Painting of the Nine Immortals

The stone steps spread upward, like an endless ladder, as if never ending.

Numerous monks were sweating, panting, and under tremendous pressure, walking **** the stone steps. Every next step seems to have exhausted all my strength, and every step I take, I have to stay for a long time to be able to continue to move.

It has been more than an hour since the light being drawn into this strange world, and some monks without sufficient strength have already been transmitted back to the outside world by the Fortune Palace. A large army with tens of thousands originally had only about 5,000 troops left.

And this number is still decreasing.

Every few minutes, the human body became weak, and was shaken by the huge pressure of the stone steps, and then sent back to the outside world by the Fortune Palace.

At this moment, many monks were panting and struggling hard under tremendous pressure. Most people stay around the 500th level, and only a few powerful monks reach the 1,000th level.

It can be seen how difficult the assessment of the Fortune Palace.

This is normal, after all, although there are many opportunities in the fortune palace, it can't hold up countless monks to seize it. Therefore, the Fortune Palace can only set obstacles to eliminate those monks who are not strong enough.

"Huh ... Oh my god, it's too difficult to leave. I feel like I can't support it."

"Yeah, I'm about to die, it's just over 500 steps, and I don't know how much is left."

"Well, it seems that this fortune palace has nothing to do with me."

"Abominable, God is close at hand, but I have no ability to seize it. It is really unwilling."

"If you want to blame, the assessment of the Fortune Palace is too difficult.

About 500 steps on Shijie Road, more than a dozen monks stood on the same step, while panting, complaining that the assessment of the Fortune Palace was too difficult.

However, just when these people barely supported, a white figure walked past a few people, as if walking in a leisurely courtroom, it was simply ridiculous.

Then, the figure took a gentle step, and in a blink of an eye there was no more trace.

This scene stunned several people!

After a while, one person rubbed his eyes and said in an uncertain tone: "The figure just now ... seems to be alone!"

"I do! Really alone!"

"It's impossible! How could anyone walk so easily? It must be my eyesight!"

"That is, even if he has been resting underneath for a long time, it is impossible to see stress as nothing!"

"Well, don't deceive yourself, I can see very clearly, that is clearly a monk, and young, should be an outstanding heir of some force."

"I go, this is too perverted, there is no pause, as if there is no resistance at all!"

More than a dozen monks exclaimed, looking in horror at the direction where Ling Xian disappeared, his face filled with incredible.

You know, a few of them are also monks in the foundation period, but every step is extremely strenuous, and it is already a great luck to be here.

However, Lingxian is easy and freehand, with light clouds and light wind, and pressure as nothing!

How can this not shock a few people?

Similar things happened to many monks in front.

When those monks stayed on the stone steps, it was difficult to step forward, they saw the white coat walking by themselves, and the trace disappeared in an instant.

Then everyone was shocked.

Words revealed unbelievable words flooding every step of the stone road.

"Oh my God, who is this person? It's so arrogant!"

"It must be Tianjiao and one of the best!"

"Yes, otherwise it would not be so easy, as if there was no resistance at all!"

"Well, people really die more than people. Compared with this person, I suddenly feel inferior."

"No? I, too, feel like I've been in vain for so many years."

The monks on the stone steps were shocked. I did not expect to see such a fierce man, but he could even walk on the ground, and then he would stay up.

How powerful can this be?

You know, Shilu has more pressure than first order. If the pressure of the first order must be a big mountain, a mountain will be added for each step.

One can imagine how much that pressure should be!

However, Ling Xian did not stop. No matter whether it was the first or the thousandth level, he didn't seem to feel the pressure, just walked lightly and embarked on the next level.

The lightly fluttering white clothing, the relaxed expression, became a special scenery line on the stone steps.

Every monk who saw Lingxian was astonished, as if he had seen a ghost.

At this moment, Ling Xian was calm, standing on the thousandth step, looking at the endless steps above, and whispering to herself: "It's been an hour and a half, I don't know how many steps are behind, it seems that we need to hurry."

Speaking, he continued to move forward, but this time, he felt the pressure.

"boom!"

Invisible pressure suddenly came, like the everlasting Tianshan Mountain overwhelming, Ling Ling's brows frowned slightly, and said: "It seems that the thousandth step is a watershed. No wonder there is no one here except me."

He had a good guess. The thousandth step is the watershed of the stone road. The monks who can bear the pressure have moved to a higher place. The monks who cannot pass are directly shocked by this huge pressure and then return to the outside world. .

Therefore, there is no other monk except him here.

