In that distant little black house

Looking at the light bridge that seemed to break through the sky, everyone present fell into silence.

Seeing that no one was willing to start the conversation, Hetong tilted his head and asked in a childish voice? : "Why don't you leave?"

No one answered, even the Nascent Soul cultivator felt a little uneasy when he saw this scene, and he didn't dare to step forward rashly.

That He Tong stood at the highest place, his eyes swept and scanned among the crowd below, as if he was looking for something, when his eyes moved to Zhang Jingmo's face, He Tong's eyes suddenly lit up, and then jumped up. Bounced and ran to Zhang Jingmo's side, stretched out his hand towards him, and said, "Are you afraid too? Let me hold you, okay?"

Zhang Jingmo looked at the white and soft Hetong who looked like rice dumplings, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he finally held those little hands under the surprised eyes of the people around him.

He Tong's hand was very small and soft, and when he closed his hand, he only held Zhang Jingmo's one finger.

So he took that finger and led Zhang Jingmo to the stairs made of light.

Zhang Jingmo was the first person to step on the stairs. When he stepped on the first step, he felt a sense of coercion from the stairs. He even felt a little faint fear—the master of Kunlun Peak, whose cultivation level may be He has already ascended to great power, but he doesn't know why he hasn't ascended yet.

Although Hetong's footsteps were slow, they were steady. He didn't care about the people who were still watching, but just led Zhang Jingmo and walked towards the end of the stairs.

The people below saw Zhang Jingmo being led up the stairs by Hetong, whispering as if they were discussing something.Fortunately, among these people, there were some brave ones, so soon a second and a third monk stepped on the ladder.

The faces of those who stepped up the stairs all changed slightly, obviously sensing the unusual aura of the person who set the steps down.

Hetong and Zhang Jingmo walked in front, he held Zhang Jingmo's hand firmly and said, "Are you scared too?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "Of course."

He Tong said: "Then what are you afraid of?"

Zhang Jingmo smiled: "Of course I'm afraid that your master will drop a thunderbolt and kill me directly."

When Hetong heard this, he giggled, and said, "No, you are so good-looking, our master is reluctant to hack you to death."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingmo's smile became even stronger.

He was led by Hetong and walked a long way, until half an hour later, the two of them finally reached the top of the ladder.

On the top of the stairs, stands a majestic hall. The pillars on both sides of the entrance of the hall are engraved with the word Kunlun. Zhang Jingmo felt his eyes hurt just by looking at the word.

He Tong kindly reminded: "Don't stare at that word for a long time, your eyes will go blind."

Zhang Jingmo said good, and cautiously looked away.

Hetong glanced at the Guangqiao behind him, and saw tiny figures slowly climbing up the long stairs. Because spiritual power cannot be used on the bridge, he could only climb step by step. And without He Tong to accompany them, they crawled extremely slowly.

Hetong looked at the people walking slowly like a group of ants on the stairs, frowned, and muttered twice.

Zhang Jingmo didn't hear clearly, and didn't ask.

He Tong turned his head to look at him, and said, "I'm going to wait for them here, will you accompany me, or go in first?"

Zhang Jingmo thought for a while, and felt that it would be safer to be with this Hetong, so he said, "I'll wait for you."

When He Tong heard this, his face burst into smiles. He immediately hugged Zhang Jingmo's leg, then rubbed against his leg twice, and said, "I knew that a good-looking person has a good heart!"

Zhang Jingmo: "..." Who taught this child to be like this.

As a result, Zhang Jingmo had just finished thinking this way, when he saw a small group of crane boys suddenly soaring into the sky, and transformed into a huge crane in midair. Everyone climbing the stairs screamed: "An hour!"

When the people on the stairs heard the phrase "one hour", they all looked puzzled, but all the people present were smart, and almost at the next moment, they all guessed that this hour should be a time limit.

Contact the light bridge under him again, think with your toes, and you should understand what will happen in an hour.So everyone quickly accelerated the speed of their feet.

The crane flew in mid-air, flapping its wings unceasingly, blowing out gusts of wind, adding a lot of resistance to those who were climbing to the top.

Thanks to Hetong's blessing, Zhang Jingmo was lucky enough to avoid such a hardship.

It's funny to say that people from various factions who originally appeared as buyers have now become the objects of experience. From their expressions, we can see their complicated emotions at this time...

