Abandoned son to become god

Zong Heng suddenly clenched Shen Qi's hand, pulling him and wanted to leave.

Shen Qi quit, and hurriedly said: "Elder Mo! Immortal Venerable! I agree!"

Zong Heng frowned tightly, his voice was suppressed again, and his tone was uncompromising: "Let's go!"

Mo Dao said at the right time: "Since Shen Qi has already agreed, why should the pavilion master hinder others?"

Zong Heng turned his head sideways, with a bone-hardening chill in his eyes, he only glanced at Mo Dao and then retracted it, saying something to Shen Qi in a rambling manner.

Mo Dao didn't speak anymore, mainly because Zong Heng's eyes were too terrifying, as if he had been pierced into his body by thousands of ice cones, and he had already died once, which made people feel very boring.

He said: "It's not that I make things difficult for him, but this is the rule of a pavilion. Shen Qi has to walk through the thorn bushes before he can enter the Treasure Pavilion."

Shen Qi's rebuttal stopped abruptly.

Seeing him bow his head in silence, Zong Heng thought he might be frightened, so he pulled him and planned to leave.

Shen Qi suddenly grabbed Zong Heng, and said: "Master, I already hate the disdainful eyes that others look at me, so I have to go this way!"

He shook off Zong Heng's hand, quickly ran to Mo Dao, and said, "Xianzun, where do we start and where do we end?"

Mo Dao didn't expect the six-year-old boy to be so courageous. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Your body is mortal, and this deity will not make things difficult for you. As long as you walk from the strange rock here on the left, through the thorn bushes all the way to the strange rock on the right, the deity As if you're over."

Shen Qi looked at the distance Mo Dao pointed out to him, it was still close, only fifty steps.

So he nodded to Mo Dao, Mo Dao's lips were cold, his hands quickly formed a seal, and the strange rocks on both sides stretched rapidly to the left and right. With a click, the land in the middle slowly cracked and gradually collapsed, and the flying dust turned into raging fire and burned. It burned everything around it red and hot, only those sharp thorns were still spread smoothly on top of the fire.

Shen Qi felt that Mo Dao was not honest at all, that the road that was only 150 steps away was stretched to [-] steps abruptly.

Mo Dao said calmly, "If you want to go back on your word, it's still too late."

Shen Qi looked at Zong Heng, and saw that he was quietly looking in this direction, and when he met Shen Qi's gaze, he took a step forward, as if he wanted to pull him, but Shen Qi waved his hand to stop him. He said: "No, let's start."

Mo Dao nodded to signal Shen Qi to go to the designated position.

As soon as Shen Qi stepped on the land, he felt the fiery temperature of the soles of his feet, and his feet were almost burnt, so he could only step on the soles of his feet, and change them after a while.

The sparks became more and more frenzied, wanting to climb up from the ground, devouring the thorns frantically.

Such actions are very meaningful, at least the edges of the thorns are slowly being burned to ashes.

In other words, if Shen Qi continued to delay, even the Bridge of Thorns would be gone.

Shen Qi took a few deep breaths, stretched out his feet and slowly hung over the thorns, the sharp spikes pressed against his cold soles with scorching heat, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, slipped down his back, slowly Corrode all his clothes.

Shen Qi's fingertips were trembling with tension, but finally he stepped on it.

The sharp pain penetrated his body all of a sudden, and exploded straight to his mind. The broken fragments paralyzed all the meridians in his body along the blood, and his face turned pale instantly.