Right now, Lingxian is experiencing the first difficulty.

Intangible pressure is surging and surging, like a big wave rolling up into the sky, and mighty, want to shake Ling Xian back!

"Huh, this pressure, dare to stop me?"

Ling Xian snorted, and the terror swept out, colliding with invisible pressure!

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the whole stone road suddenly trembled!

Immediately, the pressure in the sky was dissipated, Lingxian took a gentle step and reached the first stage.

Immediately afterwards, the pressure hit again, more violent and more pressing than before!

Unfortunately, this pressure is not enough for Ling Xian. He just shook his shoulders and blasted away the pressure from the mountain, and then walked towards the endless steps.

That relaxed and freehand gesture is enough to shame all monks here.

In this way, Lingxian took a small step, as if walking on the road of a Pingchuan, in a blink of an eye has reached the 1500th stage.

"Well ... there's someone here."

Ling Xian gave a light sigh, took three successive steps, and walked over the person. Then slowly turned around, looking at the young man below, could not help but hesitated, hesitantly: "Taoyou, I look a little familiar to you."

The young man was also stunned. When he saw that the person was Lingxian, he was suddenly startled. Suddenly, he lost his mind, and the huge pressure instantly flew him out.

"I do! Lingxian you this pervert! I was seriously injured that day, and my chance was bad again today!"

When the young man felt his feet off the ground in midair, he suddenly made a swear word, and his voice was full of grief and indignation.

Fortunately, Ling Xian's hand was stricken with eyes, and she immediately stretched out her hand, pulled the person back, and then dragged him directly to the ladder where he was.

"Fortunately, fortunately." The young man was shocked and patted his chest with his hands, as if to suppress his heart.

Ling Xian smiled slightly, looked at the youth in front of him, and smiled: "I remembered that you were the first person to be suppressed by me that day, and the surname was Fang, right."

"It's me, I can't think of being in a group with you, it's really blood mold for eight lives." The young man with a surname of Fang muttered, he was the first person to shoot Ling Xian that day.

As a result, Ling Xian was killed by a trick.

"You're wrong. Only if I didn't help you, then you would have no chance with the Fortune Palace." Ling Xian smiled, but didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that he was assigned to this group.

"If it weren't for your sudden appearance, I wouldn't be distracted. Speaking of which, I wouldn't blame you. It would be nice." The youth with a surname of Fang skuckled and looked at the handsome young man in front of him, his expression was a bit unnatural.

Apparently, he was thinking about being killed by a trick that day.

Ling Xian's mouth raised, and she smiled and said, "When you appear, you lose your heart. Are you so afraid of me?"

"Afraid of you?"

When Fang surnamed his lips, he scorned: "I admit that you are better than me, but not enough to scare my heart."

However, despite his words, his eyes fluttered, showing that he was very guilty and insincere.

Ling Xian realized this and couldn't help showing a smile, but he didn't take it apart and switched the topic: "How long have you stayed here?"

"It's been about a quarter of an hour," said the young Fang.

"So it is, staying for so long, it seems that you are weaker than I thought." Ling Xian chuckled.

"I'm weak?"

The young man with surname Fang was unhappy, and looked at Ling Xian up and down, suddenly a strange smile appeared: "Yes, I am weak, and weak cannot be weaker."

When Ling Xian showed his doubts, he smiled scornfully and slowly uttered a sentence in that ironic tone.

"Lingxian, I'm really weak, but you can't get better. Alas, it's been more than an hour before I can get here, you seem to be worse than me."

"The original sentence was meant to highlight the taunting effect of the latter sentence." Ling Xian laughed and didn't get angry. He looked at the young man with amusement, and said, "There will be someone who taunts me like this, and then he regrets it. You can Don't regret it. "

"how do I say this?"

The young man named Fang was confused and could not understand the meaning of Lingxian.

But the next moment, he understood.

Because, Ling Xian took a step.

Still so easy and freehand, the clouds are light and windy, just like walking in your own back garden, it's almost uncomfortable.

"I do!"

The young man was swearing, staring blankly at the figure in ten steps, his face full of shock.

"How, have you regretted it?" Ling Xian smiled, waving at the youth.

"I regret it, I regret it." The young chick nodded like a peck of rice, showing a charming smile on his face, and it almost became a flower.

In order to make the heavens in the palace good fortune, he obviously no longer plans to face.

The youth with surname Fang looked pleased, rubbed his hands, and said something that made Ling Xian linger.

"Brother, dear brother, you take me up to me."