Mortal's journey to immortality

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoosh..."

The mana surges like a tide and flows away.

Fortunately, his foundation is both deep and thick, and the benefits of "Six Talismans" are now reflected.

For him, it's just a step away.

The green talisman cloud with its impregnable vision can confront the terrifying mountain of knives in all directions. Apart from the deep pain in both feet like knives cutting and needle pricking, as long as you hold on to the word "persistence", you can be invincible.

The body consciousness among the six consciousnesses is not so easy to self-shield.

I don't know what kind of weird stuff the rocks on the mountain road below are made of. Even if they are wrapped in layers of talisman clouds, the unique and weird sharpness is completely ignored and passes through the feet themselves regardless of everything.

His feet looked intact, but the strange force coming from the ground through the soles of his feet was constantly destroying and corroding the meridians, blood vessels, acupoints, body and tissues.

Fortunately, Fu Yun's powerful isolation and Kui Niu's black light pulled him to the extreme, otherwise the power would have spread all the way up from the soles of his feet to his whole body.

Of course, the strange green talisman cloud resisted a large part of the power, at least blocking more than 70%, so Kui Niu's black light could stand undefeated.

As the cultivation base improves bit by bit, especially in the middle stage of becoming a god, the vision talisman cloud becomes stronger and stronger.

Regardless of the defense or the assistance and enhancement of all aspects of the magical power, it is an all-round surge.

Along the way, Fu Yun changed from red, orange, yellow, and now green. It can be said that he transformed layer by layer, breaking out of his cocoon and turning into a butterfly, which often helped him escape from dangerous situations and kill powerful enemies.

Everyone knows that visions are divided into four categories: ordinary, special, mysterious and unpredictable, and each vision is subdivided into three categories: upper, middle and lower.

Only by practicing heaven-level skills can one achieve the vision.

When he fought against Ku Yao, the immortal tree transformed by his Green Wood Immortal Body was a low-grade mysterious phenomenon. Just when Kong Hua and others thought that he would definitely lose, he used the red talisman that was hidden for the first time in the world. Cloud, so that Ku Yao was defeated and captured alive.

From then on, Vision followed him all the way to conquer the world, killing everyone.

At that time, his red talisman cloud was of low-grade Xuanqi, but now it has turned green, and it is very likely that he is running towards the legendary "unpredictable".

The green talisman cloud can be regarded as his ultimate killing move, and it is all used to defend himself, making it even more indestructible.

In fact, there is another advantage in this, that is, just by defending, the loss of mana will be much less.

The green talisman cloud helped him carry the mountain of swords, which is irreplaceable.

This is one of them.

Secondly, without the tyrannical physical body, his feet would have been cut to pieces by the unique sharpness of the all-pervasive knife mountain, and turned into nothing.

Then, driving straight in, maybe he is already dead at this moment.

The strength allowed him to withstand the strange and magical sharpness of the knife mountain.

With the two as ballast stones, Wang Lu felt confident that he would win.

Even if the pain is severe and the teeth are broken, we must persevere to the end.

Facing Daoshan, this is his own strength that he has cultivated so far:

Heartfelt expression.

Let’s talk about the pressure of the Mountain of Swords. This pressure was unprecedentedly heavy, but under the dual protection of strength and vision, he would rather die than surrender.

The waist would rather be broken than bent.

Step by step, move forward with difficulty.

Wang Lu guessed that the pressure would be the same whether it was at the foot of the mountain, the middle of the mountain, or the top of the mountain, because from the first moment he came to the foot of the mountain, he had already carried the entire mountain of knives on his shoulders.

As he moved forward step by step, although the pain in his feet was numb, every time he raised his feet, it was like thousands of needles pricking his feet, and the pain made him break out in cold sweat and suck in the cold air.

"Fizz!"

With every step he took, Wang Lu would let out a low growl and moan that came from the depths of his soul like frost.

How many steps does it take to finish a thousand-mile mountain road?

It can be said that you are walking on thin ice, and you are startled every step of the way.

The most important thing is that he must not fall down, otherwise he will be pressed down by millions of needles, and now the pain in his feet alone will torture him to death. If he falls to the ground, the pain alone will kill him. He lived and died in pain.

Every time he took a step, he would have to stop for several breaths or even dozens of breaths to wait until the pain subsided before taking another step.

Wang Lu walked forward unhurriedly and gritted his teeth. Unknowingly, five days passed by in a flash.

At this time, he had reached the first corner.

"what!"

When he looked ahead, he couldn't help but scolded his father angrily. The thousand miles he expected was more than a thousand miles.

The Daoshan Mountain Road spirals upward at a slight angle along with the mountain top of Daoshan. According to this situation, it is estimated that it is at least ten thousand miles to reach the top of the mountain.

Daoshan is bare, and the indescribable light makes the world seem transparent and bright, but in fact it is completely different.

As time goes by, it will only make people forget that time flies like a shuttle, and they are confused and do not know where they are.

Empty, silent and cold.

Over time, a trembling weakness will arise, and you will be unable to resist.

The Mountain of Knives not only possesses the strange power of being as sharp as hemp and as deep as a hemp, but also possesses the despair that can make people feel dead.

Only one hundred miles would take him five days, and ten thousand miles would take him five hundred days.

Moreover, with the rapid consumption of mana, who can last for five hundred days?

This is an unsolvable knot.

The sword mountain in the penultimate level is so difficult, let alone its sea of ​​fire and the last two levels?

Rather than die a tragic death despite trying your best, it is better to wait for death in a relaxed and quiet manner.

no I do not.

You want to force me to use my life-saving treasure, but I will never do as you wish because I have breast milk.

"go!"

No longer caring about the severe pain caused by his feet, Wang Luma kept accelerating his pace, and the dozens of breaths he had paused before were shortened to less than one breath.

"what!"

It hurts, it hurts, labor pain, this is the real pain!

However, he unswervingly took the second step, the third step, the fourth step, the fifth step, six, seven, eighty-nine, hundreds of millions of steps in succession...

"Ha...ha...ha...ha...ha..."

The pain was so painful that he had to stop breathing for a while, but he still kept walking.

Ten days passed, and the mana was drained out like an abyss. Without hesitation, he drank a drop of the milk.

The magic power is perfect.

make persistent efforts.

Seven days later, swallow another drop.

The same goes for every next seven days.

Just like that, on this Daoshan mountain road that seemed to have been frozen in time, a man in black walked up the mountain windingly and silently like a ghost in the day.

Never stop, never look back.

"brush."

Half a year passed and we were less than ten miles away from the vast top of the mountain.

"Ah."

Wang Lu unknowingly burst into tears and laughed miserably.

His face was hideous and terrifying, like a ghost crawling from hell to the ground.

The pain had tortured him so much that he could no longer make a sound. The pain was so painful that he could only cry silently like rain.

After half a year of running wildly, under the majestic and super heavy pressure of the mountain of swords, he was as skinny as a stick, withered and haggard. He was no longer a human being, and a ghost was no longer a ghost.

If his eyes hadn't emitted a ray of painful light from time to time, he would have been unable to hold on long ago and died on the way up Knife Mountain.

After taking a look at the empty and clean mountain top, there are only the last ten miles left, and I will jump to the top.

He only hoped that when he reached the top of the mountain, the pain would disappear, so that he could face the sea of ​​​​fire that he had to rush into immediately.

Yes, half of the sky on the top of the mountain is translucent colorless, and the other half is bright red.