Origin Player

On the ginseng road, most of the Jianghu people returned with a full load. Many people got ginseng with a hundred-year medicinal power. Even if they didn't use it, they could make a quick fortune by reselling it.

Yin Shengzi and Dao Chi, who were at the front, had already stepped onto the 80th step at the end. The extremely heavy pressure made the two geniuses bleed from their seven orifices. The terrain and formation of Jianchi Mountain only targeted the spirit, but forcibly supporting it would also hurt the body.

At the 60th step after the 900th step, the princess sighed lightly and chose to squat on the spot. The pressure of Shen Ling pushed her to the flat ground next to her. The moment her footsteps landed, the strong dizziness in her mind subsided, and the needle pricks like scraping bones disappeared without a trace.

"Then let's start with you."

The young prince stood up, his hands overflowing with violent true energy. He walked like a dragon and a tiger, pushing two lifelike golden pythons forward.

The princess waved her hand, and a talisman appeared one after another, turning into swords, spears, and halberds made of lightning and lightning and flying forward.

The two men fought under the persimmon tree, but they both kept their strength. The Tianjiaos were backed by powerful forces, so they would not be completely separated by life and death.

"The young are formidable."

The old man who had been in the second echelon stopped. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and hung with gold, silver and jewelry. This treasure-collecting old man was no longer young, but he always maintained his position in the front row of the second echelon.

At this moment, he turned his head and looked at the young uncle who was getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but grinning:

"Pingluan, you are happy to kill my heir, but have you ever thought about this day? I will teach you a lesson. Remember to leave a way out for yourself in your next life."

Jiang He looked up and saw the old man in gorgeous clothes fell down, and then was pushed down by Shen Ling's pressure. When he passed by, a pair of hands made of gold and silver grabbed his left arm tightly.

Unable to break free, shake off, or tear apart.

This time, the huge pressure not only fell from the sky, but also surged from the front.

Jiang He was forced to stop, his muscles were extremely tense, veins bulging, this old guy wanted to drag him down Jianchi Mountain.

Behind him, the owner of Yanyu Tower resisted his fatigue and tiredness, and forced himself to draw his sword. There were only a dozen steps between the two sides.

Jiang He slowly raised his right hand expressionlessly, and the bones broke with a crisp sound, and his body shook violently. At this moment, the cold-toothed military dagger fell into his palm, and he slowly aimed at his left shoulder and repeatedly cut and grinded.

The pupils of the old man Jubao shrank.

The owner of Yanyu Tower behind him swallowed his saliva. On the quiet ginseng road, he even heard the sound of the blade rubbing against the bones.

Finally, the arm broke.

The old man Jubao dragged an arm down, his face still with shock and palpitations, but in a few breaths, the arm turned into rotten water, and the severe pain made him wail.

Jiang He said nothing, continued to raise his feet, and soon passed nine hundred steps.

The owner of the Misty Rain Tower calmed down, took a long breath, gritted his teeth and followed the other party. When he thought of Mrs. Chen who was slaughtered, the strong hatred gave him strength again.

Without the soul umbrella, the crazy feather hit Jiang He again.

The ghosts on both sides were talking in a daze.

The ghost of Yue Mansion said coldly: "Ping Luan Bo, Jianchi Mountain does not welcome you. This is a grand gathering of warriors in the world. You, an executioner, should leave obediently. There is a thousand-year-old ginseng at your feet. Don't be ungrateful."

"Give me back my husband's life, you evil villain." The wife of Captain He kept screaming. After her death, she was captured by the mountain guard. Because of the short time, she had not yet been stripped of her evil thoughts.

All kinds of daze surged like substance, and the pain of bone-cutting became more intense.

Jiang He was silent. Madam He's presence reminded him that he had to put the matter of obtaining soul attack means on the agenda. When dealing with enemies, he had to kill them until their souls were scattered. For example, the ghost recognition that Long Cheng got in Jianchi Mountain had the effect of soul attack.

Time passed.

Unknowingly, Jiang He had come to the first echelon. Under the effect of advanced self-healing, his left arm recovered as before.

The number of people around became very small. Dao Chi and Yin Shengzi were still struggling to hold on to the last nine steps.

And just one step behind the two, Hong Zhou, who had lost all his cultivation, was covered in blood and unconscious.

Dao Chi's eyes were about to burst, and his eyes were dark. He burst into a suppressed roar. He took a step forward, but failed to stand firm. Then he rolled down and stopped at the fifth step.

