Ling tripod

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He rubbed his eyes again, looked across the River of Life and Death again, and even used the Sky Eye Technique to see.

There was indeed a person, step by step, heading deep into the withered mountain.

This...

Feng Xiaofeng's mind was buzzing for a while!

That was the withered mountain!

The area of ​​the withered mountain was withered and silent!

Every time the Jiannan Sect recruited disciples, it would emphasize that no one was allowed to step into the withered mountain.

Some people once entered the withered mountain with a fluke.

But in the end, all of them died of withered life, and they didn't even have time to escape.

It is rumored that over the years, only one cultivator in the late stage of hearing the Tao escaped after entering the withered mountain, and when he came out, his body had decayed.

The rest, whether they were in the Ascension stage, the Wanxiang stage, or the few old monsters in the early stage of hearing the Tao, tried to enter the withered mountain and died there.

Even the three high-ranking sword masters had never entered the Withered Mountain.

And now, seeing a person just walk into the Withered Mountain, Feng Xiaofeng's heart was in turmoil for a while.

Impossible, impossible, if he walks a few more steps, his body will decay and die. The path of cultivation is too difficult, what is the difference between my difficulty and the difficulty of entering this Withered Mountain?

As if to find a reason to give up, Feng Xiaofeng muttered to himself, his eyes focused on the figure across the River of Life and Death.

However...

Ten feet!

He has only walked ten feet, this is the end, he will definitely die!

This, why is he not dead!

Thirty feet!

Thirty feet, he must die, no one can walk into the Withered Mountain, no one can!

This, he...

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Hundred feet!

He is not dead yet, who is he!

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Thousand feet!

This...

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Three thousand feet!

Where did this old monster in the Wen Dao period come from? Even an old monster in the Wen Dao period cannot resist the Withered Mountain. This is impossible.

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Seven thousand feet!

Feng Xiaofeng slumped down on the ground, his eyes almost popped out, with an expression of disbelief in them!

Seven thousand feet, it is said that the old monster in the late stage of Wen Dao could not resist at the time of seven thousand feet.

Seven thousand one hundred feet, seven thousand two hundred feet...

Eight thousand feet!

"Who is this person? This is definitely not the strength of the late stage of Wen Dao. It must have surpassed the Wen Dao period. Could this be a Tongxuan period Venerable level of the heaven-defying old monster?"

Feng Xiaofeng's mind was buzzing, and he looked at this scene with an extremely unbelievable look in his eyes.

It happened that there was no one outside the Jiuhuan Mountains at this moment, and Chu Yan himself was isolated from the outside world, so no one could detect his breath. Only Feng Xiaofeng could detect it at this time.

"Impossible, even a Tongxuan period of the heaven-defying old monster can't enter the Dry Mountain. This is impossible. This matter is the same as my practice. If he can enter the Dry Mountain, I am afraid I will become the son of the sect!"

Feng Xiaofeng immediately spoke, secretly, but his eyes still fell on the figure.

Outside the withered mountain.

"This feeling, I gradually adapted to this pressure, my ancient demon body, seems to have matured a lot!"

Chu Yan's eyes were full of brilliance. This pressure was unbearable at first, but as time went by, he became more and more accustomed to it. Now he was walking faster and faster, and there was no more pressure.

"I want to see what wonders are on the top of this withered mountain!"

Chu Yan thought, and strode forward again.

Feng Xiaofeng on the other side of the River of Life and Death was completely numb. He knew that he was wrong, he was really wrong.

This person was simply a person who defied the heavens. Not only did his body not show any signs of decay, but his speed was even getting faster and faster.

Nine thousand feet!

Nine thousand one hundred feet!

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The shock and disbelief in Feng Xiaofeng's eyes gradually turned into reverence, into admiration, and finally into almost fanatical worship!

Ten thousand feet!

Under Feng Xiaofeng's extremely admiring eyes, Chu Yan walked into the ten thousand feet of desolate land outside the withered mountain and entered the withered mountain.

At this moment, Feng Xiaofeng's lost Dao heart instantly condensed, and at the same time it condensed, it became extremely strong, firmer than a rock, because at this moment, he had faith in his heart, and his faith was the mysterious predecessor who walked into this withered mountain.

Feng Xiaofeng had never had faith before. He felt that no matter who he believed in or worshipped, it was useless. Even if he worshipped the three masters of the sword, they could not help him practice.

At this moment, he changed!

This mysterious predecessor walked into the withered mountain, into the withered mountain that the Ascension Period, the Wanxiang Period, the Wendao Period, and even the three supreme sword masters of the Dao Realm could not enter.

All this told him that everything is possible!

This made Feng Xiaofeng's Dao heart reach an unprecedented solidification.

"Senior, thank you. From today on, I will no longer complain about the world. I can enter the withered mountain. What is the setback in my practice for Feng Xiaofeng!"

Feng Xiaofeng looked at the withered mountain with unprecedented enthusiasm in his eyes.

Feng Xiaofeng wiped off the dust on his body, and for the first time, he raised his chest and headed towards the ninth ring mountain range.

Even though I am a chores disciple today, I will continue to become stronger!

In the path of cultivation, the most important thing is the heart of Tao. Even if the aptitude is poor, as long as the heart of Tao is firm, it is possible to go against the will of heaven. For example, Chu Yan, whose spiritual roots were destroyed when he was young, never gave up in three years. Such a firm heart of Tao is simply impossible for ordinary people to have. Without this heart of Tao, Chu Yan would not have been able to get to where he is today.

Today, Chu Yan himself didn't know that he accidentally helped a young man who lost his Dao heart in cultivation.

Entering the Dry Mountain, Chu Yan has completely adapted to the pressure and climbed to the top of the mountain at a very fast speed.

Such a thing has never happened before. Even the three masters of the sword can't do it, because although they are strong, they are not one of the eight ancients. They can resist the years for a while, but they can't resist it all the time.

If there are people with ancient ancestral blood, they may be able to resist for a while, but they can't be as leisurely as Chu Yan!

Just because Chu Yan is an ancient demon!

Three hours later, Chu Yan finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

But the scene in front of him shocked Chu Yan!

"This..."

On the top of the mountain, there is a bluestone that is one foot square. At this moment, there is a fine crack in the middle of the bluestone. In the crack, a green plant less than an inch high sprouts out.

The whole Dry Mountain is lifeless.

This little green looks so abrupt in the Dry Mountain!

"This is..."