However, although this ladder is a bit troublesome, it is not intentional that people cannot complete it, so in less than an hour, more than half of the people climbed to the top, but it is obvious that they are panting and their faces are pale.

An hour is just a blink of an eye, as time goes by, the wind blowing between the two wings of the crane boy is getting stronger and stronger, and finally the people on the stairs are unable to move an inch.

At the last moment, Hetong looked at the people who couldn't walk on the stairs with contempt in his eyes, and he said: "This ladder is a test of the heart but not of the body. Only the upright and upright can reach the top. Fellow Daoist, please go back."

After his words fell, the ladder disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and at the same time, the few dying fellow Taoists on the ladder disappeared.

After the ladder disappeared, the crane boy changed from a huge white crane to a boy again. He walked slowly to Zhang Jingmo's side, raised his head and said, "Let's go."

Zhang Jingmo held Hetong's soft little hand again, and nodded.

Compared with his appearance, the people around him looked a bit embarrassed, most of them had disheveled hair, and some even had disheveled clothes.

The head of the sect is only a Jindan cultivator. Climbing this ladder would kill him. He was standing next to Zhang Jingmo, dressed in rough clothes, and was about to ask Zhang Jingmo a few words, when Hetong stepped forward and took Zhang Jingmo away again... …

The head: "..." It's really different for the same person.

He Tong led Zhang Jingmo to the front of the main hall. After reaching the door, he didn't go in directly, but knelt down and called: "Master, I brought them here."

As soon as his words fell, a hoarse male voice came from above the hall—this voice changed, obviously the owner of the voice did not want people to hear his original voice, he said: "Come in."

He Tong replied yes, and then led the crowd inside.

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, Zhang Jingmo heard the sound of gold and daggers colliding. Following the sound, he looked up and found countless sharp swords hanging from the roof beams above his head.

These swords hung densely over everyone's heads, and the sword energy emitted made Zhang Jingmo feel a bone-chilling chill.There was no wind in the hall, but these swords seemed to be alive, colliding with each other lightly.

Everyone was startled by the sword formation above their heads. Zhang Jue, a Nascent Soul cultivator of the Lingxu faction who was standing with Zhang Jingmo, carefully looked at the swords used in the sword formation above his head, and found that if these swords were placed outside, they would all be for the purpose The treasure that people are crazy about, his complexion became a little complicated, and after a long while, he sighed: "This person from the top of the Kunlun Mountains is really not to be messed with..."

Everyone was talking about it, but the meaning of what they said was similar to that of Zhang Jue.

Just when the noisy sound was getting louder, a wooden seat was slowly raised from the ground into the main hall, and a man in red was sitting on the seat.

The man had a mask on his face, and only half of his face was exposed. His sitting posture was lazy, almost leaning on the seat, and the seat behind him looked very ordinary—but it was This ordinary chair, this ordinary posture, was forced to sit on the throne by this man.

The original noisy voice disappeared quickly after the man appeared, and everyone was a little bit silent in front of the man before him.

When Zhang Jingmo saw the mask, his pupils shrank suddenly. His hands were clenched into fists, and his nails were firmly embedded in his palms. Although the skin of his palms had been pierced and he could feel obvious pain, Zhang Jingmo But he didn't intend to let go of his fist—only the pain could calm him down at this moment, so that he wouldn't lose his composure too much.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was on that person at this time, and no one noticed Zhang Jingmo's strangeness.

The man sat on the wooden chair, his cold eyes swept across the crowd, as if he was looking for something.Zhang Jingmo also felt a slight chill in his body, but this feeling disappeared in an instant.

After observing the crowd, the man said two words coldly: "Trash."

The crowd was in an uproar, the people who could stand inside the hall were all geniuses who were selected outside, but these were made so difficult and insulted, and the crowd was excited for a while, and the voice of opposition against the hall master reached its peak.

Seeing this, the palace master sneered: "Not convinced? Don't waste my time on each one of them, you can go together... If anyone can hurt me." He paused for a moment after saying this, Then he lazily said: "The sword array on your heads will be given to that person."

As soon as these words came out, the uproar was even worse. Everyone had already seen that the sword formation above their heads was extraordinary, but they didn't expect the person in front of them to say the word "send" so easily.

Zhang Jingmo was very clear about his own strength, but he didn't realize how powerful he would be in a fight against a man who could kill a Nascent Soul cultivator with this spell.

