The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 48

The realm of gods and demons, at the foot of the mountain.

Taking a step back is a fairyland with warm spring and blossoming flowers, but going a step further is a purgatory of extreme cold and unbearable.

The power of nature is like an impenetrable city wall, separating the two realms.

Here.

It was the first hurdle of the Three Realms Competition, where Aofeng won the championship.

One day has passed since the start of the trial, and there is only a few days left before the three-day deadline.

If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid you won't even have the chance to climb to the top of the mountain.

Just in this urgent situation where time is racing against time, more and more monks gathered at the foot of the sacred mountain and stood still.

There are pioneers who took the lead and tried the dangerous situation for the first time, and there are also latecomers who heard the rumors and challenged again in disbelief.

But the result is mostly the same——

Failed!

Originally, everyone heard the hidden message in the rules, and even learned that the Ten Thousand Years Ice Platform was born here, and they all understood that this place must be an astonishingly cold place.

And this so-called test must be to reach the peak by personal means, and then fight against the ice ape in an extremely unfavorable environment.

If he wins, he will continue to endure the severe cold to defend the ice platform and meet the endless challenges from other monks.

Then, when the upper limit of everyone's cultivation is limited to the golden core stage, how to effectively use every ounce of power is the most important thing to overcome this level.

Unexpectedly.

After they really felt it personally, they realized that their previous thoughts were ultimately too naive.

What is fighting the ice ape, what is defending the Wannian ice platform, these are as far away as dreams.

Only relying on the cultivation base of Jindan stage, only a few elites of the big faction are left to walk halfway up the mountainside of the first peak of Shenshan.

And after passing halfway up the mountain, the bitter cold wind became several times stronger, and it was far from being able to advance only by relying on the support of the body.

If you don't have a strong hole card in your hand, then ten miles at most is the limit of these ordinary elites.

then.

A cavity of pride and blood, just like that was extinguished by the cold wind.

At the foot of the sacred mountain, in the silent frustration, there is bitterness and unwillingness everywhere.

Until the dusk of the second day, the dreary world finally rekindled a glimmer of hope called despair in a mysterious Taoist voice.

"Ascend to the Immortal and Dao monk, Long Aotian, has taken the lead in meeting the clearance conditions, entered the second realm, and obtained the secret treasure, three silver chains and white shadows."

Pass first?

Isn't there still more than a day to pass the judgment?

Hearing this surprising news, the monks were taken aback for a moment, and then grasped the trial jade talisman in an instant.

personal condition...

Compared with the sacred mountain, which can't even climb halfway up, it is indeed much easier.

Although it seems a bit bloody, isn't the so-called rule of the cultivation world just like the law of the jungle?

Even the talented Long Aotian chooses to do this, so ordinary people like them have no reason to hesitate.

Brother/brother, don't blame me for being ruthless...

The mysterious move of slaying demons, opening a terrifying giant mouth, swallowing friends who should never do it.

In the fairyland of the warm sun, blood bursts out once in a while.

The fuse of the haze finally broke out completely amidst the hopeless road ahead and the stimulation of No.1.

The fundus of the eyes smeared with blood red traces reflected———

Darkness, spread!

***

At the same moment, halfway up the second peak of Mount Shenshan.

Compared with the extreme cold of the first peak, there are a series of solid footprints on the snow that is several times thicker.

It has been extending towards that Lingjue peak, extending, extending...

Looking slowly and curiously.

Finally, on the rugged mountain road that had crossed halfway up the mountain and faced the wind and snow howling all over the sky, I saw a dazzling golden light everywhere.

At the end of the golden light, there were about a dozen young monks clenching their teeth.

Pale to morbid face, pale to frightening lips.

The coldness is far beyond what people can bear, and they are already trembling all over.

The raging wind and snow all over their bodies has also dyed their clothes of different styles into a cold snow color.

but.

They are different from those fallen monks who followed Long Aotian's footsteps and gave up climbing to the top, and started to fight instead.

The goal in his eyes is only the real Aofeng to win the championship.

And for them to be able to rely so firmly is to be in front of the most violent wind and snow, pinching the Buddha's seal in their hands and turning it into a golden light to protect the body, a figure that firmly guards everyone.

Drops of sweat with fragrance condense into crystal clear ice flowers as soon as it is separated from the body.

The snow-colored long hair let the wind blow, sweeping the quiet person, but it couldn't hide the elegance of the Sanskrit on the forehead.

A white gauze monk's robe, as if accidentally melting into the snow, and because of the more dazzling amethyst necklace, it exudes a strange elegance.

Undoubtedly it is.

The world never forgets Zui Liuxia!

In the face of this natural frozen domain where thousands of monks stopped, she still kept the promise she made before, and wanted to use her own strength to protect her fellow disciples to reach the peak!

However, in such an environment.

Even if it was her, she couldn't suppress the ups and downs of her chest, and her face, which was as white as jade, faintly showed a faint blush.

Unexpectedly, only the second peak is so difficult.

Just work harder.

Silver teeth pressed against his lips calmly.

The Buddhist beads in her hand shook again, and Zui Liuxia fully lifted her inner energy, urging the golden light surrounding everyone's body to become firmer.

He stepped forward, but accidentally stepped on broken ice that was not suspended properly.

It's too late to pull back, too bad...

At this moment, it was too late to save her, and Zui Liuxia, who was about to fall to the cliff, was not worried about her own safety, but she had to get nervous about other people.

Forcibly resisting the severe cold that she should have endured, at least half of the people in the team will be seriously injured!

at this time.

