Chapter 28 Climb to the Top
At the end of the clouds, Yuntian stood in front of the door with his hands on his hands, not in a hurry to enter, and looked down. It broke through the air like substance and fell coldly on Jiang Chendi.
Each other's eyes seemed to be thunder and fire, and they did not retreat. Jiang Chen looked at him, but the distance between heaven and man made his fighting spirit burn more fiercely.
The light blue sword flashed away. Although there is only one sword. But the sword light has changed a lot, and every time the direction of change seems to split a space, resulting in infinite changes. Mingyang Zhenren roared, took his sword and stepped to the next level, standing calmly on the side of Yuntian.
In the crisp song of the bluebird, the second door slowly opened.
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There is no trace of two people, only one level away.
"It's too late." No face shrugged his shoulders. His face is relaxed, and there is no longer a trace of loss. Take it out, boy. Fortunately, I won't be killed."
"It's too early to admit defeat. It is certainly not easy for the last ladder to force Mingyang to produce a sword. Your old man and crying may not be able to break through smoothly. Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, stimulated his whole body's mana, and swept up crazily.
The essence flows endlessly. At this moment, Jiang Chen no longer makes any reservations, and the whole person reaches the realm of the open space. The magic gun roared and flew, and the eight elephants of divine consciousness shot out desperately, only attacking but not defending. Even if the shameless sand shield of the Ganges did not block the attack of the ladder, Jiang Chen did not dodge and leaned on his body to follow.
The distance from Xiao's crying flew closer, and Jiang Chen also added more than a dozen wounds.
"Crying!" When approaching him, Jiang Chen's violent drinking was full of dementor secrets, which made him stiff and couldn't help looking at Jiang Chen.
The two sides suddenly faced each other and stared at each other. Jiang Chen's eyes condensed his spirit and reflected the word "one" engraved on the book into the heart of the xiao crying.
In the mysterious word "one", he is now concocted by Jiang Chen and lost his mind.
The monster entangled with him immediately entered, poked out his hairy giant arm, grabbed the crying shoulders, raised his head, and threw him out of the ladder fiercely.
Jiang Chen did not look back, stepped on the strange rhythm, erratic, flashed thousands of army-like attacks on the ladder again and again, and picked up the steps. Dozens of steps are completed in one go, relying only on a mouthful of essence circulating in the abdomen. It seems to be extremely relaxed, but in fact, it has exhausted the mana of the whole body.
Trying to go to another level, Jiang Chen's chest beat violently, his heart was exhausted, his feet were soft, and he couldn't help leaning back. At the same time, the divine consciousness burst into brilliant brilliance, and the new power flowed endlessly to the bones.
"Bang", several shields of Ganges sand crossed the right side of Jiang Chen, sealing a bunch of white light from the oblique shooting. Wu Yan held him and gasped: "Hist on, you will be the fourth person to enter the door."
Jiang Chen looked at him silently, faceless and sweating, and his body shook as if he would fall down at any time. Even so, his hand still held him firmly, as firm as a rock.
"Go on, you can definitely do it." With a lazy smile on the corners of his mouth, he sat down softly: "I can't do it anymore, I don't even have the strength to pick up girls. Please, don't look at me with such sad eyes. For me, climbing the ladder is just for fun.
Jiang Chen's eyes were sore, grabbed him with his back, and his tone was stiff and unquestionable: "Don't plan to be lazy. I also need your Ganges sand shield as a shield."
"You boy. The sound trembled slightly, "Let me go. Now is not the time to be hot."
Jiang Chen didn't say a word, and rushed up with all his strength, and the ferocious figures of the monsters fell down one after another.
"Why bring a burden?" Wu Yan suddenly tightened Jiang Chen's shoulder. He roared, "If you want to climb up, you have to learn to abandon it!" Abandon relatives and friends! You are the interests exchanged by others, and others are also the interests you exchange. Don't you understand yet?" A tear slipped quietly from the corners of his eyes, and he looked miserable. When I was very young, I understood.
Jiang Chen's heart trembled, as if he heard the beautiful teenager playing that day. In the beautiful music of spring, there was a trace of loneliness and loneliness that could not be hidden.
Is it also a person, struggling? He is inside the high wall, and Jiang Chen is outside the high wall. He chose to retreat, and Jiang Chen chose to enter.
