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To be precise, he couldn't feel the heat or cold.

Or, even the rules of hot and cold can no longer be revealed here, and it is an area beyond physical cognition.

"There aren't even other perfect rules here. Could it be that it's hard to show the perfect rules here?" Su Ping's eyes were serious, and he flew in slowly. Soon, he felt a strange force, pushing him away. The body, as if suddenly swimming into the sea, but did not feel the coldness of the sea water, just a feeling of being covered and squeezed.

Kaka!

Su Ping felt his bones cracking, as if they were about to shatter.

Just the oppression here made his body unbearable, and he felt like it would shatter at any moment.

Su Ping's face was ugly. If it goes on like this, it will be difficult for him to reach Xianhe.

Even if you can be resurrected again and again, it is meaningless if you die just after resurrection.

Su Ping took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and continued to move forward. Now is not the time to give up.

With his physical strength, he can hold on for at least ten seconds, which is enough for him to sprint extremely far.

Bang!

After flying thousands of meters, Su Ping's body finally couldn't support it and burst open.

But soon, Su Ping was resurrected on the spot again and continued to rush forward.

Burning golden flames all over his body, he turned into a larva of the Golden Crow. Among the red-golden feathers, there were strands of blood-colored feathers. On the neck and other places, they were not short and thin fluff, but golden dragon scales.

At this moment, Su Ping's body is no longer a pure Golden Crow God Demon Body, but a mutated Golden Crow Body that has been fused with the blood of Dragon and Phoenix God!

Roar!

Su Ping let out a roar, squeezed blood from his feathers, swayed golden blood in the void, sprinted thousands of meters, and burst again.

But soon, Su Ping came back to life again.

Whoosh!

Continuing to sprint forward, the severe pain all over his body made Su Ping grit his teeth, and his red-gold eyes were determined.

Successive sprints and deaths, and repeated resurrections, Su Ping finally dragged his scarred body to the highest point of the seventh heaven, and in front of him was the eighth heaven.

What frightened Su Ping was that the eighth heaven was actually black, extremely dark, like a night sky.

Can't see anything inside.

The azure blue seen in the seventh heaven did not seem to be a dome, otherwise it would be black because of the obstruction of the eighth heaven.

But Su Ping didn't see the darkness of the eighth heaven until thousands of meters away from the eighth heaven. Before that, the void was still blue. Su Ping couldn't explain such a scene, it should be caused by mysterious power.

From the dark eighth heaven in front of him, Su Ping instinctively felt fear, as if this was a dead area, where no living beings were allowed to go!

"It's all here, there is no reason to retreat!"

Su Ping gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and stepped into the eighth heaven.

As soon as he stepped in, Su Ping felt the trembling from the soul, which made the hairs all over his body stand on end, as if one foot had stepped into some kind of bloody water full of lifelessness. The strange cold feeling penetrated the body and reached directly deep in the soul.

The next moment, Su Ping felt that his body was rotting and his strength was disappearing.

"What power is this?"

Su Ping quickly cast out the small world, trying to resist, but the exposure of the triple small world was also quickly eroded in this darkness, only the erosion of the virtual world was slower, and Su Ping resisted it for seven or eight seconds.

But this is obviously not enough.

"Ok?"

Just when Su Ping was thinking about whether he should give up, a slightly surprised voice suddenly came from the front.

Immediately afterwards, Su Ping saw the darkness in front of him, which was suddenly pushed away, and a circular arc appeared. In the arc, an old man with white hair and beard sat impressively, wearing a green robe with patches on it.

At this moment, the old man looked at Su Ping in astonishment, and when he saw Su Ping's realm clearly, the astonishment in his eyes became even stronger, and he said in amazement, "A kid who hasn't even reached the fairyland?"

He felt inconceivable that he saw such a weird kid in the eighth heaven!

Not to mention the Heavenly Wonderland, even the Immortal King would be considered a very strong monster to come here.

"Little devil, how did you come here?"

the old man couldn't help asking.

Su Ping didn't expect to meet other people here. Judging by the appearance of this old man, he is probably a supreme being, or even stronger. He asked, "Who are you? Ask the elders of the Heavenly Sect?"

"Elder? I am the head teacher." The old man said angrily.

Immediately glanced at Su Ping's clothes, raised his eyebrows and said, "I actually asked the disciples of Tianjiao? Strange, why have I never heard of such a little guy, kid, tell me quickly, how did you come here?"

