The higher he rose, the greater the resistance. Zhang Yifeng felt a terrifying sense of oppression all over his body, as if he was in a closed space, and this space was squeezing towards him.
Poof!
He didn't know how long it had been rising, but Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but spit out blood. He felt that all his internal organs were being crushed by this inexplicable pressure.
Zhang Yifeng stopped and hesitated whether to continue going up.
Just when he was hesitating, a drop of dew invisible to the naked eye dripped from the sky and landed 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 was just an illusion he suddenly had.
"This is... dew!"
Zhang Yifeng's body trembled. The water droplets containing the aura of fire must be the dew of the ghost tree. In other words, is there really a tree above the sky in the ghostly aura?
Do the Netherworld Fruit Trees grow on the entire Divine City?
All kinds of questions made Zhang Yifeng make up his mind and decide to move forward. The spiritual energy in his whole body was running to the extreme, and the battle immortal body was also quietly moving.
Zhang Yifeng's body released a faint golden light, like a son of god, riding on the Sky-Splitting Mark, and continued to move forward.
A strange scene appeared, the distance increased again. Zhang Yifeng thought that the pressure would become greater and greater, but unexpectedly, in the end, the pressure actually became less and less.
I don't know how long I have been ascending, but a black staircase appears in my sight. This staircase is formed by ghost energy, like a road leading to hell.
At this time, the surrounding scene completely changed. Except for the black stairs, the ghostly aura around him had disappeared. When he raised his head, he could see the illusory Yuqing Dao Formation in the sky.
Zhang Yifeng didn't know how high he flew, but he still hadn't flown out of the Yuqing Dao Formation. It seemed that the ghost energy contained the Sumeru method, and the ghost energy that was originally hundreds of thousands of feet was condensed into a hundred feet.
The black ladder is full of weirdness. Both sides of the ladder are covered with white clouds. The entire black ladder seems to be built in the mist, like the road to heaven leading to fairyland, or the ghost road leading to hell.
Zhang Yifeng frowned. There were no trees in the sky, so where were the ghostly fires? Where did the dew form?
It seemed that he had to climb this black staircase. He was already here and there was no way he would give up halfway.
Approaching the black stairs step by step, Zhang Yifeng discovered that on both sides of the stairs, the ghost energy formed many patterns, including flowers, plants, insects, fish, birds, and animals, which was wonderful.
Climbing the black stairs, nothing changed and no danger was encountered.
Zhang Yifeng speeded up, intending to quickly pass this black staircase.
However, this black staircase seems to have no end. You can see the end, but you can't get to it. This feeling is a bit frustrating.
Just when Zhang Yifeng was thinking about whether there was a phantom array or a confusing array, the surrounding environment finally changed.
The originally white weapon actually had a trace of blood. At first, there was only a trace of mist, and then it became thicker and thicker.
In just a few breaths, the mist completely turned into blood color, and there was a faint murderous intent.
This scene is really terrifying.
If he were an ordinary warrior, he would have been too frightened to move forward, but Zhang Yifeng had seen many dangerous places and desperate places in his previous life, so naturally he would not be frightened by this scene. He stopped briefly and then continued to move forward.
Ahead, the blood-colored mist became thicker, and the smell of blood rushed toward the face, as if what was floating in the air was not water vapor, but blood vapor formed by the evaporation of blood.
The bloody steps seemed endless. Zhang Yifeng had been walking for several hours, but there was still no sign 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 knowledge. The wisdom tree emitted a gurgling clear current, which kept Zhang Yifeng awake.
Zhang Yifeng moved forward indomitably, and the Buddhist robes on his body shone with golden light, as if he was always resisting something.
Unexpectedly, as we moved forward, suddenly, all of a sudden, bloody corpses appeared in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.
Zhang Yifeng frowned at that time.
Because among those corpses, he saw familiar people, Monk Jueyuan, Youde Taoist, Luo Badao, Gongsun Rong, and even Luo Ziyi and Luo Yanran.
Their death was very miserable and horrific.
Monk Jueyuan had his eyes gouged out and his throat cut; a huge blood hole appeared in the stomach of the Taoist Youde, and blood flowed out; Luo Badao's head was separated from his body, and his two round eyes seemed to still be watching.
Zhang Yifeng.
Gongsun Rong was cut in half, and Luo Yanran fell beside him, with half of his body missing.
Next to Luo Yanran, lay He Yajiao, Lin Siying, Meng Nishang... and even his sister Zhang Kexin.
All the people he liked, even the people he didn't like, or the people he had interacted with were all lying dead on the steps.
In addition, there are many other corpses, densely packed, like a mountain of corpses.
His friends died, and so did his relatives.
Ordinary people would never be able to accept the scene in front of them, but Zhang Yifeng just shook his head lightly and said calmly: "This illusion is also trying to stump me."
He didn't even look at the corpses on the ground and walked directly over the corpses. Even when he was facing Zhang Kexin's corpse, he didn't stop.
Finally, the corpses all over the sky disappeared, and Zhang Yifeng reached the top of the steps.
Suddenly, the black steps disappeared, leaving a huge and endless space deep in Zhang Yifeng.
The sky in this space is also glowing with a faint blood, and the ground is filled with bones of various shapes, stretching as far as the eye can see.
There were actually fresh corpses surrounding these bones.
Most of these corpses were mutilated. Some had lost arms, some had lost legs, some had lost half of their faces, and some had their bellies hollowed out, as if they had been eaten by wild beasts. They looked disgusting.
The dark wind blowing from unknown directions all around sent chills down the spine.
Apart from these, there is nothing else.
After stepping onto the stairs, he seemed to have arrived at an endless killing field.
Zhang Yifeng first observed and confirmed that there was no danger around him, and then walked forward to find a way out.
After choosing a direction, he kept facing forward. He believed that this space could not be endless.
One day... two days... ten days... one month!
A scene appeared that made Zhang Yifeng a little desperate. He moved in one direction and kept walking for a full month, but there was no sign of reaching the edge.
White bones, rotten flesh, rotten corpses!
Everywhere!
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
In the vast ancient killing field, there was no other sound except Zhang Yifeng crushing bones and making a creepy cracking sound.
Zhang Yifeng walked aimlessly like this, and the time passed day by day, but what is strange is that Zhang Yifeng did not feel hungry, thirsty, or even tired at all!