Some monks have tall bodies, powerful auras, majestic looks, and exude a domineering aura; some monks wear simple clothes and move in the corners, very low-key; some monks are only teenagers, or teenagers
He looks a little childish.
There are also monks with gray beards and frowns on their faces, a sign of old age.
There are also girls with willow eyebrows, red eyes, noses like hanging gallbladders, red lips and white teeth, transparent pink ears, high cloud hair, wearing yellow clothes and skirts, who are also moving forward.
These monks have different expressions and varying levels of cultivation. The strongest has a half-step cultivation of physical strength, and the weakest only has cultivation of Qi. However, they are climbing up one after another, seeking opportunities in the dark.
With every step forward, some monks fell into a trance and fell into the test of illusion.
After a while, some monks woke up and continued to move forward; but some monks fell into an illusion and gradually lost themselves.
The steps are rising, and the speed of their progress is also slow, and every step is bumpy and difficult.
"ah!"
At this moment, a scream was heard, and with the scream, a monk was pushed by a strong force and rolled down the steps.
That monk has a handsome face and strong cultivation. He is a god-transforming monk.
With the strong suppression, this transformed god was in an extremely embarrassed state, like a donkey rolling, falling straight down and rolling down the steps.
His robe was full of dust, his head was also full of dust, and his body was in a mess. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen after rolling down continuously. But compared to the injuries on his body, the despair of being suppressed after failing to climb to the top was even more disturbing.
Heartache and despair.
"I'm not willing to give in!"
"Just a little bit!"
The transformed god was kneeling at the foot of the steps, stamping his feet and beating his chest, and kept slapping the ground. His eyes were red and his face was red.
Like an angry bull.
Plop!
At this moment, there was another sound, and a strong force suppressed the steps, like the lapping of the tide. The monk was also squeezed down the steps in an extremely embarrassing way, and rolled right next to the transformed god.
In front of the monks.
"I failed! I am not willing to accept it!"
The Nascent Soul monk shouted unwillingly.
The cultivator who was originally crying and unwilling, fell down when he saw a fellow Taoist, and became a loser.
He was originally a lonely loser, but now there is another unlucky ghost. However, the monk who transformed into gods stopped his grief and said with a smile: "My condolences, fellow Taoist!"
Happiness is never about eating better than others, but seeing others living more miserable lives than yourself.
This god-incarnation failed to climb the steps, and felt inexplicably sad. But when he saw that a Taoist friend had become his "difficult brother", he felt much relieved. The very sad moment suddenly turned into 50 sad, and he felt inexplicably much better.
.
At normal times, he would not even bother to talk to a Nascent Soul monk, but now he is in a much better mood, and he comforts him: "Fellow Taoist, victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists, and failure is the mother of success. This failure will not
No matter what, I will definitely succeed next time!"
After I finished speaking, I smiled subconsciously.
If he doesn't believe the lies about success next time, even ghosts won't believe it.
The road to ascend to immortality in the Yuhua Sect is notoriously difficult.
If you fail this time, you will fail next time.
The Yuanying monk wanted to cry loudly, but he couldn't cry for some reason. Instead, he said: "Fellow Taoist is right, but did you just fall down that step?"
The cultivator said: "I fell down the five hundred and thirty-two steps!"
The Yuanying monk said: "I am not as good as fellow Taoist. I am failing fifty-three steps, and I am just being squeezed out!"
Monk Transformation God comforted him: "Fellow Taoist, please be more considerate for now. The road to becoming an immortal is always bumpy. This time there are more than 400 steps. Next time you will definitely surpass me."
"Hopefully!"
Monk Nascent Soul sighed slightly: "According to legend, when one reaches a thousand steps, one can become an outer disciple of the Yuhua Sect. But I don't know how many people will be able to climb the steps this time!"
The cultivator of Transformation God shook his head and said: "The Yuhua Sect was once the number one immortal sect in the Purple Mansion Realm. Many monks have ascended to become immortals. The assessment of disciples is based on the principle of "preferring to be lacking rather than being indiscriminate". If they are unqualified, we would rather not accept any of them. We will never do it because of the quality of the disciples.
Not enough, lower the standards abruptly!”
"In the Yuhua Sect, there are three levels: outer disciple, inner disciple, and saint son. Only by breaking ten levels in a row and climbing a thousand steps can you become an outer disciple. At the peak of the Yuhua Sect, the outer disciple
The number of disciples does not exceed 10,000, the number is too small!"
