Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 92: Brother

The stone steps spread upwards, endless like a ladder, as if it will never come to an end. "I more and more complete"

Countless monks are sweating, panting, and under great pressure, they are walking **** the stone steps. Every time he took the next step, he seemed to have exhausted his energy, and every time he took a step, he had to stay for a long time before he was able to move on.

It has been more than an hour since the light of being drawn into this bizarre world, some monks without sufficient strength have already been teleported back to the outside world by the Palace of Good Fortune. Originally there were tens of thousands of troops, but only about 5,000 remained.

And this number is still declining.

Every few minutes, the body is weakened, shaken by the huge pressure of the stone steps, and then sent back to the outside world by the Palace of Good Fortune.

At this moment, many monks were panting, struggling to move forward under tremendous pressure. Most people stayed at the five hundredth level, and only a few powerful monks reached the thousandth level.

It can be seen how difficult it is to assess the Palace of Good Fortune.

This is also normal, after all, although there are many opportunities in the good fortune palace, it can't hold back countless monks to seize it. Therefore, the Palace of Good Fortune can only set up difficulties and eliminate those monks who are not strong enough.

"Hoo...oh my god, this is too difficult to go, I feel like I can't hold it anymore."

"Yeah, I am about to die. This is only more than five hundred steps. I don't know how many are left behind."

"Hey, it seems that this palace of good fortune has nothing to do with me."

"Damn it, the great fortune is close at hand, but I have no ability to take it. I am really unwilling."

"To blame, blame the assessment of the Palace of Good Fortune for being too difficult, this is simply not human!"

About five hundred steps on Shijie Road, more than a dozen monks stood on the same step, panting heavily, and complaining that the assessment of the Palace of Good Fortune was too difficult.

However, just when these people were barely supporting, a figure in white walked past several people, like walking in a leisurely courtyard, it was simply unreasonable.

After that, the figure walked gently, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

This scene stunned a few people!

After a while, one person rubbed his eyes and said in an uncertain tone: "The figure just now... seems to be a person!"

"I do it! I am really alone!"

"This is impossible! How could someone walk so easily? I must be dazzled!"

"That is, even if he rests down for a long time, he can't treat the pressure like nothing!"

"Hey, don't deceive yourself. I can see clearly that he is a monk, and he is not too old, so he should be an outstanding descendant of a certain force."

"Let me go, this is too abnormal, there is no pause at all, as if there is no resistance at all!"

A dozen monks exclaimed one after another, looking at the direction of Ling Xian's disappearance in horror, with incredible writing on their faces.

You must know that several of them were also monks in the foundation-building period, but every step they took was extremely difficult, and it was already a blessing to be able to get here.

However, Ling Xian is relaxed and freehand, and he looks at pressure as nothing!

How can this not shock a few people?

Similar things have happened to many monks in front of them.

When the monks stayed on the stone steps and had difficulty moving, they all saw the white clothes walking by themselves, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After that, everyone was shocked.

Sentences of unbelievable words flooded every step of the stone road.

"Oh my God, who is this person? It's so tyrannical!"

"It must be a Tianjiao, and one of the best!"

"Yes, otherwise it would not be so easy, as if there was no resistance at all!"

"Hey, people are really more dead than people. Compared with this person, I suddenly feel inferior."

"Isn't it? I'm the same. I feel like I've been alive for so many years."

The monks on the stone steps were shocked. They didn't expect to see such a fierce man, and he could walk on the ground like a flat ground, and succeeded.

How strong is it to do this?

Know that the first step of the stone road has more pressure than the first step. If the pressure of the first step must be made a big mountain, then every time you go up a step, a big mountain will be added.

It is conceivable how much pressure should be!

However, Ling Xian never stopped. Whether it was the first or the thousandth level, he didn't seem to feel the pressure. He just stepped lightly and stepped onto the next level.

The lightly wafting white clothes, and the relaxed and free air, became a special landscape on the stone steps.

Every monk who saw Lingxian showed a look of horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

At this moment, Ling Xian looked calm, standing on the thousandth step, looking at the endless stairs above, and muttered to himself: "It's been an hour and a half, and I don't know how many steps there are. It seems that we have to hurry up. ."

Speaking, he continued to move forward, but this time, he felt the pressure.

"Boom!"

The invisible pressure suddenly came, as if the everlasting Tianshan Mountain was overwhelmed, Ling Xian frowned, and said: "It seems that the thousandth level is a watershed. No wonder there is no one else here except me." /

He guessed right. One thousand steps is the watershed of the stone road. The monks who can handle the pressure have already moved to a higher place. The monks who can't pass are directly shaken by this huge pressure, and then Back to the outside world.

