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Facing the upward steps, Feng Qi walked up step by step.

The pressure from the top of the pyramid building increased.

Fortunately, through these years of experience, he has already developed an extremely strong physique.

The gradually increasing pressure only made him feel that his movements were slowing down, like walking in water, full of resistance, but it did not cause him any substantial harm.

This weight is far less than the pressure that the release of the second level of the magic sword puts on him.

But starting from the 88th step, the pressure on the stairs further up has increased significantly, and Feng Qi's upward climb has also slowed down.

At this time, he felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back.

Every step became a difficult move under heavy pressure.

When he stepped onto the 100th step, the pressure increased dramatically, and his waist was bent by the invisible force.

Faced with pressure, Feng Qi's inner ferocity was aroused.

At this time, as long as he activated the Blood God, he would be able to easily pass the pressure challenge, but he did not do so.

When he first chose to take the Demon Sword route, he decided never to use his natural abilities during his training.

This is his spiritual challenge and his commitment to the magic sword.

If you activate the Blood God when you encounter a desperate situation, then the challenge and experience will become meaningless.

Abilities such as the Blood God talent will also squeeze his life potential and shorten his lifespan significantly.

This is the reason why he has never used his natural ability after so many years of experience.

In the words of Magic Knife, if you choose to use your natural abilities when encountering difficulties, then experience will not have any effect, because you know that you still have a way out.

The meaning of the challenge of ascending to the gods is to challenge the impossible and sharpen one's own edge.

This mentality requires the determination to risk everything, and the outcome will be either a sword break, or the enemy will become the whetstone for your growth.

There are only two possibilities.

The trump card of his talent and ability was like an inner demon to him during his training.

Once you accept that you have a way out, you won't be able to hone your indomitable edge.

This is one of the reasons why he did not choose to use the Blood God even when he encountered a stronger enemy during his experience and growth.

At the same time, this was also the reason why Demon Sword never helped him.

In the process of tempering oneself, only oneself is the protagonist.

Under the heavy pressure, the anger in Feng Qi's heart was aroused, sweat flowed, he lifted his right leg tremblingly, and then stepped hard on the 101st step.

boom!

The body suddenly bent.

But his eyes were filled with endless fighting spirit.

The body crackled at this time, and the sound of bones interlacing sounded one after another.

He just straightened his body, then stepped out with his left foot and stepped on the 102 steps.

Boss!

At this time, Xiaoyou, who was observing the situation of Fengqi below, suddenly exclaimed and rushed to help.

But before she could fly up the stairs, she was pulled down by the broken armor:

Don't disturb the boss, he is challenging himself.

But the boss looks very painful. Xiaoyou said with a worried expression.

Don't worry, he won't die. If he really can't get on top, he won't let himself die on it. His fighting style is brutal and domineering, but he is not stupid.

After listening to Po Jia's persuasion, Xiaoyou nodded ignorantly.

Turning her head to look at the trembling Feng Qi on the steps again, she still couldn't hide the worry in her eyes.

At this time, only Lei Lei had an indifferent expression, standing naked in front of Xiaoyou and Po Jia, looking at Feng Qi and whispering disdainfully:

In my opinion, this guy's experience is just looking for trouble, but the black knife in his hand is a bit interesting. I can't even see through the material. Although it is far from the level of a miracle, it can definitely be called a miracle. A divine weapon.

Speaking of this, a hint of greed appeared in Lei Lei's eyes:

If the brat unfortunately dies up there, I will inherit this magic sword. I will be your new boss then.

After hearing these words, Xiaoyou and Po Jia were obviously used to it, and they didn't even bother to pay attention to Lei Ting.

The harsh words Lei Lei has said over the years could add up to a book as thick as a brick.

At this time, Po Jia stretched out his hand and flicked the back of Lei Ting's head, making a crisp sound, and said coldly:

Shut up.

Thunder was bounced and staggered forward several steps, then turned around angrily:

Armor-breaking brat, you are challenging the majesty of this king. If it were five years ago, I would have imprisoned you and made your life worse than death!

Oh, what a pity.

Po Jia's expression was indifferent. As he spoke, he looked up at Feng Qi, who was still climbing hard, and didn't want to pay attention to Lei Ting anymore.

The boss said that your current state is like an emperor who has become a commoner after his family fell into decline. He can only find a sense of existence through harsh words, so he often acts angry and frustrated to cover up his inner sadness and dissatisfaction.

Xiaoyou also whispered at this time.

