Looking up to the sky, there is still a height of more than three hundred feet. Such a height is nothing to a disciple who has entered the Miaoyin Sect. It can be reached by just flying for dozens of breaths.
However, for a monk like Xuanmu who is trying to enter the Miaoyin Sect, this is undoubtedly comparable to reaching heaven.
Xuanmu's body was gasping for breath. His beast body finally couldn't hold on. On his body were blood marks left by the forceful rush. Under the strong pressure, the blood marks quickly cracked into lines and overflowed from the lines.
There was bright red blood in Xuanmu's eyes, and he didn't want to give in.
"Isn't it just three hundred feet? Young master, I don't take it seriously."
Swallowed it into his belly. He did not rest, but used the spiritual power in his body to stand firmly and rush forward.
A gust of wind was pushed away by him, and a heavy invisible force was pushed away by his hands. He took five more steps in succession. These five steps were extremely difficult and once again exhausted all the spiritual power in his body.
He stabilized his body, and the bloodshot eyes in his eyes became more dense, looking like a pair of blood pupils. The spiritual power in his body was already in chaos at this time, and he forced himself to keep his mind. As a last resort, he had to swallow dozens of pills again.
Take the medicine, and then take a few steps forward.
With one step, he heard a loud buzzing in his ears, and his heart felt as if a huge boulder was hitting his chest. Sweat was pouring from his back, and his eyes seemed to be stimulated by something, and there was a feeling of swelling and pain.
This peak is called Jujian Peak, which is a famous peak in Qinjian Mountain and the highest peak in Qinjian Mountain. It is also the home of the Miaoyin Sect, the only sect within more than a hundred miles nearby.
On Jujian Peak, there is a relatively luxurious Taoist temple with dozens of small courtyards. Among this group of courtyards, there is an ancient attic that is very conspicuous. The attic has seven floors in total and is known as the Seven-Star Tower. A white
The old man with a beard is currently sitting cross-legged on the seventh floor attic of the Seven Star Tower. The old man has a yellow and thin face and is wearing a yellow Taoist robe.
In front of the old man, there is a Fuxi Qin. The whole body of this Qin emits streams of purple-gold light. The body of the Qin is originally made of purple gold, and the strings are made of golden thunder bamboo.
It's done. There is an advantage to pulling out the Golden Thunder Bamboo, that is, the refined magical weapon has thunder attribute attacks.
The hands of the old man with a long white beard are placed on this unknown and weird Fuxi Qin. The old man's face is stern and joyless, and his hands are thin and slender, like ten terrifying claws resting on the strings.
In front of the old man, there is a huge incense burner. From the incense burner, bursts of fragrance and green smoke are lingering, like a fairyland in a dream.
Two people stood bowed behind him, an old man with a black beard, a wrinkled face, and wearing a dark yellow robe. He was clearly the Xu Yunchong who had just greeted Xuanmu. The other one looked like a woman in her forties.
The woman was dressed in a light blue Taoist robe, and behind her back was also carrying an exquisite Fuxi Qin.
Xu Yunchong looked expectantly and asked: "Ancestor, I wonder what the qualifications of this young man are?"
"My qualifications are mediocre. It seems that after ten years, our Miaoyin Sect will not be able to escape the disaster!" The old man with a long white beard sighed and said slowly.
"If that's the case, let's open the passage and let him come up?" Xu Yunchong suggested.
"That's all, it's just what you said." The old man with a long white beard waved his hand and was about to cast a spell to open the passage to the Miaoyin Sect of Jujian Peak when his eyes suddenly glowed with interest. He murmured.
He murmured: "This kid can actually have such an animal body and such a will. I'm reluctant to let him go."
What the old man with a long white beard saw was the scene when Xuanmu turned into a beast body, rushed out more than ten feet away, and roared in anger towards the sky.
"What do you mean, Ancestor? There may be some hope for this kid?" Xu Yunchong asked in surprise.
"The willpower is pretty good. He is a talent that is rare to see in a century. Although his qualifications are not good, hard work can make up for his weakness!" The old man with a long white beard nodded and said.
Xuanmu's body was already swaying slightly at this time. How many more steps could he take? He didn't know. He just knew that there were waves of heart-wrenching pain emanating from his limbs and hundreds of veins towards his heart.
Coming in droves.
He gritted his teeth and sat down cross-legged.
He sat there for a whole day. After a day, he slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and stepped towards the top of the cliff again.
After taking more than ten steps in a row, it was like walking on flat ground. This made Xuanmu feel a little surprised. So he walked even faster. Finally, he took fifty steps in a row and could no longer take half a step.
He looked slightly depressed and stared blankly at the sky. There was still nearly three hundred feet away. If he continued like this, he would not be able to reach the Miaoyin Sect in less than half a month.
Xuanmu couldn't help but regret a little. He regretted why he had listened to Xu Yunchong's words and came to join some bad sect.
Obviously, there is no point in regretting at this time. What is more important is to prove that he can step on it. He does not believe that he is so incompetent in the second heaven. If this is the case, how can he gain a foothold in the second heaven? Even
How about reaching the peak of cultivation, ascending to the third heaven, or even the immortal world?
So, he took a step with difficulty. With this step, his heart felt like being blown by a cold wind, and his body felt like being bombarded by countless heavy punches, with cracks appearing on his body and skin.
Traces of distortion.
Xuanmu did not stop, the sharp pain in his chest came out again, his throat felt sweet, a mouthful of blood poured into his mouth, and a trace of sad blood hung at the corner of his mouth. He still did not hesitate, although his eyes were bloodshot,
But he still stared firmly at the sky, at the peak hundreds of feet high.
"I, Xuanmu, will definitely be able to do it, I can do it...!" Xuanmu roared angrily and punched out. He no longer accepted the situation, but instead bombarded the invisible pressure covering his body.
go.
He punched out, but saw ripples of air rippling out from his right fist. The invisible pressure was pushed back ten feet at this moment. Xuanmu quickly took a step forward and punched his left arm again.
He swung out, and so on, he punched eight times in total, and the spiritual power in his body was completely consumed by these eight punches.
Xuanmu's eyes showed determination, and he took out a large handful of elixirs from the storage ring and swallowed it. Originally, he wanted to take out the killing sword, but when he first came to this second heaven, if he took out the
With such a treasure, wouldn’t it be asking for death?