Yin Shengzi opened his mouth slightly, blood mixed with white fragments fell, and his teeth were broken by himself. He stood firmly on the sixth step. The legendary difficult wall was close at hand. He looked at the only three steps left in front of him unwillingly. For hundreds of years, only Longcheng and Daoshou had reached the end.

"I am unwilling to accept this!"

Yin Shengzi fell backwards powerlessly. Even if he won the final victory in the Persimmon Tree Plain, he could not stand shoulder to shoulder with Longcheng. This would be a lifelong regret, but he had indeed tried his best.

Before he fell, Yin Shengzi's expression suddenly became stunned.

Hong Zhou, covered in blood, passed him and stood on the seventh step.

"What!?"

"How is it possible!"

"Master Hong Zhou, his will is even stronger than the two geniuses!"

Under the gaze of countless people in the martial arts world, Hong Zhou did not move.

When Jiang He stepped onto the seventh step, the old master beside him had already died. His body was as straight as a pine tree. In the eyes of others, it seemed that he was just taking a short rest.

"Ping Luan Bo, he actually went this far."

"The owner of Yanyu Tower has also stepped onto the last nine steps!"

In the gazebo attic, the masters have set their sights on the difficult wall. It is a dark wall, which is as desperate as disaster. Therefore, the name is the embarrassment. So it is also called a mirror.

The surrounding fog is shrouded. In history, only two people successfully stood in front of the difficult wall. The first was Taoist head, which is the master of the superiority today. The second is Longcheng. The state is the thing in the pocket of Longcheng.

The next moment, in the eyes of the lord of the Yanyu, Jiang He took two consecutive steps and stood in front of the difficult wall.

The gazebo attic, the crow was silent.

The faint despair was pervaded in the heart of Yanyu Lou.

Jiang He looked at the wall in front of him. He tried to raise his hand but found that he couldn't do it at all. Hu Li seemed insignificant in front of Shen Ling's pressure. He groaned for a long time.

Immediately after the second, the third way sounded one after another, and continuously, Jiang He hit the difficult wall again and again.

Ghost laughter came from both sides.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Master Ping Ran, you won't you want to break the difficult wall."

"Well, are you willing to stop your head?"

"It is useless. In the past, the first Taoism used the National Games.

"Haha, fortunately, there is no power behind our uncle, otherwise it is really a smile."

At the foot of the mountain, I thought that the mysterious rivers and lakes were found in the chaos. Seeing that the difficult wall had not changed, they couldn't help laughing.

"It turned out to be a donkey."

"I scared me, I thought he could really bump."

"The brain is not good, what's the use of light to endure."

The landlord of Yanyu set foot slowly and firmly on the three -story steps.

"A little closer."

He stared at the back of the enemy, and several times on the way had exhausted him, but as long as he was closer, he could avenge the snow for Mrs. Chen.

Jiang He's heart is like stopping the water, and he has hit the difficult wall with his forehead. He has been hunting the damage layer of the hunting engine. So far, he has been used five consecutive times. Young Kui's head, but turning over this mountain, this difficult wall is hindering.

But in the next second, when the hunting engine was not launched, there was a sloppy crack on the surface of the wall.

Jiang He couldn't help but stun.

More and more laughter sounds, gather, concentration.

Faced with the unstable wall of the Grand Master, it began to collapse.

The entire Jianchi Mountain seemed to fall into death.

"It turns out that when the ginseng road is on the mirror, the laughter of others can be converted into their own strength."

Jiang He is thinking.

At the same time, there was unprecedented noise in the mountains.

"The difficult wall was hit!"

"Pingxuan Bo practiced the mystery of the skull!"

"Wait, look at it, all the persimmons have disappeared!"

On the flat ground, the young county king and the county lord of the county stood up, and looked aside, and the canthoplasia and the idioms were also blank.

All persimmon trees and southern persimmons turned into lit, rushing towards someone, fusion with them.

"Damn!"

"Without the persimmon tree, how can I hold the Sword Conference in the future!"

"Why he, why is it him!"

The county owner reacted first, and the smile was complicated:

"There is no South persimmon in the world, as long as Ken Deng Pai."

Countless sight came, Jiang He felt his own change.

[Tip: You have obtained excellent level passive and passive persimmons]

[Effect: permanent increase of 80 % enlightenment]

[Tip: The initial activation should be passive, gain 150 % enlightenment, last six hours]