"Flying over, how else can it come?"

Su Ping replied, feeling a little speechless in his heart. He didn't expect the old man in front of him to be the head teacher. He looked shabby and wore a tattered patched robe. This is the leader of Wentian Sect?

"Stinky boy, why did you talk to me?" The old man reprimanded, if he wasn't too surprised, he would definitely give Su Ping a chestnut on the back of his head.

Su Ping gritted his teeth, and finally couldn't hold on. His body was on the verge of collapse and was about to burst.

Seeing Su Ping's painful appearance, the old man didn't blame him for contradicting himself. He stretched out his hand, and a ray of golden light flew out, covering Su Ping.

Su Ping suddenly felt that the crowding force around him disappeared, and he felt a warm feeling. He looked at the old man and said, "Why do you help me?"

"Nonsense, you are a disciple of I Wentianjiao, of course I can't watch you die in front of me."

The old man rolled his eyes, but he couldn't see the coercion and temperament of the big school's head teacher. He glanced at Su Ping sideways: "But you kid, if it wasn't for me, you would have died, just like you , how could you run here?"

"For the sake of saving me, I forgive you for calling me a kid. I have a name, and my name is Su Ping." Su Ping said angrily.

"Hey!"

When the old head heard something strange, he blew his beard and stared: "Forgive me? Believe it or not, I can blow you to ashes, without even a chance of reincarnation."

"I don't believe it." Su Ping answered very quickly.

The old man couldn't help choking, a little annoyed, he had never encountered such a strange kid in his life, and he was not afraid of death, could it be that there is something wrong with his brain?

"Forget it, I am too lazy to be as knowledgeable as you little brat. Since you are my disciple of the Heaven Sect, why are you here?" asked the old man.

"I want to go to the Nine Heavens to see Xianhe." Su Ping also asked, "What are you doing here?"

The veins on the old man's forehead were slightly protruding, and no one had ever treated him so casually before. He rolled his eyes and said, "Go to the Nine Heavens? Just you? Which peak do you worship under? I'd like to see who taught you this Brat."

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"I'm from Wangyue Peak." Su Ping said.

"Wangyue Peak? Hmph, it makes no sense to teach you such a disrespectful disciple. It seems that I have time to teach them well." The old man snorted coldly, looked at Su Ping carefully, and said, "Little devil, are you How did you come here, tell me honestly, otherwise this seat will immediately withdraw your protection."

"I've answered you before, I just flew here, otherwise how could I come here?"

"Fart!" The old man scolded angrily, "How could you fly over with your rudimentary skills!"

"I'm telling the truth, believe it or not."

Su Ping is also a bachelor, and he is not afraid of this old man at all. If he is outside, he will be afraid and say some good things, but in this cultivation world, he doesn't need to take anyone into consideration.

"Without my protection, you will die immediately, how can you fly?" the old man said angrily.

"It's not that you can't be resurrected after death." Su Ping replied confidently.

"??"

The old man was startled by these words, and was stunned on the spot.

It took two seconds for him to digest Su Ping's words, and he was a little stunned.

"What are you talking about? Resurrected from the dead? Listening to your tone, it seems to be a matter of course..." The old man felt that his three views had been impacted, and he was actually affected by a little ghost with little knowledge.

Su Ping asked: "What are you doing here, cultivation? Comprehension?"

The old man came back to his senses, and stared at Su Ping: "Can you really be resurrected?"

"Old man, there are back and forth in being a human being. I have answered your questions, but you haven't answered my words yet." Su Ping said angrily.

The corner of the old man's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he felt more and more that Wangyue Peak needed to be rectified.

In these years of retreat and cultivation, these guys under the sect have actually taught such disciples who do not respect the teacher and the way. If other mountains follow suit, then it’s okay?

"You don't understand what I'm going to do, how can you let people know easily, hum." The old man snorted coldly, squinting at Su Ping, his eyes flickering.

Seeing his eyes, Su Ping felt that he was considering whether to take away his power. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. If it were someone else, he might have taken back his power a long time ago to verify his words, but the old man was still thinking about whether to take it or not. Doing this, it can be seen that he is really worried that if it is not the case, he will really die.

"This old man..."

