Origin Player

Jianchi Mountain, on the ginseng road.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a hazy feather flew towards Hong Zhou with the falling snowflakes.

"It's Crazy Feather, it's Crazy Feather!"

In the crowd, the old madman suddenly went crazy, scratching his cheeks with both hands, constantly attacking to force the people around him back, and finally lying on the ground with his head in his arms, looking at the mountain road with a twisted look.

An elder of the Daming Sect who was beaten was furious, and he approached and punched and kicked the old madman, but when he woke up, he was immediately scared, this was a master.

"He doesn't seem to have the intention to fight back."

"What master, just a dead dog, hit him!"

Seeing this, the elder of the Daming Sect got bold and called on his disciples to fight together. The old madman took the lead, and they had the right to fight back.

Some masters showed regret. When the old madman was young, he was not inferior to Tianjiao, but because he killed too many people, he did not get the soul umbrella given by ghosts. Without the soul umbrella, he could not defend against the random falling mad feathers. This product of the evil thoughts of ghosts can arouse a person's deepest desires. Since then, the old madman has been trapped in the vortex of killing desire and reason and cannot extricate himself.

The inevitable mad feather hit Hong Zhou.

The former seventh in the world immediately had ferocious eyes.

In an instant, Hong Zhou's body was stiff and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

In just a few days, he fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley. Being defeated by Longcheng was inferior to others, but the first respect and the second arrogance of the Daming Sect was really chilling.

The former respectful disciple forced himself to climb the mountain.

The usually submissive elder threatened that failure would bring disaster to his family.

Even if he was abolished, the Daming Sect still wanted to squeeze out his last surplus value, just like when he encouraged him to stop Longcheng for fame.

"This time, I want to live for myself."

"I want to become a master again!"

"This is my desire, I must move forward!!"

After half a minute, Hong Zhou opened his eyes, his ferocious face retreated, and he took a firm step forward.

Countless onlookers were stunned and confused. In history, those who were not hit by the soul umbrella by Feng Yu often meant elimination, and there were very few people who could resist it.

"Although old, he still has the ambition of a tiger!"

In the pavilion, Elder Du Nan could not hide his admiration.

On the side, the most sensitive Taoist Grand Elder tilted his head and showed surprise.

In the sight, two figures approached Jianchi Mountain quickly one after the other.

"That's the recently famous Ping Luan Bo, right?"

"Yan Yu Louzhu?" The red-robed eunuch was puzzled: "Why is he like crazy!"

"Jiang Wuyang, I will kill you!"

Yan Yu Louzhu roared in anger, and the long sword in his hand continuously sent out thin and sharp sword rain threads. No matter whether it was a big tree or a boulder blocking the road, they were all cut in half, with smooth and flat fractures and cold sword energy.

Jiang He's face was calm, and he kept dodging with Zhen step. Now that the whole Yizhou was about to fall, he had to take a detour to the canyon to Dangguan City, and even he couldn't get there within half a day.

But this doesn't mean there is no way.

"As long as we climb over this mountain, we can get to Dangguan City as quickly as possible."

Jiang He looked up at the fog on the main peak, and his footsteps kept passing through the crowd until he stepped onto the steps of the Ginseng Road.

"Get out of here!"

The owner of Yanyu Tower was full of hatred. He extended a sword from a distance. The raindrops turned into silk, and the silk was woven into a sword. The dozen warriors in front of him were cut off directly, and the sword light pierced the stopped figure.

But when the sword light entered the range of the ginseng road, it was immediately like a million pounds of burden. Under the dual effects of Shen Lingtian and the soul formation, it collapsed into dust in an instant.

Jian Chen stroked it, and Jiang He climbed the second step with his hands behind his back. When he raised his legs, the strong pain and great pressure on his soul made his body tremble instinctively.

"It's really as it is said. It seems that the closer the height is to Shen Lingtian, the greater the pressure. But what are these ghosts around."

Jiang He had no expression on his face and walked at a constant speed. He thought about the situation around him. The three eye abilities allowed him to gradually see the faces of the figures. One of them was similar to the possessed ghost in front of Yue Mansion before, but without the malicious hideousness.

"This guy is a butcher!"

"How many people has he killed!"

"This guy is covered with the wailing of the dead!"

The ghosts whispered to each other. Because of their death in life, they were particularly sensitive and disgusted with killing.