"Since it is a burden. Just shut up." Jiang Chen's body flashed, and the magic gun stabbed a series of delicate and subtle tracks in front of him, opening dozens of monsters. The shooting method changed again, opened up, destroyed and pulled away, and cooperated with the powerful and fierce "bombing" and "cracking" formulas to bring Jiang Chen and Wuhen closer to three steps.
"His grandma's. You idiot, you won't have a chance if you go on like this. He cursed shamelessly, but laughed, and the laughter seemed to be a little choked.
"We will all have a chance." Jiang Chen jumped high, like a fireworks shot. Rushing to no trace, the magic gun sprayed out. At the same time, his lips recited thousands of spells, and thousands of crystals radiated, entangling the monsters coming from all directions.
Shamelessly shouted, "You even want to plot with my old man! Be careful not to steal chickens and eat rice.
Yellow sand covers the sky, and the sand flowers bloom slowly in the field of vision. Wuhen is like having eyes on his back, which accurately stopped Jiang Chen's sneak attack.
The petals of the sand flower bloom, and the dense sand grains wrap around the magic gun, dragging the magic gun into the big sucking mouth*. Jiang Chenli shouted. The magic gun swirled like a windmill, shaking off layers of sand and pulling out.
The sand flower suddenly disappeared, and the magic gun was sent back without warning, which caught Jiang Chen off guard and was almost hit by the gun rod. At the next moment, the sand flower appeared ghostly, and the petals rolled outward, and the soft sand particles burst out an indestructible tough force, shaking Jiang Chen out.
"Bbang". The sand shield of the Ganges stopped behind Jiang Chen in time and snorted facelessly. Jiang Chen's body shook slightly, straightened his waist in a 'dance' posture, rushed forward like a bow, barely stabilized his body, and could fall on the edge of a new step. The twinkling spell shot out and tied a monster crawling out of the colorful cocoon.
Jiang Chen secretly shouted for luck in his heart. If it hadn't been for the shameless action, he would have fallen off the ladder. I didn't expect Wuhen to be so powerful. Jiang Chen was frustrated just by the clever change of the sand flower.
"You'd better use your brain less." Wuyan gasped, "The old man's use of spell skills has reached the peak. You can't plot against him."
Jiang Chen stared at Wumu. His front was a dark whirlpool, slowly rotating. Traceless, he looked directly at the whirlpool like a great enemy and never looked back at Jiang Chen.
After a little meditation, I simply stood on the ladder, and thousands of curses were densely covered with a bright net, blocking the four directions. The gun pointed tracelessly, and I waited patiently like a predator
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He clearly felt the murderous spirit like a thorn in the back, and uneasily turned his body, trying to dispel Jiang Chen's rising momentum.
The situation temporarily fell into a stalemate, and he did not dare to act recklessly. Jiang Chen stood on the next step and did not dare to rush up easily. The black vortex, traceless and Jiang Chen formed a subtle three-way containment.
Mingyang looked at Jiang Chen and others with great interest. Yuntian's face was as heavy as water, and his eyes inadvertently passed between him and Traceless, bursting out a cold light. It seems that none of them will enter the door until he and Wuhen distinguish the results.
A dense roar suddenly sounded in his ear. Before Jiang Chen could react, the sand grains were like scattered flowers, rising down one after another, surrounded by countless sand waterfalls, covering the traces in front of him.
Wu Trace took action against Jiang Chen! Before rushing to the stairs, he has to solve Jiang Chen's trouble.
Almost at the same time, the magic gun turned into a gorgeous red flame and shot into a traceless position. Jiang Chen punched out, stopped the sand waterfall that swept down, and tried his best to rush up the stairs.
The magic gun was shot in the air, and the moment it was shot, it quietly changed its orientation. On the ladder, the sand shadow disappeared without a trace. The worst thing is that Jiang Chen, who has just climbed the new ladder, has to face the rotating black vortex.
A sand flower bloomed on the side of Jiang Chen, spitting out the trace of sitting cross-legged. The latter's eyes were colorful and said softly, "Mr. Jiang, let's go." He pointed to Jiang Chen, and a wisp of drifting sand turned into a chaotic sword shadow, shooting straight into his chest.
"The soul sword robs the gray sword?" Wang Shu seemed to be stunned.
"The soul sword robs the gray sword?" Yuntian and Mingyang looked at each other and both showed surprise.
In an instant. The surrounding air turned into a gray-white airflow, moving randomly, like a series of explosions of thunder in the dense clouds. Jiang Chen's chest was painful, and the shadow of the sword had not yet approached. The skin of the demon's body had been punctured and blood spewed out wildly.