Su Ping's eyes flickered, and he put away a trace of cynicism, and said, "Senior, I want to go to Jiutian, can you go, or can you send me there?"

The old man frowned slightly and said, "Why are you going to Jiutian?"

"I want to explore Xianhe, find the source of immortal power, and understand the origin of immortal power." Su Ping said bluntly.

The old man was stunned, and couldn't help but looked at Su Ping in surprise. He was still guessing whether Su Ping was a strong man from another sect, deliberately pretending to be a disciple of his Wentianjiao, hiding his cultivation, so that he could not perceive it Otherwise, he would never believe that a kid with such a low realm could come here.

However, if he can hide his cultivation base so that he can't detect it, there is no need to explore the origin of immortal power in this state, or in other words, he can go to Xianhe by himself from any place, and there is no need to take such a risk in the sky above Wentianjiao. risk.

"Of course I can go, but why should I help you?" The old man asked back.

Su Ping said: "Didn't you say that, am I asking the disciples of Tianjiao? As the head teacher, who will you help me if you don't help me? If the seniors help today, the juniors will be grateful in the future and will remember the kindness of the seniors! "

"Ah!"

The old man sneered: "Who am I? I need you, a brat, to remember my kindness. What do you get in return? Just because of your meager skills?"

Su Ping was silent for a while, and said after a while: "Maybe the answer will be given in the future."

The old man raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and narrowed his eyes: "It's not impossible to help you, but I have to tell you that even with my help, you will be very dangerous in Nine Heavens and will die at any time. You are prepared Is it?"

Su Ping nodded: "As long as the seniors are willing to help, the rest of the juniors will bear it themselves."

"Okay, then try." The old man was also straightforward, and with a simple move, Su Ping was shrouded in golden light and flew towards him, entering the dark eighth heaven.

The golden light dispelled the surrounding darkness, revealing a void.

"Come with me."

The old man turned around and flew in front, and Su Ping, shrouded in golden light, was pulled by a force and followed closely behind.

The boundless darkness seemed to have no end, and the old man and Su Ping galloped in the darkness one after the other.

Su Ping thought of Mu Xuefeng's words, even if he was an immortal emperor, it would be risky to go to Xianhe. The old man in front of him is obviously an existence of immortal emperor level, or beyond the emperor level.

for a long time.

The darkness in front of him suddenly dissipated, and Su Ping saw a gorgeous time and space in front of the old man, with countless colors, and each color seemed to be the embodiment of a certain power.

"This is the Ninth Heaven." There was a trace of solemnity in the old man's voice, and his figure stepped into this beautiful space-time: "In the Ninth Heaven, there is no distance, no concept of time, and even ordinary things that you can understand There are no rules and powers here, and there is only one kind of power here..."

"What power?"

"Belongs to the power of 'Heaven'!"

The old man took a deep breath and said, "If you don't have enough strength, even if you fly a million meters here, you won't be able to leave, or even exit."

At this time, silver light was flowing all over his body, and the golden light covering Su Ping's body also turned into silver light, and the energy breath was exactly the same as that of the old man.

Pushing with his palm, his body seemed to become silvery, the flesh glowed, and a majestic and detached aura also diffused out, and his body seemed to become infinitely huge in an instant.

Su Ping felt that he suddenly became an ant under the old man's feet. To be precise, he was smaller than an ant.

"This……"

Su Ping watched with wide eyes. The strength displayed by the old man has exceeded his cognition and brought infinite shock.

The next moment, Su Ping saw his body being held by the giant hand stretched out by the old man, as if the whole sky surrounded him.

The beautiful colors around were all silvered, and Su Ping gradually couldn't see any colors clearly, leaving only a silver-white space. After a long time, the silver-white space disappeared, and Su Ping suddenly felt like breaking free from the water. , Every pore in the body is breathing heavily.

And what breathed into the body was actually extremely rich and pure immortal power!

With every breath, Su Ping could feel the soaring power in his body.

The silvery white in front of him disappeared, and Su Ping saw nine dragon-like long rivers stretching above his head. This picture was extremely shocking, and it was nine long rivers flowing with immortal power.

He could even see with his naked eyes the celestial power flowing in the long river. of the mortal world.

"Is this the source of Xianli?"

Su Ping turned his head and saw the old man not far away. At this moment, the old man was panting heavily and seemed to be quite weak, but the silver light on his body remained undiminished.