Besides, what Zhang Jingmo cares most about is not the precious sword formation above his head, but the mask hanging on the face of the man sitting in front of him—— Zhang Jingmo can recognize this mask even if it turns into ashes, and the red dress In the Ren sect, the disciples under the sect all wear masks, and what distinguishes their status is the blood and tears on the masks.

The more blood and tears, the higher the status of the person. The mask of the man in front of him is full of seven drops of blood and tears, and his status in the sect is already considered very high.

Zhang Jingmo's heart was a little confused. Since this person was wearing a mask, it meant that he had an affair with the Devil's Cult. So his act of summoning so many people to Kunlun Peak today also implied malice.

While Zhang Jingmo was thinking, some people in the crowd couldn't resist the temptation.

That man was a late Nascent Soul monk, one or two among the group of people in the hall. He stepped forward, saluted the masked man, and said, "Then you will offend the hall master."

The masked man laughed loudly when he heard the voice of the palace master, and said, "What palace master, I'm just a watchdog."

The Nascent Soul cultivator's face was a bit ugly, he said: "You..."

The masked man sat on the chair and coldly interrupted the Nascent Soul cultivator, saying, "Stop talking nonsense and come up directly."

The monk was robbed like this, his face was blue and white, and he choked out a sentence: "I offended." Then he waved his hand slightly, and saw a few more people walking out of the crowd.

Zhang Jingmo looked at those people, but he didn't recognize the Taoist robes on them, and he didn't know if they were deliberately trying to hide their identities, or they were casual cultivators.

After a few people walked out, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense. The headmaster tugged at Zhang Jingmo's sleeve, signaling him to take a few steps back, and don't be a fish in the pond that was affected by disaster.

Zhang Jingmo nodded, and retreated with the others to the entrance of the main hall.

The masked man's expression was still cold, and he looked at those people as if he was looking at a cold corpse.

The leading monk let out a low drink, and then sacrificed the magic weapon—seeing that a big battle was about to break out.

However, what happened next, no one expected.

The masked man sitting in the main hall just smiled, and then gently raised his hand—for a moment, the sword formation above everyone's heads was like a beast that saw blood, and rushed towards the few people present. past.

Those few people looked horrified, they didn't expect this move at all, but what made them most desperate was that they couldn't hide at all, because their bodies couldn't move at all.

Countless swords were aimed at the few people standing in the field, but the masked man did not give the order, but looked up at the few people again.

The leader knew now that he had kicked a hard iron board, but it was too late to lament his greed for profit, so he said in a trembling voice: "My lord, please forgive me. The little ones have eyes but no eyes. They don't know the power of adults. Just ask for help." The adults spared the lives of the little ones..."

The masked man seemed to have listened to the words, but he didn't seem to have listened. He said to himself: "It's so ugly." As soon as the two words were out of his mouth, he saw the original hanging in the air. The Wanjian directly pierced through several people, and after dozens of puffing sounds of swords piercing into flesh, the person in front of him was directly cut into countless pieces.

The strong smell of blood spread quickly over the main hall, and everyone who saw this scene felt very lucky, glad that they were not bewitched by the interests and ruined their lives in vain.

The masked man was very dissatisfied when he smelled the fishy smell, he said: "Clean it up."

After a while, Hetong who was guarding the door took a broom and dustpan and cleaned up the dirt with a painful expression on his face.

It only took a few words for these people to die and disappear.

And with a lesson learned from the past, the people in the hall did not dare to have any contempt for this masked man.

The masked man said coldly: "Anyone else wants to come?"

No one answered.

The mask said: "Since there is no one, let's start the auction."

After so many ordeals, it finally came to the point. The atmosphere in the world, which had dropped to freezing point, eased a little.

The masked man's voice was still cold, he said: "I invite you to come here today, but there is only one item for auction."

When everyone heard the words, they all quieted down and listened carefully.

The masked man slowly sat up from the chair, then parted his thin lips lightly, and said, "I'm going to auction off a piece of news this time."

There was an uproar again—everyone never expected that this masked man would say such a sentence, a piece of news, no matter how precious a piece of news is, it is not worth inviting everyone!

The masked man smiled coldly. He had already expected everyone's reaction. He said, "This news is related to your life and death. Naturally, you can choose not to..."

The leader standing next to Zhang Jingmo had a very bad face. Not only him, but almost everyone present felt that they had been fooled—the auction was actually a piece of news!

