Chapter 92

The stone-stairs road spreads upwards, like an endless ladder, as if it will never end. "i more and more complete"

Countless cultivators were sweating like rain, panting, and under enormous pressure, they struggled to move forward on the stone steps. Every time you take a step, you seem to have used up all your strength. Every time you take a step, you have to stay for a long time before you can continue to walk.

It has been more than an hour since the Light of Induction was pulled into this strange world. Some monks who do not have enough strength have already been sent back to the outside world by the Palace of Fortune. There were only about 5,000 people left in the large army of tens of thousands of people.

And this number is still decreasing.

Every few minutes, there are people who are out of strength and are shaken by the huge pressure of the stone steps, and then sent back to the outside world by the Palace of Fortune.

At this moment, many cultivators were panting and struggling to move forward under enormous pressure. Most people stayed at about 500th order, and only a small number of powerful monks reached the 1000th order.

It can be seen how difficult the assessment of the Fortune Palace is.

This is also normal. After all, although there are many opportunities in the Fortune Palace, they can't hold back countless monks. Therefore, the Fortune Palace can only set up difficulties and eliminate those monks who are not strong enough.

"Huh... My God, this is too difficult to go, I feel like I can't hold it anymore."

"Yeah, I'm about to die. It's only more than 500 steps, and I don't know how many are left."

"Hey, it seems that this Fortune Palace has no relationship with me."

"Damn, the great creation of heaven is so close, but I don't have the ability to take it. I'm really unwilling."

"If you want to blame it, the assessment of the Fortune Palace is too difficult. This is simply not done by people!"

About five hundred steps of the stone steps road, more than a dozen monks stood on the same step, while breathing heavily, while complaining that the assessment of the Fortune Palace was too difficult.

However, just when these people were barely supporting, a figure in white walked past them, as if strolling in the courtyard, it was simply outrageous.

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

This scene shocked 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! Really alone!"

"It's impossible! How could someone walk so easily? I must be dazzled!"

"that is,

Even if he rested for a long time below, it is impossible to ignore the pressure! "

"Hey, don't deceive yourself, I see it very clearly, that is clearly a cultivator, and he is young, he should be an outstanding successor of a certain force."

"I'm going, this is too perverted, there is no pause at all, as if there is no resistance at all!"

More than a dozen cultivators exclaimed one after another, looking at Ling Xian's disappearing direction in horror, with incredible expressions on their faces.

You must know that several of them are also monks in the Foundation Establishment period, but each step is extremely difficult, and it is already a great luck to be able to get here.

However, Ling Xian is relaxed and freehand, with a light cloud and wind, and sees the pressure as nothing!

How can this not shock a few people?

Similar things happened to many monks ahead.

When those monks stayed on the stone steps and had difficulty walking, they all saw the white-clothed man walking by, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Then, everyone was shocked.

Words of disbelief filled every step of the stone road.

"My God, who is this person? He's so tyrannical!"

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

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

"Hey, it's true that people are more dead than others. Compared with this person, I suddenly feel inferior."

"No? Me too. I feel like I've lived in vain for so many years."

The monks on the stone steps were shocked.

How powerful does it take to do this?

You must know that the first order of the stone road is more stressful than the first order. If the pressure of the first order must be a big mountain, then every time you go up, a big mountain will be added.

You can imagine how much pressure that must be!

However, Ling Xian never stopped. Whether it was the first rank or the thousandth rank, he didn't seem to feel the pressure.

The lightly floating white clothes and the relaxed and freehand demeanor have become a special landscape on the stone steps.

Every cultivator who saw Ling Xian had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

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

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

"boom!"

The invisible pressure suddenly came, like the eternal Tianshan overwhelmed, making Ling Xian frown slightly, and said: "It seems that the thousandth order is a watershed, no wonder there is no one else here except me."

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

Therefore, except for him, there are no other monks here.

Right now, Ling Xian encountered the first difficulty.

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

"Hmph, how 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 bang, and the entire stone road shook suddenly!

Immediately, the pressure in the sky dissipated invisible, Ling Xian took a step lightly and came to the thousandth and first order.

