Unrivaled in Immortality

As a heart of grass was slowly refined, Wang Yong's injuries slowly healed.

"So the heart of grass is used here." Wang Yong thought, and took another step. The wound burst open, but it was quickly healed by the medicinal power of the heart of grass.

Seeing this, the three people behind Wang Yong also took out the heart of grass and swallowed it, and then they barely stepped on the last few steps.

Everyone continued to move forward, but the speed was slower than before.

At this moment, the three people behind Wang Yong, Xiao Bei was three steps ahead of the two behind him.

Xiao Bei took one step and stepped hard on the stone steps. His whole body trembled slightly, and a wound burst open from time to time on his body, but it was quickly healed by the medicinal power of the heart of grass. He was in pain and looked in the direction of Wang Yong.

Wang Yong was already five or six steps ahead of him.

Lin Yehuo and the monk surnamed Luo were not feeling well at the moment. Their physical strength was obviously a little worse than Xiao Bei, and they never caught up with Xiao Bei.

Time passed slowly. Although the people were having difficulty, no one was going to give up. They all had absolute confidence in themselves.

At this moment, Wang Yong only had three steps left to reach the top of the mountain. However, these three steps were like a natural moat for him. His legs trembled but he could not take another step.

At this moment, Wang Yong's wounds were opening more and more. Even the medicinal power of the Heart of Plants could not always restore them. The blood under his feet flowed onto the white stone steps and slowly flowed down the stone steps.

Wang Yong narrowed his eyes and looked at the top of the mountain. He saw a vast fog and could not see anything clearly.

"Do I have to waste a Heart of Plants?" Wang Yong hesitated, because although he looked seriously injured, he was far from being seriously injured. He was just losing some blood.

This loss was nothing to Wang Yong. After all, he could keep up with this loss by relying on his own strong recovery ability.

"Let's try it first." Wang Yong thought.

He didn't plan to swallow another heart of grass. After all, in his opinion, the heart of grass was a treasure that could save lives. It was obviously a waste to use it here.

Wang Yong turned his head slightly and looked back. He saw that the three people had slowly caught up. After all, he had been here for too long.

Then Wang Yong slowly circulated the Blood Demon Body Refining Sutra. The injuries on his body recovered little by little, and his body suddenly rose a few points. Then he raised one leg in one go, resisted the pressure, and stepped on the steps.

But the moment that leg stepped on the steps, there was a "bang" sound, and then blood splashed, and then slowly flowed down. His whole leg was bloody and injured.

Wang Yong frowned slightly when he saw this, and the speed of circulating the Blood Demon Body Refining Sutra became faster, and the blood and qi were transported faster.

He slowly moved his whole body to the third to last step, and then the other leg also stepped on it.

"Puff, puff" sounded, and then blood splashed, wounds burst open, blood flowed, Wang Yong suddenly became a bloody man, with countless wounds of all sizes on his body. Although he was always running the Blood Demon Body Refining Sutra, the effect of recovering from the injuries was very small.

"The last three levels are the real test." Wang Yong thought so, and then he slowly stretched a hand into his arms, and then he took out a plant heart and swallowed it.

He knew that now was not the time to save, after all, his current injuries were very serious. If he didn't handle it well, even if he successfully reached the top later, he might not have the strength to fight again, and there were three people behind him staring at him.

Then the plant heart was swallowed by Wang Yong, and his injuries were also recovering at a visible rate, much faster than when he was running the Blood Demon Body Refining Sutra alone.

The three monks surnamed Luo looked at Wang Yong's miserable condition and couldn't help but take a breath.

Wang Yong's strength was obvious to all during this climb. Even Wang Yong had to rely on the Heart of Plants to support him. It was conceivable how difficult the next journey would be. However, even so, the three of them had no intention of giving up. After all, they had already come here, and it was a bit unrealistic to say that they would give up.

Another point is that the three of them were arrogant and just didn't want to see themselves being compared to others.

"There are two steps left, come on." Wang Yong secretly encouraged himself.

Then he moved his right leg, which had returned to its original state, with difficulty. He slowly lifted his right leg, as if it weighed a thousand pounds, and then put it hard on the second to last step.

The moment the right leg was put on, blood splattered and heavy pressure came. Even Wang Yong was in pain and gritted his teeth, hissed, and took a breath of cold air.

This pain went deep into the bone marrow, and was accompanied by heavy pressure, as if Wang Yong's right leg was going to be broken in the next moment.

Wang Yong even believed that even if his body was at the foundation-building stage, the moment he stood on the steps, he would be crushed by the pressure from all around.

Wang Yong looked at his bare feet, and then exerted his strength, and his other leg also stood on the second-to-last step.

Then, it was an indescribable scene. Wang Yong completely turned into a bloody man. Even though the Heart of Plants was constantly recovering his injuries, Wang Yong's body was still covered with wounds.

Obviously, this pressure had exceeded the limit that Wang Yong could bear, but he looked at the last step and still had no intention of giving up.

The people behind them were also standing in front of the second-to-last step. They looked at Wang Yong, who was two steps ahead of them. Seeing that he was covered in blood, they couldn't help but sweat.

"Is it really that scary?" The monk surnamed Luo swallowed his saliva and said.

"Just try it and you'll know." Xiao Bei swallowed a heart of grass and then stepped hard into the third-to-last step.

Wang Yong couldn't hear the outside world at this moment. He had only one goal, which was to move forward. He was only one step away from success, but this step made Wang Yong feel pressure he had never felt before.

He slowly raised his bloody right foot. This was because of the continuous treatment of the medicinal power of the heart of grass. Otherwise, there would probably be only bones left.

Under heavy pressure, his speed was extremely slow. Every step would bring him great pain. This process was a torment for him, but he had to do it.

"Step" Finally, one foot stepped hard on the top of the mountain, and a sense of relaxation came from it.

Seeing this, Wang Yong did not hesitate, and used all his strength, blood demons burst out from his body, and then he fell headfirst on the top of the mountain, and then hit with a stick, leaving a pool of blood.

Then Wang Yong lay on the ground, and the Heart of Plants and Trees slowly recovered from his injuries. He didn't even have the strength to get up now.