Cannon Fodder Growth Diary [Comprehensive Wear]

Medicine for you. "

"Eating it is useless. You see, I have been taking it for four years, but I have only practiced the fifth level of Qi. Now that the erysipelas has accumulated in my body, those elixirs are not very effective. It is useless."

A strong sense of hopelessness pervades the two of them, and both of them know that this is not a joke, but a cruel reality.

A monk competes with the heavens, and the spiritual root is almost the most important thing. It determines how far you can go in the early stage of cultivation.

Maybe the Nascent Soul Stage spirit can get rid of the state of relying on the spirit root when the spirit and the god are in harmony, but who can cultivate to the Nascent Soul Stage? Everyone knows that not everyone can have this fate.

"Amo...Maybe, you also have great luck."

Chen Chen laughed, "Ah Gap, don't comfort me anymore, I know my own affairs... I think, go and join the Demon Sect."

"Demon Gate?" Time Slot was taken aback.

"Yes, although the foundation of the Momen technique is unstable and prone to demons, it is recognized that it is fast. Moreover, only by lurking inside can we know the news of Mo Baiyue more clearly, isn't it?"

"But you are already a cultivator."

"I once found a book in the corner of the library, which can build the magic vein at the cost of destroying the celestial root."

The corners of Chen Chen's mouth twitched, looking at the person in front of him who grew up with him, he suddenly felt strange.

Maybe, Schimmer just grew up.

He watched this familiar young man slump to the ground, his face was full of pain, and sweat rolled down his forehead, but he couldn't help him.

Chen Chen used all his strength to bind the scurrying aura, and bit by bit the magic pulses of his body were opened, strengthened, recast, and the pain of being crushed and then bonded came in waves. He almost thought that he would die in the next second. I couldn't get through it, but I got through it again.

At this step, no one can help him.

It wasn't until another day passed that Chen Chen calmed down.

"One last thing to ask of you, send me to Mo Baiyue's Heavenly Demon Gate."

Shi Slot nodded, both of them knew it was different.

Their lives will go in different directions from then on.

And the future is still unknown.

66. Immortal Cultivation World 2

Shi Xia placed Chen Chen outside Linyuan City near Tianmo Gate, and the two said to each other how precious they were, and Shi Xia left with the flying sword in hand.

Chen Chen didn't turn around until the silver traces disappeared into the sky, looked at the big word "Linyuan" in front of him, handed a low-level spirit stone to the gatekeeper, and walked in.

There are two ways to enter the Heavenly Demon Gate, one is to participate in the five-year opening ceremony of the Heavenly Demon Gate, and the other, the destination is Linyuan City.

Linyuan City is located at the foot of Qinghuang Mountain, while Tianmomen is on the top of Qinghuang Mountain. Cultivation level, those who can climb to the top of the mountain with only their own strength, the entry is a direct disciple.

Many people have been tempted, but the pile of bones piled up at the foot of the mountain tells everyone that this test is not easy to pass, if you dare to take a shortcut, you must be prepared to fall to your death, this is not a fairy gate, no one Will catch you when you fall.

Now, Chen Chen came to accept this test. This was the only way he could think of to get closer to Mo Baiyue the fastest.

He explained the reason to the guard at the Tianmo Gate station in Linyuan City, looked at the other side's surprised eyes, and stood calmly.

This test has been going on for more than a thousand years, and only Mo Baiyue, the current Supreme Demon Dao, has succeeded, and Mo Baiyue's success has brought about an unprecedented crazy effect. More people came to participate in the test, and more people died up.

It took more than fifty years for people to wake up from this madness, and the price was another layer of bones under Qinghuang Mountain.

Now, more than three hundred years have passed, except for the one who died ten years ago, has anyone come to die?

The guard's eyes were full of pity, Chen Chen ignored the guard's gaze, and was quickly led in by a disciple of the Demon Sect.

Sitting there, a man dressed in a black robe with no visible cultivation level frowned when he saw Chen Chen, and grabbed his wrist casually.

"Not cultivated?"

"Yes."

Then the man threw Chen Chen's wrist aside with little interest, "The bone age is 19 years old, take it with you, and send a message to the main peak."

Then he turned and left. A disciple in gray gave Chen Chen an angry look, "Let's go." Then he muttered softly, "Another one sent to die."

Chen Chen ignored it. He didn't know when this disciple would die, but he would definitely not die.

The strong wind blew by the foot of Qinghuang Mountain, making Chen Chen's clothes rattle. Looking at the towering mountain wall in front of him, Chen Chen finally understood why so many people hated being here. I heard that fantasy is never as good as the real impact The large size, coupled with the whiteness of the bones that have not been cleaned up for a long time, is enough to make the timid cry out in fright.

