Qin Shi Mingyue Taoist Master Uncle

I couldn't bear the repeated torment in my heart, and I had the idea of ​​giving up.

At the same time, a slight cracking sound sounded.

Looking down, I saw that there were clear cracks in the road under my feet, and they were still expanding.

"Oops!"

At this moment, he also realized that when there was a gap in his heart, Dilu would also have problems.

Whether it is fear, shrinking, reluctance or hesitation, there will be cracks in Dilu.

And when the crack reaches a certain level, the Emperor's Road may collapse.

At that time, there is only one result waiting for him, and that is death!

So what he has to do is not only to endure intense pain, but also to keep his heart pure.

Otherwise, before he couldn't hold on anymore, Dilu would collapse first.

Thinking of this, Bei Chen couldn't help but shudder, and quickly adjusted his state.

Slowly closing his eyes, breathing gently.

It took a while before moving on.

The footsteps are neither fast nor slow, just walking forward so unhurriedly.

Although the speed is not fast, it is very stable.

This stability refers not only to the body, but also to the heart.

He no longer avoids the painful feeling, but feels it carefully.

In such a state, my heart calmed down, and even my body and mind were undergoing subtle changes.

Beichen didn't care about this at all, he only had one goal, and that was to climb to the top.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the feeling of alternating pain and comfort has also experienced several rounds again.

Most of the emperor's road has been passed, and there are only a hundred steps left in front of him.

He had a vague feeling that the rest of the stairs seemed to be a little different from the previous ones.

Then he lifted his foot and stepped forward again.

But strangely, he didn't feel anything strange, neither painful nor pleasant.

It's just that he always feels that his body has undergone a change, but he can't explain it.

The only special thing is that this step is a little more laborious.

Then I didn't think too much about it, and continued to walk forward.

When he had walked more than ten steps, his footsteps stopped, and he finally found out what was wrong.

At this time, I seemed to have become a little older, and my skin was a little rough.

After stepping into the extreme realm of heaven and man, his appearance has been fixed, and he has always maintained the appearance of a youth.

But now he looks like a middle-aged man.

Bei Chen couldn't help frowning. No matter what kind of pain he experienced before, it was just a feeling, and it didn't affect reality.

And now every step he takes, he will become old, it seems that this road is depriving him of his life.

But no matter what, he had to complete the Emperor's Road, and he had no other choice.

Beichen continued to move forward and walked through another thirty or forty steps.

At this time, he had white hair growing on his head, and he looked like a man in his fifties or sixties.

At the most critical moment, he felt that not only his body was aging, but even his soul power was rapidly depleting.

The exhaustion of the soul is more terrifying than the decay of the body.

Every step I take is exhausting.

But at this moment, Beichen didn't care much about it, no matter how difficult it was, he would go to the end.

Even if it is climbing, you have to climb the last section of the ladder.

Soon, he walked through dozens of steps, and there were only the last ten steps left on the Emperor's Road, and the Xuanyuan Sword was right in front of him.

But at this time, Beichen was already gray-haired, with a wrinkled face and a stooped body.

Like an old man about to die.

He kept panting, his body had no strength, and his soul power was almost dry.

Even consciousness is blurred.

Now he seems to be hovering on the verge of life and death, and he is about to run out of fuel.

It's hard to even lift your feet.

Under such circumstances, Beichen had already lost most of his ability to think, but he still had one thought in his heart, which was to go on.

He raised his trembling feet, took another step forward, and went up another step.