Suddenly, two hands stretched out from both sides of Zui Liuxia's body, one left and one right, blocking her chest and waist, and pulled her back.

A hanging heart let go.

The Buddha once again stabilized the golden light protecting his body, let go of the big hand on his chest, turned his head, and nodded apologetically at the two people who shot.

"Thank you two friends for your help, otherwise, Zui Liuxia would really be ashamed of everyone."

As for the two people who shot, she already knew who they were before she saw them.

After all, there are still people who still have the energy to save people. Apart from herself, there are only these two people left in the team.

Stopped at her waist.

This slender and soft hand wrapped in a red sleeve should belong to a friend she just met from the Fengming Sword Sect.

Nan Sixian.

And stopped in front of her chest.

This thick cocoon, slightly strong and big hand, should belong to that same monk as her from Chaoyuan Xichen, Tianfo Sect, Master Dufa.

Nan Sixian and the Buddhist cultivators of Tianfo Sect also seemed to ignore the personal pass requirements and chose to climb to the top of Shenshan Mountain.

Therefore, we simply connect with sentient beings so that we can take care of each other.

"Where there is nothing, it is Master, you are covering me, if I climb the mountain alone, it will not be as easy as it is now!"

Although the words in his mouth were modest, Nan Sixian's tone, coupled with that smiling face, was obviously already full of pride.

"Nan Benefactor said so."

In contrast, Dufa looks more sincere.

"The weather is unbearable. It is not easy for Drunken Fairy to protect everyone all by herself. There is no need to worry about small things."

However, as soon as he said those words.

Nan Sixian, who was still giggling, suddenly froze in his footsteps, and a few hints of cold light flashed in his eyes.

By the time Dufa led Tianfozong to catch up with the Zhongshengyin team, it was already a long time after they climbed to the second peak of Shenshan Mountain.

Nan Sixian was very sure that he never introduced himself.

And Zui Liuxia, the only one here who knew her name, had never spoken to her at all because she was busy blocking the wind, snow and cold along the way.

So, where and how did the monk in front of me know that her surname is Nan?

After experiencing several waves of inexplicable attacks and killings, and seeing countless monks turning against each other, although Nan Sixian didn't want to think bad about others, at this moment she still put on a little bit of caution.

no way.

There are too many cold-blooded and ruthless people in this cultivation world...

"Friend Sixian, are you okay? Did you hurt somewhere?"

Looking up, Zui Liuxia who found Nan Sixian standing there in a daze was looking at her worriedly.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

"It was just a sudden daze by accident, hehe!"

***

The realm of gods and demons, the ninth peak of Shenshan.

The wind blows, the snow blows, and the ground spreads as you like.

A scene of melting ice and smoke condenses into frost, setting off half a stream of light and flickering, silently attracting Aofeng, and sinking into the extremely cold picture that has never changed for thousands of years.

Unusual blizzard and rain, unusually cold and freezing.

The Ninth Peak, which is far away from the deepest part of the mountain range, is a desperate situation beyond imagination, and it is also a dead world that is isolated from the world.

According to common sense.

For monks in the golden core stage, they will turn into huge human ice sculptures the moment they enter the country. There is absolutely no way or possibility to set foot here.

but.

The blood of the ice ape monster that has been spilled for a long time, the Wannian Xuanbing Terrace that was smashed into chairs.

And the man sitting on the Xuanbing chair with his legs crossed.

Everything is like a dream, unrealistic, but undeniably real.

Guyun Luochen Shang Qinghan!

This monster that subverts common sense, this absolutely impossible mysterious number.

Jean, who was secretly watching the progress of the competition, couldn't help but gasp, his eyes widened, and his heart felt weak.

The bureau that was originally carefully arranged for her also had to throw away the plan of confrontation again.

Of course, Shang Qinghan didn't know how much trouble he had caused others.

In fact, she just felt that since participating in the three-level competition, Nan Sixian, who is a sword cultivator, must have appeared at the highest peak of the trial requirements, right?

So, she ran here first and waited.

"But, that gorgeous flower, why hasn't she come here? One day, one moment, one moment, to me..."

With lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, he rested one hand on his cheek boredly, watching the wind blowing through the fan bones, cutting the falling snow into magnificent shapes like black swords one by one.

Breathing the cold wind that pierces the heart, listening to the sound of swords in the wind and snow.

The green hair dyed white by snowflakes is reflected on the fragments of the Xuanbing Terrace.

What appeared was a figure like snow.

Inadvertently, the Liuying fan was already squeezed tightly with the right hand, until the knuckles began to turn slightly white.

The more Shang Qinghan waited, the more irritability he didn't know where it came from slowly rose from his heart.

———I am not snow, I am wind.

The Liuying fan opened suddenly, covering the eyebrows and eyes, and the sword light shattered several pieces of ice that reflected the reflection.

A long sigh echoed on the top of the mountain.

no one hears...

Sudden.

The wind, crossing the border, blows the scattered snow.

A pair of emerald eyes suddenly revealed a sharp light like a sword like a shadow, leading the displeased person to leap into the air, stepping on nothingness, and stepping out of the peak of the proud peak.

"I got it, the scent of blood-stained flowers."

The author has something to say: If you are late every day, you are probably already a useless person...

By the way, to summarize the progress, Long Aotian has hacked ten people to pass the level, Nan Sixian formed a team (holding thighs) Zui Liuxia is about to reach the ice platform of the second peak, and Shang Qinghan ran out after clearing the most difficult level.

PS: Since you can shatter the jade talisman to escape, the killing task is not easy to do☆、