These heart-piercing words made Lei Lei's angry expression freeze instantly.

At this time, Feng Qi had reached the 103rd step.

The pressure had reached the limit of his body's endurance. He clenched his teeth and strands of blood flowed from his lips.

Under the high pressure, changes were taking place in his body.

His body regarded the pressure as a whetstone, and Feng Qi's unprecedented challenge to become a god began at this moment.

Under absolute high pressure, his physical fitness began to improve steadily.

The first changes started in his bones, where his bone density began to change, and then in his internal organs.

Under the extreme pressure, a layer of black mist appeared on the surface of the organ. Under the nourishment of the black mist, the organ changed and its strength continued to increase.

At this time, Feng Qi was completely testing on the verge of death.

The pressure would crush his body at any time, but he did not choose to retreat.

After finally starting the challenge of becoming a god, how could he give up this rare opportunity to become stronger?

Using all his strength, he roared and took a step forward with his right leg.

The body sank suddenly at this moment.

Barely able to hold on to the pressure, he trembled and slowly straightened his upper body.

The black mist came out of the body at this moment, lingering around him.

Extreme growth under extreme pressure, this is the essence of the challenge of ascending to the gods, sharpening one's own edge on the edge of limit and death.

This is also the reason why successive holders of the Demon Sword continue to challenge the strong.

The point is not about being strong, but about extreme pressure.

There was a sound of bone friction, and the blood in his body under pressure was like the sea in a storm, setting off turbulent waves and speeding up the flow in his body.

At this time, the body seems to be undergoing remodeling.

There was a mysterious force that sprouted under the extreme pressure and slowly traveled through the meridians and organs in his body, nourishing his body.

The magic knife suspended at the bottom also trembled at this moment.

Feng Qi's body merged with the magic sword. The magic sword was a part of his body, and his body was also a part of the magic sword.

Under the mutual influence, the power of the magic knife is also slowly increasing through tempering.

After breathing for a few minutes, Feng Qi could clearly feel that his physical fitness had been tempered under pressure, and the pressure coming from the top of the pyramid was no longer unbearable.

This has nothing to do with the reduction in pressure, but rather that his physical fitness has withstood the pressure during the training, his physical strength has increased, and he has gradually adapted to the pressure.

The speed of improvement in strength surprised even Feng Qi.

It’s no wonder that the successive holders of the magic sword will inevitably challenge themselves to practice.

After each challenge, the strength gained is unmatched by ordinary cultivation growth.

At this time, he took a new step upwards and reached level 105.

As the pressure surged, the black mist that gradually thinned around him also surged.

His body under extreme pressure seemed to have its potential activated, with mysterious powers constantly emerging to counteract the pressure and at the same time strengthen his physical fitness.

After a few more minutes of persistence, Feng Qi could clearly feel that the pressure was beginning to decrease.

Correspondingly, the black mist surrounding him also became thinner.

Under the challenge of ascending to the gods, he needs to be under extreme pressure at all times. When the pressure decreases, the state of stimulating potential will also weaken.

So Feng Qi stepped onto the 106th step.

When he stood on the 106th step, a smile suddenly appeared on Feng Qi's face.

There are still two steps to go up, but he has already seen his victory. He feels that he has passed this challenge.

With the belief that he would win, he took another step forward.

As his body sank suddenly, he opened his mouth and coughed out a pool of blood.

While the body was shaking violently, the black mist surrounding the body surged. The body seemed to be calcined in a high-temperature furnace, and the muscles were tense to the extreme.

Feng Qi's vision was wrapped in black mist, and he smelled the breath of death.

But he had long since lost his fear of death.

Countless restarts, he will experience death every time he reaches the sacrifice line.

From the initial fear of death, he has now been exempted from the suffocation caused by death, so he tensed his muscles, gritted his teeth and raised his legs with trembling, and decided to pursue the victory while taking advantage of the victory. He took the last step to maximize the effect of the Ascension Challenge. change.

But as soon as his right leg was lifted, it fell again under the pressure.

The failure did not make Feng Qi give up. He tried again under pressure.

The color of blood faintly emerged in the black mist that surrounded the body. It was the color of Feng Qi's blood seeping out of his pores under pressure.

Death was approaching, and Feng Qi's body also entered the final decisive stage of this challenge.

With a roar from gritted teeth, he suddenly raised his right leg and took the last step, climbing the last step.

The surge of pressure he imagined did not come, and he found that the pressure on his body suddenly disappeared at this time.

thump!

