The more he rose, the greater the resistance, and Zhang Yifeng felt a terrifying sense of oppression all over his body, as if he was in a confined space, and this space was squeezing towards him.

Puff!

I don’t know how long it has been rising, but Zhang Yifeng still couldn’t help but spit out blood from his mouth. He felt that his internal organs were about to be crushed by this inexplicable pressure.

Zhang Yifeng stopped, he hesitated whether to continue going up.

Just as he was hesitating, a drop of dew that was invisible to the naked eye dripped from the air and dripped on Zhang Yifeng's arm.

A warm and burning sensation came instantly, and a sea of ​​fire seemed to appear in Zhang Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness.

Of course, this is just the illusion he suddenly had.

"This is...dew!"

Zhang Yifeng's body trembled. The droplets containing the aura of flame must be the dew of the Netherworld Ghost Tree. In other words, there is really a tree in the ghost energy in the sky?

Does the Nether Fruit Tree grow on the entire Divine City?

All kinds of questions made Zhang Yifeng make up his mind and decide to continue moving forward. The spiritual energy in his body reached its peak, and the body of the war fairy also quietly ran.

Zhang Yifeng's body released a faint golden light, like a son of god, riding on the mark of the crack of the sky and continuing to move forward.

A strange scene appeared, and the distance rose again. Zhang Yifeng thought the pressure would become greater and greater, but in the end, the pressure would become less and less.

I don’t know how long I had risen, but a black staircase appeared in my sight. This staircase was formed by ghost energy, like a road leading to hell.

At this time, the surrounding scenes completely changed. Apart from the black stairs, the ghost energy around them had disappeared. Looking up, you could see the illusory Jade Clear Dao Formation in the air.

Zhang Yifeng didn't know how high he had flew out of the Yuqing Dao Formation. It seemed that the ghost energy contained the Sumeru method, concentrating the originally 100,000 feet of ghost energy within a hundred feet.

The black ladder is full of weirdness. On both sides of the ladder are covered with white clouds. The entire black ladder seems to be in the mist, like a road to heaven to the fairyland, and like a ghost road to hell.

Zhang Yifeng frowned. There were no trees in the sky. So where is the ghost fire in the underworld? Where does the dew form?

It seems that he must climb this black ladder. He has come here and cannot give up halfway.

Step by step, Zhang Yifeng discovered that the ghost energy formed many patterns on both sides of the stairs, including flowers, plants, insects, fish, birds and beasts, which were wonderful.

Up the black ladder, nothing changed and there was no danger.

Zhang Yifeng speeds up and plans to quickly pass this black ladder.

However, this black ladder seems to have no end. You can see the end but cannot reach the end. This feeling makes people feel a little disappointed.

Just as Zhang Yifeng was thinking about whether there was a illusion or maze, the surrounding environment finally changed.

The originally white weapon actually had a trace of blood. At first, the mist was only a little bit more intense, and then it became more and more intense.

After just a few breaths, the fog completely turned into blood, and there was a faint murderous intent.

This scene is really terrifying.

If he was an ordinary warrior, he would have been so scared that he would not dare to move forward. However, Zhang Yifeng had seen many dangerous places and eleven places in his previous life, so he would not be scared by this scene. He stopped for a short time and continued to move forward.

In front of me, the blood-colored mist was thicker, and the smell of blood came to my face, as if the air was floating not water vapor, but blood steam formed by the evaporation of blood.

The blood-colored steps were endless. Zhang Yifeng had been walking for several hours, but he still had no trend of reaching the end.

Zhang Yifeng felt drowsy and wanted to fall asleep. Fortunately, there were roots of the wisdom tree in the sea of ​​consciousness. The wisdom tree emitted a gurgling clear stream, keeping Zhang Yifeng awake.

Zhang Yifeng moved forward, and the Buddha's clothes on his body were shining brightly, as if he had been resisting something.

I don’t know if I move forward suddenly, suddenly, bloody corpses appeared in Zhang Yifeng’s eyes.

Zhang Yifeng frowned at that time.

Because among those corpses, he saw familiar people, monk Jueyuan, a virtuous Taoist, Luo Badao, Gongsun Rong, and even Luo Ziyi and Luo Yanran.

Their death was very miserable and terrifying.

Monk Jueyuan was dug up his eyes and cut his throat; a huge blood hole appeared on the belly of a virtue Taoist, and blood flowed out; Luo Badao's head and body separated, and his two round eyes seemed to be still looking at Zhang Yifeng.

Gongsun Rong was cut off in half, and Luo Yanran fell beside him, half of his body disappeared.

Next to Luo Yanran, there were even lying He Yajiao, Lin Siying, Meng Nishang... and even his sister Zhang Kexin.

All the people he likes, even those he doesn't like, or those who have had intersections, are all on the stairs.

In addition, there are many other corpses, densely packed, like a mountain of corpses.

His friends died, and so were his relatives.

The scene in front of him was absolutely unacceptable to ordinary people, but Zhang Yifeng just shook his head lightly and said lightly: "This little illusion also wants to stump me."

He didn't even look at the corpses on the ground, and walked over directly, even when facing Zhang Kexin's corpse, he did not stop.

Finally, the bones in the sky disappeared, and Zhang Yifeng reached the peak of the steps.

Suddenly, the black steps disappeared, and there was a huge and boundless space deep in Zhang Yifeng.

The sky in this space is also shining with a faint blood light, and the ground is filled with white bones of various shapes, endless.

There are actually fresh corpses around these bones.

Most of these corpses were incomplete, some lost their arms, some lost their legs, some lost half of their faces, and some were hollowed out, as if they had been gnawed by beasts, which looked disgusting.

The cold wind blowing from unknown directions around makes people feel cold on their backs.

Apart from these, there is nothing else.

After stepping onto the ladder, he seemed to have arrived at a vast field of killing.

Zhang Yifeng first observed and confirmed that there was no danger around him. Then he walked forward and found a way out.

After choosing a direction and facing forward, he believed that this space would definitely not be endless.

One day...two days...ten days...one month!

A scene that made Zhang Yifeng feel a little desperate appeared. He moved in one direction and walked for a full month, but there was no sign of going to the edge.

White bones, rotten meat, rotten corpses!

It's everywhere!

There is nothing else besides this.

The vast ancient killing scene was no longer the creepy sound of Zhang Yifeng stomping the bones and making a creepy crackle.

Zhang Yifeng walked aimlessly, time passed day by day, but strangely, Zhang Yifeng didn't feel hungry, thirsty, or even tired at all!
Chapter completed!