"Becoming an outer disciple of the Yuhua Sect, you have a five-level probability of attaining enlightenment and refining the void!"
"If you become an inner disciple, you have a five-level probability of becoming a disciple, and a three-level probability of becoming a powerful person who can transcend tribulations!"
"As for the Holy Sons of the Yuhua Sect, it is too difficult to break through eighteen levels in a row. In the long history of the Yuhua Sect, there are only less than twenty Holy Sons. Many times, it is better to leave a vacancy than to let someone
The trash became the Holy Son. The Yuhua Sect cannot afford to lose that person."
Monk Nascent Soul asked curiously: "Is there anyone in Zhongzhou who is so talented that he can become a Holy Son?"
The cultivator of the God Transformation sighed: "Not to mention becoming a saint son, not even one became an inner disciple, and only eight became outer disciples. But of the eight monks who passed the examination, four became strong Void Refiners, and two became powerful ones.
Two of them have become half-steps in refining the void, and two of them have fallen!"
"It is said that this time will be the last time it is opened. Soon after, the ruins will be opened violently! Unfortunately, many inheritances will be destroyed!"
Boom boom boom!
At this moment, there was another powerful surge, and another monk was pushed down the steps and rolled down.
The monk screamed and was in inexplicable grief.
But the two monks couldn't help but feel happy when they saw that there was another unlucky person.
When you share your pain with others, your pain will be reduced a lot, and you will be a lot happier.
Plop!
Plop!
Like dumplings being dropped, the monks were rolled down one after another.
The potential of a monk is limited. When it reaches a certain point, it can no longer move forward.
If you come in forcefully, you will be pushed down.
Many people were not convinced, but they were slapped in the face again and again, which was extremely miserable.
These unfortunate ghosts looked at each other, and their originally depressed mood suddenly became much better.
There is no happiness in life better than this.
At this moment, the transformed god suddenly saw a monk in white clothes appear. He was tall and his aura exuded masculine energy, as pure as a burning furnace.
He has a handsome face and elegant appearance, like a white-faced scholar. He climbed the steps with a flash of steps.
Swish!
The speed is very fast, with almost no pauses. In just a dozen breaths, you have reached a hundred steps.
There was not even the slightest breath as we moved forward.
The transformed god was dumbfounded: "His forward speed is fast, but it is unstable and will definitely not last long. In the later stage, the speed will inevitably be much slower. At most, it will reach the 200th step, and the speed will slow down!"
This transformed god comforted himself in his heart.
But very quickly, it goes from 200 steps to 300 steps, then to 1000 steps after failure.
Buzz!
When we reached the thousand steps, the speed still did not slow down at all.
"That is the projection of a leader of the Yuhua Sect. It has great power. He once defeated Taoist Bodhi. This person has met his opponent..."
The monk transforming the gods explained.
There was a bang in the void, and with a punch from the monk in white, the projection of the leader of the Ascension Sect was blown up on the spot.
The cultivator of the God Transformation was speechless. Half of the lines he wanted to explain were stuck and he couldn't continue.
After reaching another level, another projection appeared.
"this……"
The monk who transformed the spirit explained again, this time he only said two words.
The projection was blown up again.
This time, it was just two punches.
Simple and crude, without any skills at all, just relying on domineering power and invincible means to suppress everything and destroy everything.
"His physique is too strong, his magic power is too strong, his speed is too strong, and his strength is too fast... The projection can't withstand his blow at all!" Analyzed the cultivator, looking at the battle ahead, he commented.
At the fifteenth level, the monk in white met his opponent and the two sides fought fiercely.
The monk in white still had the upper hand, and after a fierce battle with hundreds of moves, he killed the projection.
This battle lasted for a relatively long time, and the cultivator had enough time to make comments.
Boom boom boom!
The battle continues, sixteen levels, seventeen levels, eighteen levels.
Finally reached the top.
"who is he?"
The cultivator asked.
"who is he?"
Everyone also asked.
…
Standing at the 18th Gate, Lu Xuanji panted slightly.
The moment he defeated the phantom just now, he also spent a lot of energy.
The huge golden light falls, constantly transforming the body, and constantly improving its potential.
The golden energy accumulated from breaking through eighteen levels in a row is so huge. At this moment, it has transformed the physical body and transformed it into potential, repairing various hidden injuries in the physical body. The injuries are recovering quickly, and the cultivation level is stabilizing.
But under the surge of golden light, it was difficult to improve his qualifications even half a point.