But Zhang Jingmo vaguely felt something. Looking at the masked man, what emerged in his mind was the scene of the human race retreating steadily after the demons invaded, and finally fell to the mainland.

Although he knew what would happen in the future, it was nothing more than a delusion in the eyes of others when he said it out of his mouth.Zhang Jingmo has already tried to tell many people about this, but none of the endings were satisfactory, and even sometimes, it would be better not to tell.

It's just that I don't know whether the news in the masked population is related to the demons.

Hearing the noisy voice, the masked man's lips formed an unpleasant arc, and he growled in a low voice: "Stop making noise."

The people in the hall suddenly fell silent.

The mask said humanely: "I'm most annoyed when people are arguing in front of me. If it makes me have a headache, I'll kill you all."

As soon as these words came out, no one dared to speak. Although the body of the Nascent Soul cultivator who provoked the masked man just now is gone, the fishy smell is still there...

The masked man said again: "A bunch of idiots, so stupid."

Everyone: "..." Although they were scolded, they didn't dare to speak back.

Seeing that everyone dared not speak, the masked man snorted coldly and stood up from his chair.

After he stood up, he waved his hand, and the eyes of all the people present were blurred—a very bloody scene appeared in front of their eyes, and in these scenes, almost one thing happened, over there... their death.

Zhang Jingmo was no exception, he saw it too, he saw himself lying in a pool of blood—but this self was him in the first life.

Zhang Jingmo was a little distracted, he felt bursts of severe pain in his meridians, as if someone used a knife to pick out all his meridians bit by bit.

This kind of pain should be a trivial matter to him now, but for some reason, Zhang Jingmo trembled a little. He was in so much pain that he could only clench his teeth, and Lu Guijiu's desperate cry sounded in his ears.

Lu Guijiu held Zhang Jingmo in his arms, holding him tightly, as if holding his own soul, his own life, he said: "Master, don't die."

Zhang Jingmo couldn't answer, he should have been so dazed from the pain that he couldn't hear the words behind... But something Zhang Jingmo didn't expect, he actually heard it.

He heard what he should not have heard, Lu Guijiu said: "Master, I don't want to ascend, I don't want to go to the fairy world, I don't want this life... as long as you come back to life."

Zhang Jingmo couldn't answer.

Lu Guijiu said again: "I know you want you to leave me, but I will never let you succeed, I will not let you succeed—"

Then Zhang Jingmo didn't know anything, he woke up from this illusion.

This illusion was too real, and it was something Zhang Jingmo had experienced before, so he slowed down for a long time before he recovered.

However, after he recovered, he realized that he was the first to struggle out of the illusion, and the people around him seemed to be still immersed in the illusion.

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, some cursed loudly, some cried loudly, but the sect leader standing beside him had a faint smile on his face.

Zhang Jingmo was not surprised by the expression on the head, because he had seen this expression many times.

When the big formation was broken, the demons invaded and occupied the continent inch by inch, the leader did not escape, and brought the remaining disciples of the Lingxu Sect to defend the Lingxu Sect, and finally died in battle.

Zhang Jingmo remembered that he died with a smile. He said that it was enough for him to do his best for what he loved.

Zhang Jingmo's eyes moved away from the head of the sect, but met the eyes of the masked man sitting on the main hall, the eyes of the two met, Zhang Jingmo did not flinch, just stared at the person in front of him calmly.

The masked man looked at Zhang Jingmo for a long time, then suddenly smiled, and said, "Interesting."

Only then did Zhang Jingmo lower his eyes and make a look of retreat.

This illusion had a great influence on everyone, Zhang Jingmo was the first to wake up, but the second woke up an hour later.

"Is this a dream?" The headmaster showed a confused expression, his body swayed a bit, and he was caught by Zhang Jingmo so as not to fall, "Qingyuan? Are you not dead?"

Zhang Jingmo sighed, "It was just a dream."

The head of the sect suddenly came back to his senses, and finally woke up from the illusion. He was stunned for a few moments, and then smiled wryly: "This...what the hell is going on."

The masked man supported his chin with his hands, and his eyes stayed on Zhang Jingmo. He didn't look away until more people woke up.

Zhang Jingmo felt uncomfortable from being stared at, but he couldn't say anything.There are more and more people waking up from hallucinations around them. When these people wake up, they all show a tired state.

Seeing that everyone had almost woken up, the masked man asked lazily, "How is it? Are you going to buy this news or not?"