Jiang Chen was stunned. This kind of devastated sword spirit is simply unheard of.
"The soul sword robs the gray sword! Son of a bitch, run away!" Faceless and trembling voice, he desperately sacrificed several shields of the Ganges sand. The gray sword melted in the sand like water and sank into the shield. Then, the image of the sword twisted the poisonous snake came out.
"Why don't you jump off the ladder!" Wu Yan shouted.
Jiang Chen is hesitant. As long as he retreats, he can jump off the ladder. Avoid the pursuit of the gray sword. But how can he be willing? If you take the gray sword hard, you can't escape the result of being shaken out of the ladder under the fierce sword spirit of the other party.
At this time, Yuntian seemed to take a step inadvertently. Jiang Chen's face changed greatly, and the invisible momentum came silently from the rear, undulating, as if Yuntian was standing there proudly. Jiang Chen's only way out was blocked.
There is a traceless gray sword in front, and there is Yuntian's aura. The two masters attack, and Jiang Chen has no way to escape.
Jiang Chen's heart suddenly sank. The house leaked and rained all night, and he just wanted to force him down the ladder. Yuntian hid his evil heart and wanted to use no trace to destroy Jiang Chen. After that, the crime of killing the distinguished guests of Lianhua Club can also be blamed on the other party, forcing Yunfu Island to dispose of it without trace. It is the poisonous trick of killing people with a knife and killing two birds with one stone.
"Dingdong", Mingyang real people seem to smile, gently dial the pipa. The quiet music is like a drop of nectar dripping down the lake, ripples in Yuntian's aura. A weak breakpoint suddenly appeared in the continuous aura field.
"Escape!" Wu Yan shouted anxiously that this was undoubtedly Jiang Chen's last chance to escape.
The thoughts in my mind turn around in an instant. With a horizontal heart, Jiang Chen did not retreat, faced the gray sword, forced himself to one side, and rushed to the black whirlpool.
Break the kettle and sink the boat, in this move! Instead of escaping, it is better to take this opportunity to break through and climb to the top of the ladder without trace.
A trace of surprise flashed in Wumu's eyes, but he didn't expect Jiang Chen to sacrifice his life to risk. The gray sword passed through his shoulder, and the flesh and blood nearby suddenly broke into gray dust. Scattered by the wind.
Jiang Chen shouted in pain and rushed close to the whirlpool. It was like a deep black hole that kept spinning, devouring all the light nearby, and the darkness in the field of vision spread out little by little. Jiang Chen clearly felt that a wisp of cold breath was protrude from the depths of the whirlpool, like a waking monster, crawling out of the nest with a strange degree.
Jiang Chen was so horrified that he could not be sure whether this wisp of breath was fast or slow. It seemed that it had become more and more. Time shattered at this moment and seemed to be completely non-existent. For a while, Jiang Chen lost his advance and retreat and was in a dilemma.
The spirit of robbing the gray sword came from behind, and his head was excited by the sword spirit and flew forward and broke one after another.
"Henghe Sand Shield--" He shouted fiercely, and his lips squirmed silently, as if he were meditating the word "soulization". He leaned up and sprayed blood on the shield. The sand shields of the Ganges River glowed dazzlingly. In an instant, the shield broke into fine sand and disappeared, but the air left colorful patterns, distorted and changed, and fluctuated like ripples.
The gray sword seems to have encountered great resistance and crawled hard in the pattern, as slow as a snail. With a bang, the brilliant pattern recondensed into several shields of Ganges sand and firmly clamped the gray sword.
"Bad boy, how dare you keep such a move!" Jiang Chen praised, but could not hear the faceless answer. His head was soft on Jiang Chen's shoulder and fainted.
"Soulization?" Wang Shu shouted in shock, "How can this be? Except for the spirits with ancient blood, no human or monster can transform the soul sword! Who the hell is he?"
Jiang Chen was slightly stunned. The current critical situation could not allow me to think too much and rushed into the whirlpool like lightning.
The eyes suddenly darkened, and the surroundings were dead and empty, as if any signs of life had disappeared in the whirlpool. Jiang Chen couldn't feel his heartbeat, the action of the rush, or even his own existence.
A wisp of cold breath from far to near.
Concerated and quiet, the spirit ran through Jiang Chen's whole body, and he punched softly, as if it were fast and slow: "heng!"