Immediately afterwards, the pressure hit again, more violent and more pressing than before!

Unfortunately, this pressure was not enough for Ling Xian. With just a flick of his shoulders, he blasted away the pressure like a mountain, and then walked towards the endless stairs above.

Such a relaxed and freehand attitude is enough to make all the monks here feel ashamed.

In this way, Ling Xian took a step forward gently, as if walking on the main road of Pingchuan, and in a blink of an eye, he had reached the fifteen hundredth order.

"Hey...there's someone here."

Ling Xian let out a light yawn and took three steps in succession to reach the top of this person. Then he slowly turned around and looked at the young man below, he couldn't help but hesitate, and hesitantly said, "Friend Daoist, I think you look familiar."

The young man was stunned for a while, but when he saw that it was Ling Xian, he shivered with fright. In an instant, he lost his mind, and the huge pressure instantly shook him out.

"I did it! Ling Xian, you pervert! You severely injured me that day, and today you ruined my chances!"

When the young man was in the air, he felt his feet off the ground, and suddenly burst out a foul language, his voice was full of grief and anger.

Fortunately, Ling Xian's hand was so weak that he stretched out his hand in an instant, pulled the person back, and then dragged him directly to the stairs where he was.

"Fortunately, fortunately." The young man was still in shock, and hurriedly patted his chest with his hands, as if to suppress his heart palpitations.

Ling Xian smiled lightly, looked at the young man in front of him, and said with a smile, "I remembered, you were the first person I suppressed that day, right your surname is Fang."

"It's me. I didn't expect to be in a group with you. I've been in a blood mold for eight lifetimes." The young man surnamed Fang muttered. He was the first person who shot Ling Xian that day.

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

"You are wrong. If I hadn't helped you just now, you would have missed the Fortune Palace." Ling Xian smiled playfully, but unexpectedly, it was such a coincidence that he was assigned to a group with this person.

"If it wasn't for your sudden appearance, I wouldn't have lost my mind. Speaking of which, 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 bit unnatural.

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

Ling Xian raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "As soon as I appeared, you lost your mind, and you were so afraid of me?"

"Afraid of you?"

The young man surnamed Fang curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I admit that you are stronger than me, but it is not enough to make me fear."

However, despite his words, his eyes were erratic, showing that he was very guilty and did not speak sincere.

Ling Xian discovered this, and couldn't help showing a smile, but he didn't reveal it, and changed the subject: "How long have you been here?"

"It's about a quarter of an hour." The young man surnamed Fang thought for a while.

"So that's the case. After staying for so long, it seems that your strength is weaker than I thought." Ling Xian chuckled lightly.

"I'm weak?"

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

And when Ling Xian looked puzzled, he smiled contemptuously, and slowly spit out a sentence in that sarcastic tone.

"Ling Xian, I'm really weak, but you can't get any better. Tsk tsk, it's been over an hour before you can get here. You seem to be worse than me."

"It turns out that the previous sentence was to highlight the mocking effect of the latter sentence." Ling Xian laughed, but did not get angry, he looked at the young man playfully, and said, "There was also a person who mocked me like that, and he regretted it later. Don't regret it."

"how do I say this?"

The young man surnamed Fang was confused and did not understand the meaning of Ling Xian's words.

But the next moment, he understood.

Because Ling Xian took a step forward.

It is still so relaxed and freehand, the clouds are light and the wind is light, just like walking in my own back garden, it is simply outrageous.

"I do!"

The young man uttered a foul language and stared at the figure in white who had finished ten steps away, his face full of shock.

"How, do you regret it?" Ling Xian smiled and waved at the young man.

"I regret it, I regret it." The young chicken nodded again and again as if pecking at the rice, with a flattering smile on his face, which almost turned into a flower.

For the great opportunity in the Fortune Palace, he obviously didn't intend to be embarrassed.

The young man surnamed Fang was full of ingratiating expressions, rubbed his hands, and said something that made Ling Xian stunned.

"Brother, dear brother, take me up with you."

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