"The feathered golden light can improve the monk's qualifications, but it's just for me!"
"My physique is so powerful that it is already at the ceiling. It has reached the point where it cannot be promoted. Even the Supreme Immortal Physique and the Chaos Immortal Physique are nothing more than that!"
Feeling the changes in his body, Lu Xuanji sighed slightly.
It's like someone can score 100 points in an exam just because there is only 100 points on the test paper.
Similarly, the limitations of human laws, limitations of spiritual energy, etc. also restrict the physique of monks.
Over the years, he has continuously practiced various techniques and tempered his physical body. He has reached the limit of the human world and is at the ceiling, unable to become the most powerful.
Not even the feathered golden light could improve his physique even a little bit.
Buzz!
At this moment, the feathered golden light was circulating, being continuously absorbed by Lu Xuanji, and his cultivation was steadily improving.
Poof!
With a burst of sound, the shackles were broken and he entered the seventh level of transformation.
After reaching the seventh level of divine transformation, his cultivation level steadily improved again, and only after it improved a lot, the feathered golden light was completely exhausted.
At this moment, the token was changing, and [Inner Disciple] turned into [Holy Son].
At the moment when he became the Son of God, messages came one after another, and the treatment that belonged to the Son of God was also revealed.
The Yuhua Sect is quite harsh in selecting the Holy Son.
It not only tests qualifications, understanding, talent, chance, luck, etc., it is better to have less than in vain.
In each era, the Holy Son of the Yuhua Sect has three levels of probability of becoming an immortal.
Even if he cannot become an immortal, he will become the top power of the human race and intimidate an entire era.
If in the era when Yuhua Sect still existed, becoming the Holy Son of Yuhua Sect could be said to be walking sideways and belonging to a crab. But in today's era, Yuhua Sect has been destroyed, and the Holy Son has only the name but no reality.
Instead of enjoying various benefits and benefits, you will encounter sniper attacks from your own powerful enemies.
"Xi'er, seems to have disappeared!"
Lu Xuanji looked down and found that Jin Xi had disappeared.
Just a moment ago, she was still climbing the steps.
…
The void changes and Jinxi disappears.
Just now, she was still climbing the steps, and she had climbed more than 700 steps.
In terms of qualifications and potential, he is not as good as Lu Xuanji, but he can still be regarded as a genius.
But just when Lu Xuanji reached the top, a golden light flashed and then disappeared.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already in another cave. All around the cave, he saw various runes carved. The runes were combined to form a supreme formation. Among the many interlaced formations, there was a huge one.
altar.
This altar is one meter high.
On the altar, there is a gourd.
Click!
At the moment when Jinxi arrived in the cave, the formation in the cave was activated, and golden thunder and lightning condensed, seeming to evolve into a supreme killing move.
, the Feathering Tower appears automatically, exuding a breath.
As if sensing something, the surrounding formations automatically stopped and became quiet again.
He reached out and grabbed it, and the golden gourd immediately fell into his hand.
If you feel it carefully, you will see that there is a golden liquid inside, and when it shakes, it makes a sound of gold and iron colliding, like flowing metal.
"This is the Feathering Gold Liquid, which can enhance the monk's qualifications and potential!"
Jin Xi shook the gourd and said with surprise in her heart.
On the path of cultivation, qualifications are very important.
The so-called Taoist heart is more important than qualifications, and more of a spiritual victory method. You can take it seriously but don't believe it.
This gourd is called the Feathered Gourd, and its grade is ninth grade.
It is said that a genius in Yuhuamen left the Yuhua gourd in the mortal world on the eve of his ascension, and it became one of the most precious treasures of the Yuhuamen clan.
The Feathered Gourd has no extra functions. It only absorbs spiritual energy or spiritual stones, which can be continuously converted into Feathered Gold Liquid. If a monk takes it for a long time, it can improve his qualifications and potential, which will be of great benefit to his future path.
When the monk passes some levels, the feathered gourd will drop feathered golden light, giving the monk a reward.
But now this treasure falls into her hands.
Looking forward again, this is a golden altar, which seems to be offering sacrifices to something.
Grade unknown.
Jin Xi activated the secret technique, and the mana began to penetrate into the Tao altar. He quickly found the core location and began to refine it.
With a crisp sound, the altar is changing.
Inside the altar, there are about nine floors, which are completely refined.
Just when he was about to continue refining, a black light flashed and fell on Jin Xi.