That disciple just pushed him to the mountain wall, and then sat in meditation in the distance, not afraid of Chen Chen cheating at all, that's right, he's just a mortal, and Qinghuang Mountain has been banned here, and all talismans and magic tools cannot be used , the guardian disciple is still very relieved.

Holding onto the rock with his hands and feet, Chen Chen finally moved towards the thousand-foot mountain.

More than ten feet, the wind is cold to the bone.

More than fifty feet, the clothes are all torn.

For more than a hundred feet, his hands and feet became stiff, and his exhalation turned white.

More than three hundred feet long, it seems that the body is no longer his own.

After more than five hundred feet, unable to hold on any longer, Chen Chen lay in a depression panting for breath. Chen Chen looked up at the still high mountain top, and finally decided to use the only strength he had.

The spiritual energy in the magic vein was mobilized little by little. Although it had been forged, there was still spiritual energy stationed here to warm and nourish the fragile magic vein. Now, in order to achieve the goal quickly and effectively, Chen Chen didn't care about the inconvenience of doing so. He will lose some potential. His shell is already 17 years old. There are many geniuses at this age who build foundations. If he waits another five years, it will be too late.

The spiritual power warmed his hands and feet little by little, and Chen Chen stopped mobilizing the spiritual power after taking a breath, leaving only the spiritual power that had been drawn out before to warm his body that was about to become stiff.

Climb up again, this time only more than seventy feet, and you have to mobilize your spiritual power again.

Then it was fifty feet, forty feet, twenty feet, ten feet, until the spiritual power circulated endlessly in the body, and at this time there was still more than one hundred feet away from the top of the mountain.

Looking at the last hundred feet, Chen Chen cheered up. Although his hands and feet were already sore and limp, he must not give up at this moment. Giving up here is equivalent to giving up his life.

I tried my best to climb up, but when there were still more than fifty feet left, the most worrying thing finally happened at this moment.

There is no spiritual energy in the magic vein.

When he tried hard to absorb it but couldn't extract any more, Chen Chen's face turned ugly. The wind and snow quickly scraped through the thin clothes, and his limbs began to show signs of stiffness.

Chen Chen moved his hands and feet quickly, but at this time the mountain wall was already very slippery, and he couldn't move quickly at all, so he could only continue to climb at the speed of a tortoise.

One foot, two feet... ten feet, twenty feet, hands and feet are already numb, eyebrows and hair have already been stained with frost.

At forty feet, Chen Chen looked at the target in front of him, his sanity was almost blurred, double images appeared in the snow-covered mud in front of his eyes, and only himself was left in the sky, and now, it seemed that he was almost gone.

The heart stopped beating slowly, as if something screamed in his mind, the host died?What is that... obliteration, no!Don't kill it!

As if awakened suddenly, Chen Chen finally broke free from the quagmire of death.

Seeing that there is only a little bit of the road left now, my heart is cold.

Almost died.

Just a little.

The heart beat again, Chen Chen didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly climbed up regardless of his creaking limbs.

If the stiff arm can no longer bear this force and breaks, then use the elbow; if the calf can no longer feel it, then use the knee.

When he finally climbed to the peak that countless people have looked at for thousands of years, Chen Chen heaved a sigh of relief for the rest of his life.

Who would have thought that this so-called climbing test would actually carry a confusion formation?

There was only one disciple on the top of the mountain looking at him with wide eyes. He wanted to smile, but the stiff corners of his mouth made him unable to make such an expression.

He just heard the disciple yelling in panic, "Someone has passed the hell test!", and passed out.

The consciousness gradually became clearer, and the pain gradually became clearer. His whole body was clamoring and protesting. Chen Chen's eyelids moved, and finally opened his eyes.

The situation in front of me was somewhat unexpected.

The cyan gauze, the bamboo bed and chairs, and the fine white porcelain placed on the light yellow table look extraordinarily elegant. On the bookshelf beside it, white jade slips are displayed on it, and there are occasional paper books. Scattered obliquely on the bookshelf, as if he could still smell the fragrance of ink, if he didn't know that he was in the Heavenly Demon Sect, he would have thought he was in some scholar's room.

Wisps of heat were still emitting from the tea bowl. Chen Chen smelled the scent of tea, and the pain in his whole body seemed to have eased a lot.

A white jade-like hand opened the bamboo curtain, Chen Chen looked towards the door, and suddenly knew why there was a word called Pengpi Shenghui.

Dark eyes like dots of ink, straight nose, fine powder lips, as pale as his complexion, dressed in white, with a bamboo fan around his waist, he looks like a scholar, but with a strong temperament all over his body , but it can only make people admire in their hearts, and they can't afford the slightest thought that this person is very weak.

Mo Baiyue.

Chen Chen confirmed the identity of this person almost instantly.

It is rumored that Mo Baiyue was originally an incomparable talent, and if there were no accidents, he would definitely go straight to Qingyun in the future, but it is a pity that the sky fell