In the flash, the fist and the cold breath have clashed thousands of times. In a short moment, it is as long as the ancient century. However, Jiang Chen gave birth to the strange illusion that the two sides did not touch, as if they were two travelers walking in the intersecting time, looking at each other far away from the shore.
With a "da" sound, the whirlpool rotated backwards, kept shrinking, and finally turned into a black spot and spit out Jiang Chen.
Before he understood, Jiang Chen was already standing on the highest floor of the ladder.
The vines surrounding the door turn into green birds singing and flying, and the two doors open at the same time. Jiang Chen rushed into one of them without hesitation, shook his shoulder, and sent the faceless face to another door.
In the door, there are birds singing pines, lying on white stones, butterflies playing brocade flowers, and falling leaves falling water. It is like an antique and quiet courtyard, forming two very different worlds from outside the door. When I came back, the ladder disappeared. Where did the door come from?
Yuntian, Mingyang Zhenren and Wuyan appeared in the courtyard one after another.
"Oh, it hurts!" Wu Yan covered his buttocks, opened his eyes, and looked blank: "What did you give birth to? Boy, are you all right? Don't tell me that I have entered Huangquan Road.
"This is the outer courtyard of the Bodhiyuan. You have successfully climbed to the top and entered the Pengmen." Mingyang's real face showed a complicated look.
Faceless and stunned, Jiang Chen picked him up, and a warmth of suffering surged up in his heart: "We did it."
Wu Yan pointed to Jiang Chen and laughed, and then shouted with a sad face, "It's over. My old man will definitely settle accounts with me afterwards."
Jiang Chen half-joking and half-seriously said, "Let's just follow me in the future, and our brothers will work together." Hearing this, Yuntian and Mingyang Zhenren's expressions seemed unnatural.
For a moment, he silently refused, "I'm used to being lazy. I only ask about freedom and have no intention of fighting."
Jiang Chen sneered: "You think you take a step back, but how do you know that there is not a cliff behind you?"
Wuyan just shook his head with a wry smile: "So you're not me, and I'm not you."
Jiang Chen said helplessly, "Didn't you also climb the ladder?"
Mingyang's real person glanced at Yuntian and said lightly, "Speaking of which, Brother Jiang also wants to thank the demon lord. If it hadn't been for his help, how could you have the courage to fight back?"
Yun Tianmu stood: "The pipa played by the head of Mingyang is more wonderful."
Jiang Chen knows it. Mingyang Zhenren broke the weather field with a pipa sound, and it was by no means a kind heart to help Jiang Chen. Once he escapes, he will inevitably leave a shadow of frustration in his heart, which will affect the entry of Taoism. Fortunately, after giving birth. It is no longer difficult to be a peerless master like Mingyang. In addition, leaving Jiang Chen's life can not only threaten Yuntian, but also deceive all the secrets about the fox demon from his mouth. The calculation is very good.
Faceless, he looked around and said strangely, "Since it is Bodhi's outer court, why can't anyone see it?"
The courtyard is empty. The birds are singing and the fragrance of flowers, and Jiang Chen's spiritual veins faintly sensed many subtle fluctuations. Looking at the secret Taoism of mirror pupils, his vision was clear and clear, as if he had been forbidden by a deep spell, blocking his peeping.
Mingyang Zhenren smiled and said, "Your Bodhi deans are already here."
Yuntian's long sleeves brushed, his voice was like a tide, and he said lightly, "Come out!" Under the huge momentum sweeping, the whole courtyard seemed to be unveiled with a layer of fog. Shadows emerged. Next to the green ancient pine, the simple old man with a crane's child's face is playing chess; on the white stone, the dusty Taoist sits cross-legged and swallowing dewdrops; the butterfly flying and playing among the flowers has become a woman with wide sleeves in the palace; the cicada bird singing on the branches turned out to be a child who recites books, and his red and delicate face is full of strange vicissitudes. The elders are leisurely and complarant. Each has its own line and completely ignores them.
Jiang Chen sighed, which is the gap between "the middle of returning to the ruins" and "the peak of returning to the ruins". No matter how mysterious the spells of the Bodhi Academy are, they can't escape the perception of Yuntian and Mingyang.
"Congratulations on the four of the world's leaders on climbing the ladder and visiting the Bodhi Academy. The concubine is a huangqi. The chief deacon of the Bodhi Academy. On the sycamore platform of the courtyard, a vague woman appeared. She was dressed in sackcloth, her figure was fair, elegant, and her snow-white length fell to her ankles. No matter how much you look at her, you only have a vague outline.