My Master Is a God

The entire mountain is covered with stone barbs. It is very convenient to use these barbs when going up. There is no obstacle, but it is not that smooth.

The higher you go up, the stronger the wind becomes. There are bursts of cold wind, and you don’t know where it comes from, but this is still a small thing. The point is that this mountain is shrouded in gravity.

It felt like there was a huge weight on my back. At the beginning, I could hold on with my own strength, but a third of the way, I couldn't hold it anymore and I started to use my magic power to continue moving forward.

In the last third of the climb, even activating the magic power was extremely difficult. Every step up the climb was as heavy as a mountain weighing on the body, which was extremely difficult.

Everyone began to slow down when they saw the last thousand feet to go.

Yang Yiyun also stopped to take a deep breath. The gravity was like a mountain and the wind was as strong as a knife. Everything was not easy.

The others stopped and looked above their heads, completely hidden in the clouds and mist. The six of them were now in a place surrounded by clouds and mist, and could not see anything below them.

Yang Yiyun looked at Xuantong who was ten meters away from him and asked, "Are you sure we will reach the Seventh Temple after we go up?"

"It shouldn't be wrong. I saw the map in Ling Cang's hand once. The top of this mountain is the First Temple." Xuantong answered.

"Is there any danger?" Yang Yiyun asked again.

"I really don't know about the God Lord." Xuantong said.

Yang Yiyun nodded and said: "Every temple here has a different path to the next one, right?"

"Indeed, it is true. I have seen all the maps of Ling Cang who can pass the Divine Master. I know how to go directly to the first temple. In fact, the nine temples of the Evergreen Holy Path are all built on a mountain range, and they are all on the same line. It’s just that the construction of each hall is based on the way of the mountain, combined with formations, etc. It is very precise, but there are rules to be found." Xuantong explained.

Yang Yiyun looked at the top of his head, which was shrouded in clouds and fog, and couldn't see anything clearly. The magical power in his body was constantly running. He knew that there was no way to continue like this. He had to work hard to climb to the top of the mountain. It would not be a good thing as time went by. The mana in his body was depleted. drain.

Although the gravity is getting heavier, he believes that it should be no problem for the few of them to go up.

Of course, apart from him, the other five are all at the second level of Heavenly Dao in terms of strength and cultivation. He can hold on to the others, let alone them.

One thing Yang Yiyun found strange was that so far, none of the six of them had been able to successfully pull out an artifact.

You must know that the entire mountain is densely covered with stone barbs. In Xuantong's words, each barb can contain a divine weapon wrapped in it.

However, none of the six of them had any luck.

He has tried many times, but unfortunately he has not been able to shake even one hangnail.

However, according to Xuantong, if there is a chance to get the recognition of the artifact here, there is actually no need to use force to pull it out. As long as you put your hand on something, the artifact will come out naturally.

It's a pity that there is none so far.

But it doesn't matter to him, because he is not lacking in artifacts, and having more artifacts is not necessarily a good thing. Each additional artifact means that he has to disperse more energy.

As for the others, all of them are people with strong cultivation, but they are open-minded in this regard. Opportunities require opportunities and fate, and cannot be forced.

Just when he was about to leave, Yang Yiyun seemed to see a touch of color in the corner of his eyes.

Looking carefully, there was a stone barb just beside him, within arm's reach, which was a little bit different.

The entire mountain is covered in jet black and the stone barbs are all the same color, but this barb is a little different.

Yang Yiyun saw a touch of green on this barb, and a piece of grass grew on the top of the stone barb. It was very small, so small that it could be ignored, like seed soil. It's like the malt has just emerged from the soil layer. It just grows a small leaf, which is still a single leaf.

It was just this little bit of grass that caught his eye. If he hadn't discovered it by accident, he would have ignored it.

But he happened to see it.

The entire mountain was barren of grass, but he happened to see such a small grass that could be ignored. This was an unusual situation.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!

Yang Yiyun reached out and grabbed the stone barb. Originally, he had imagined that this was his opportunity, that a divine weapon would be in his hands?

result……

Once, twice...

He tried hard for several times but couldn't move at all, and he even used magic power.

But all to no avail.

"Huh~"

Thinking too much.

Yang Yiyun laughed to himself.

At this time, he glanced at the grass growing on the top of the stone barb. He touched it gently with his hands. For no other reason, he just wanted to gently touch this grass growing on the stone barb of the mountain without any grass. Strong life.

This grass, which is so small that it can be ignored, has no energy fluctuations in his perception. It feels like an ordinary grass, nothing more.

But when Yang Yiyun's fingertips touched the blades of this grass, he felt a hint of warmth, a bit like static electricity, and his body became slightly numb.

He subconsciously retracted his hand, but when he looked again, he found that Xiaocao was gone.

It's like an illusion that nothing exists in the first place.

But he was very sure that the grass he saw and touched just now was definitely not an illusion, it was real. There was still a hint of numbness on his fingertips.

But that little grass disappeared.

He looked around and couldn't find it again.

Damn it, Yang Yiyun muttered, shook his head and ignored it. Thinking that this is the world of gods, it is not a big deal to find a strange grass. He called Xuantong and the ancestor of Shenmu and they continued to go up and took this grass. The encounter with Xiaocao was immediately forgotten.

But what Yang Yiyun didn't know was that he got a real big opportunity this time.

I didn't see a piece of grass appearing on Yang Yiyun's hair. Occasionally, there was a faint halo of light, but this halo was not green but colorful.

It's just that Yang Yiyun can't see it at this moment. This small grass is on Yang Yiyun's head, just like a fallen leaf accidentally falling on his head in the wind.

The real big opportunity fell on Yang, but he didn't know it at the moment.

I don’t know how much time passed before the Shenmu Ancestor who was leading the way suddenly said: "Master, we have reached the top of the mountain~"