Therefore, there are no other monks here except him.

At the moment, Ling Xian encountered the first difficulty.

The invisible pressure is surging and surging, like a big wave rolling high in the sky, mighty, trying to shake Ling Xian back!

"Huh, dare you stop me with this little pressure?"

Ling Xian snorted coldly, and a terrifying aura swept out, colliding with the invisible pressure!

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the whole stone road suddenly shook!

Immediately, the pressure of the sky dissipated invisible, Ling Xian took a light step and reached the thousand and first order.

Immediately afterwards, the pressure came again, more intense and more pressing than before!

Unfortunately, this pressure is not enough for Ling Xian. He just shook his shoulders and blasted the pressure away from the mountain, and then walked towards the endless stairs above.

That relaxed and freehand gesture is enough to make all the monks here feel ashamed.

In this way, Ling Xian stepped gently, as if walking on the road of Yimapingchuan, and in a blink of an eye he had reached the 1,500th order.

"Hey... there is someone here."

Ling Xian said softly, and took three steps in succession to get to the top of this person. Then slowly turned around, looking at the young man below, he couldn't help but hesitated, and said: "Friends of Taoism, I think you are a bit familiar."

The young man was also stunned, and when he saw that the person was Queen Ling Xian, he suddenly trembled with fright. In an instant, he lost his mind, and the huge pressure instantly shook him out.

"I'm doing it! Ling Xian, you are a pervert! You wounded me badly that day, and broke my chances today!"

When the young man was in the air, he felt his feet leave the ground, and he suddenly exploded, his voice was full of grief and anger.

Fortunately, Ling Xian got sick, and instantly stretched out his hand, then pulled the person back, and then directly dragged him onto the ladder.

"Fortunately, fortunately." The young man was undecided, and patted his chest with his hand, seeming to suppress his palpitations.

Ling Xian smiled faintly, looked at the youth in front of him, and smiled: "I remember, you were the first person I suppressed that day, right?"

"It's me. I didn't expect to be in a group with you. It's really **** bad for eight lifetimes." The young man surnamed Fang mumbled. He was the first person to attack Lingxian that day.

As a result, he was killed by Ling Xian with a single move.

"What you said is not right, just now, if I hadn't helped you, you would have no relationship with the good fortune palace." Ling Xian smiled playfully, unexpectedly so coincidentally, he was put in a group with this person.

"If you didn't show up suddenly, I wouldn't lose my mind. Speaking of it, I didn't blame you." The young man surnamed Fang pouted and looked at the handsome young man in front of him, his expression a little unnatural.

Obviously, he was thinking of being killed by a spike that day.

The corners of Ling Xian's mouth raised, like a smile but a smile: "As soon as I show up, you lose your mind. Are you so afraid of me?"

"Afraid of you?"

The young man surnamed Fang curled his lips and said with disdain: "I admit that you are better than me, but not enough to make me fearful."

However, despite what he said, his eyes were erratic, showing that he was very guilty and insincere.

When Ling Xian found this, he couldn't help but smile, but he didn't reveal it, and changed the subject: "How long have you stayed here?"

"It's probably a quarter of an hour." The youth surnamed Fang thought for a while.

"So, after staying for so long, it seems that your strength is weaker than I thought." Ling Xian chuckled lightly.

"Am I weak?"

The young man surnamed Fang was unhappy, looked up and down Ling Xian, and suddenly showed a strange smile: "Yes, I am weak, and the weak can't be weak anymore."

When Ling Xian showed doubts on his face, he smiled contemptuously, and slowly uttered a word in that sarcasm.

"Ling Xian, I am indeed weak, but you are not much better. Tsk tsk, it's been more than an hour before you can walk here, you seem to be worse than me."

"It turns out that the first sentence was to highlight the mocking effect of the latter sentence." Ling Xian let out a laugh, without anger, he looked at the youth playfully, and said: "There was also someone mocking me like this at that time, and he regretted it later. , You must not regret it."

"What do you say?"

The young man surnamed Fang was confused and didn't understand what Ling Xian meant.

But in the next moment, he understood.

Because Ling Xian has taken a step.

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"I do it!"

The youth exploded with a swear word, staring dumbly at the figure in white after ten paces, his face was full of shock.

"Well, do you regret it?" Ling Xian smiled and waved at the youth.

"I regret it, I regret it." The young chicken nodded as if pecking rice, with a flattering smile on his face, almost turning into a flower.

For the great opportunity in the good fortune palace, he obviously doesn't plan to have a face anymore.

The young man surnamed Fang was all pleased, rubbed his hands, and said something that made Ling Xian stunned.

"Brother, my dear brother, you take me up together."

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