The owner of Yanyu Tower stared at someone who took a few steps in an instant, snorted coldly, and also stepped onto the steps of the ginseng road. As long as the other party stopped for a moment, he would drag this guy down the mountain even if his arms were broken to fight to the death.

The two climbed one after the other.

At the front of the climbing team, the four geniuses, Dao Chi, Yin Shengzi, Young Prince, and Anbei Princess, were approaching the 900th step. At this point, failure would no longer slide down the foot of the mountain. Next to them was a flat land with persimmon trees.

In the pavilion attic, countless masters were watching.

"They are about to face the qualification test."

"Yin Shengzi is destined to go the farthest in the last ninety-nine steps. He has the ambition to unify the world!"

"Dao Chi obviously walks more steadily. The ginseng road is not just about bravery and diligence!"

The masters each have their own opinions. Elder Du Nan and Dao Gong Tai Shang are tit-for-tat. The difficulty of the last ninety-nine steps rises sharply, but the benefits are also very obvious. There is a threshold every ten steps. The more evil thoughts you bear, the more you can get Nan Shi's favor.

Time passed by.

Dao Chi and Yin Shengzi were sweating profusely, scrambling to walk on the ginseng road, and took fifty steps with difficulty.

In the end, it was the young prince behind him who couldn't hold on first and fell off the road and slid to the ground.

He wiped off the sweat and looked calm.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Two or two play, only one person eliminates one person can win Nan persimmon according to favor, and all the energy is grinded on the ginseng road. How can you still compete with me, it's stupid!"

年轻郡王盘腿坐在柿树下，抓紧时间恢复体力。

“郡王已经登顶了，他在恢复体力！”

“这何尝不是一种通往胜利的捷径，阴圣子未必能夺得年轻魁首之位啊！”

山下的议论声逐渐沸腾。

"Look at it again, it's crazy!"

"There was no soul umbrella in five hundred steps, and ghost charm was very disgusted with him."

Everyone turned away, and when I saw that on the road, a long figure was moving forward. Generally, at this time, the climbers would be selected by ghosts.

Jiang He took a step, and the eyes of the smoke rain landlord behind him made people back.

A mad feather fell, the old lunatic fell again, and the host of the Yanyu squinted his eyes and let the sweat slip. He was ready to shot at any time.

At the moment of being hit by crazy feathers, Jiang He's heart emerged with extremely strong hunger, just like eating the heart when he was young. Cover the reason.

But without any stay, Jiang He seemed to have never been hit at all, and continued to take another step at a constant speed.

"Everything is me, what's wrong with me."

Jiang He's color is very calm. He did not feel that his greed is wrong, and he did not intend to suppress his desire with reason. He once ate most of the granary in one breath, had pain in cheeks, and nausea. It is not enough. In fact, he believes that this is the case on weekdays. Even if Yizhou falls, he is unwilling to give up the reward of the main task.

Behind him, the lord of the Yanyu was stunned, and then gritted his teeth and followed the opponent's footsteps. He was holding a soul umbrella in his hand, his eyes flooded.

Everyone was wrong at the foot of the mountain, and the old lunatic was dull.

"Why didn't he be affected!"

"Did you hit the crazy feathers?"

"There is no soul umbrella!"

In the crowd, Elder Daming stopped his beating against the old lunatic, and his expression was full of doubts. Just now, he suddenly shocked his arm to numb.

The next second, a fist came in person.

The elder of the name of the name was immediately reduced to a headless body.

The disciples of the gatekeeper regained in horror.

The old lunatic patted the dust and got up, and his eyes were quiet and contained the intention. Even if he was muddy, he still had the majesty of the master and completely faded away.

"So, I am addicted to killing, but this is also me. What is wrong? The least good luck can only kill things that should be killed.

The old lunatic expression was indifferent, the speed was as fast as lightning, and the real Yuan circulated. It was only a moment.

The masters were shocked, not because of the strength of the other party, but because after 20 years, the old lunatic actually retrieved the reason, which is simply nonsense.

Suddenly, in the eyes, the old lunatic worshiped the young figure, and even held his disciple gift.

"Crazy, he is still crazy."

"Gift to the disciples of the juniors, lose face!"

The old madman heard that he just laughed and didn't care about it. After all, there were always people in the world as a teacher. Moreover, he was just a so -called "dead dog", let alone a face.