Under the inertia, Feng Qi staggered and fell.

The black mist surrounding the body also dissipated at this time.

Just when he was about to stand up, he suddenly noticed that his body had changed.

The heavy and powerful pounding sound of the heart beating sounded in my ears.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His heart beat faster, and Feng Qi found that his body seemed to be undergoing nirvana.

During this period, the body was like a lit firecracker, crackling.

He closed his eyes at this moment and began to feel the transformation of his body.

This process lasted for half an hour. When he opened his eyes, he found that his vision had become exceptionally clear, his hearing had also improved significantly, and the chatter of Xiaoyou and others under the pyramid could be clearly heard.

As he clenched his fist, he felt a black flame burning fiercely inside his body.

This was his first time to take on the challenge of ascending to the gods, and he was very surprised by the significant improvement.

After his physical fitness has been greatly improved, he is now fully confident to challenge the third level of unlocking the magic knife.

But before that, he had one more thing to do.

Turning his gaze forward, the spire that was originally shrouded in hazy light spread to both sides like mist after contact with his line of sight, revealing a forest-white skeleton sitting cross-legged.

Under the corrosion of time, the clothes on the skeleton have rotted away. A gust of wind came, and the clothes without a barrier disappeared with the wind.

What caught Feng Qi's attention was that a palm-sized black cube was suspended above the head of Senbai's skeleton.

Curious about what inheritance the deceased left behind, he immediately stepped forward and reached out to grab the black cube.

When his right hand came into contact with the black cube, the black cube melted rapidly, and the black liquid spread to both sides like a scroll.

Twisted words gradually appeared on the scroll.

But even Feng Qi, who has studied domain studies, cannot interpret these words.

At this moment, the magic knife suspended under the building suddenly flew to his side.

Compared to how hard he worked to get here, the magic knife passed through the pressure barrier effortlessly.

Brother Dao, can you understand the text above?

able.

What does it say?

Faced with his inquiry, the magic knife immediately began to translate the text on the scroll.

According to the description of the magic knife, the text above is the autobiography of the inheritor.

The inheritor's name is Zai Lin, and his race was once the dominant force in the eight-layer small world of Yanyu. However, the glory of the race did not last long, and it encountered powerful external enemies in a war of external expansion.

In the end, the invasion war turned into an anti-invasion war. Zailin's race was defeated, most of the tribesmen died, and a small number of tribesmen fled.

Zai Lin is also a member of the fugitive tribe.

The escape journey was very unfortunate. They encountered many plunders on the way, and the tribe suffered heavy casualties.

After they fled to a relatively safe area, almost all the migrating tribesmen died. Only he and his two younger brothers survived.

Jae-rim's tragic experience is not over yet.

In the following years, he took his two younger brothers and set out again for food, during which both younger brothers died one after another.

In order to survive, Zailin endured many hardships.

He was once captured by a race and used as a test subject for a drug test. During that time, his skin ulcerated over a large area. If he had not escaped by chance, he would have died.

Later, he was tortured by a madman who was also an exile while wandering, but he was lucky enough to survive.

There are many other tragic experiences.

Zailin, who had survived many catastrophes, was full of pain at that time. During that time, he was plagued by negative emotions and was on the verge of emotional collapse all day long. He wanted to end his life many times.

In the pain and repeated torture, Zai Lin finally did not choose to give up.

In order to solve spiritual problems, he gained a deeper understanding of negative emotions through 300 years of exploration and understanding, and developed a special method for this purpose.

Zai Lin named this method Fu Lin.

At the bottom of the scroll is the method of mastering Fu Lin.

The first line is:

A tribute to those who never give up in despair.

The second line is:

The demons suppressed deep inside you can also be your most powerful weapon.

…

Seeing this, Feng Qi's heart skipped a beat.

He struggled to find a way to master negative emotions through multiple timelines, but he still had no clue.

But he didn't expect that a method to control negative emotions would be right in front of him.

He instantly felt like tears filled his eyes.

He had a clear understanding of how bad his luck was. Compared with the Lord of the Mist's luck, he felt like a passerby in a novel who had no luck.

Now, he finally got the opportunity he wanted.

According to the description on the scroll, this method not only allows him to control negative emotions, but can even turn negative emotions into weapons.

This method fits him perfectly.

With anticipation, he spoke excitedly:

Brother Dao, please continue to translate the following content.

Thinking that his negative emotional problem was about to be solved, Feng Qi felt that this journey of experience was worth it.

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