I trained my sister to the eighth level of boxing

Chapter 1622 The journey completed with great efforts

Moving trees and moving dead people to move alive, Lu Ziqing finally came to the conclusion that just waiting to die here would definitely not work. Once he truly dies, he will become a dead tree and stay with those hateful sword fairies forever.

I must get more opportunities and I must move!

The sword energy weakly senses the surrounding area through the withered petals. Normally, it may be able to sense an area of ​​hundreds of feet. Even earthworms underground and mosquitoes and flies hundreds of feet away cannot escape, but now it can only sense an inch beyond the petals.

As expected, he was lying on the ground. This inch of sensing could only tell Lu Ziqing so much. Lu Ziqing spent a lot of effort to make the petals curl up and squirm like a snail. But this power is not enough to move his body. It is good that the petals are not broken.

Despair, complete despair again, and once again tell myself that hope is something as precious to human beings as diamonds, and then despair again.

Gradually, Lu Ziqing no longer thinks about what is there and what is not.

I only own this small piece of withered petal, and before it completely shatters, it is the entire world I own. Too much emotion is luxurious and thoughts are useless. Lu Ziqing began to become very pure. It's nothing more than turning into a dead tree. It's already a luxury to be able to maintain self-awareness.

Lu Ziqing began to work hard to warm the withered petals, making them as soft as the flowers on the branches. It is not easy to do this. Lu Ziqing has to give 80% of all his spiritual energy to this withered petal, because when the spiritual energy reaches the fingertips, only one thousandth is left.

I felt the coldness from my fingertips, felt the rain, felt like I had been stepped on by insects and bitten.

Lu Ziqing was not afraid, just happy. The feeling was so clear. The ant wanted this petal, but he flicked it away with one finger. Then the ants brought bigger ants, and Lu Ziqing pressed the petals under his fingers, trying not to be taken away. Then a giant ant came. It was interested in Lu Ziqing's fat piece of meat and wanted to drag Lu Ziqing away. Lu Ziqing fought with it for a long time, but he just used his meager sword energy to flick away its teeth. But in the end it actually ran away, perhaps because it felt Lu Ziqing's anger.

To be honest, Lu Ziqing's efforts over a long period of time were not as far as being dragged away by ants.

Then a long time passed. If the sacred mountain still has four seasons, autumn must have passed and winter has come.

Lu Ziqing did not starve to death because his fingers were able to absorb the ethereal spiritual energy in the wind and suck the dew from the petals. The petals can already crawl like a snail's abdomen and legs, dragging Lu Ziqing's body forward bit by bit.

Lu Ziqing's perception has gradually spread throughout his body. Now he is really miserable, with only one finger left. But it doesn't matter, because Lu Ziqing is used to it.

Lu Ziqing began to identify the direction and headed towards the sixth peak. Later I discovered that the direction is easy to identify because there are roads. He doesn't need to see very far in the dark, it's enough to be able to identify the texture of a brick.

Slowly, Lu Ziqing could identify two bricks and three bricks. Slowly I can feel the grass and dead wood on the roadside. It might have climbed a few feet away. Lu Ziqing found it very interesting. This is what it feels like to be a snail, right?
Don't look down on snails, snails are very powerful. Lu Ziqing still remembered that powerful snail, but now he knew that the snail was actually Penglai's mountain-protecting beast called Luobu. Lu Ziqing thinks it is his idol, and in the field of crawling, it is the king.

The muscles in his fingers have been exercised, and the meridians are gradually recovering - only the remaining one is as winding as a maze. The incompleteness of the soul is equivalent to the incompleteness of the body. Those parts, along with the internal organs, meridians, and blood vessels, have shrunk and are impossible to repair. But Lu Ziqing didn't care anymore.

As a wriggling reptile, walking in this mountain is already better than those sword fairies who have turned into dead wood.

I didn't lose!

Lu Ziqing felt proud of every inch he climbed away from, but in fact winning or losing didn't matter at all. The only thing he wanted to do was to complete this journey, return to the one he loved, and admit his mistakes. Maybe they are no longer here, but Pei Xian, the Book Sword Immortal, felt very clear when he personally gave the green tea to his reincarnation.

Perhaps several years passed before Lu Ziqing climbed to the end of the bricks. The petals had become as big as the palm of his hand. During this period, I also encountered many better broken branches, but Lu Ziqing no longer needed to replace them. This petal has become his foot and part of his body.

A huge scorpion crawled over from the forest. From a hundred feet away, Lu Ziqing could sense the subtle sound of the scorpion's feet among the leaves. Lu Ziqing opened the petals, and a soft sword energy quietly moved him to the tree on the roadside, shaking up the dead leaves on the ground and falling on him, completely covering his body.

The giant scorpion held up its pincers and left without noticing Lu Ziqing's presence at all.

Just like this, a pile of leaves like a conch shell appeared on Lu Ziqing's back. The petals are still so big, but the sword energy it emits can already hold up Lu Ziqing's body like an air cushion.

When Lu Ziqing raised his fingers upward, the sword energy would also rise upward, like a python sensing its surroundings. But if you look at his entire body, it looks like a snail carrying a shell.

Finally, the downward stone steps appeared in front of Lu Ziqing.

Lu Ziqing couldn't see if the sixth peak was in the distance. Maybe he was going the wrong way? Lu Ziqing had to carefully feel the wind blowing around him, because the sixth peak was higher than the fifth peak, and if the direction was correct, the sixth peak should be in front and right of the fifth peak.

Groups of giant scorpions crawled over from behind. Lu Ziqing smiled. The direction in which the giant scorpions crawled out was always at the center of the nine peaks. Because they are transformed by Jumang God's evil thoughts, they will destroy all intruders who try to get close to Jumang God.

A scorpion tail was raised high, its poisonous needle glowing coldly, and the moment it came behind Lu Ziqing, the dead leaves piled high like conch shells on Lu Ziqing's back suddenly began to fly all over the sky, like a huge firework. After the giant scorpions were stunned, they were surprised to find that a piece of petal-like breeze lifted Lu Ziqing's body and flew into the wind from the top of the mountain. Lu Ziqing's whole body was like a light petal, spinning in the wind, sometimes flying high and sometimes falling, flying higher and farther.