Tripod Reverses the Heaven

"Climb up this mountain?"

The ancient wind looks ahead. The peak is not too high, about a thousand feet.

If he could fly, he could climb in the blink of an eye.

But now the problem is that he can't fly. He can only climb step by step by walking.

This is not a big problem. The problem is that he will face a big knife that doesn't know when and where to chop.

He just split him in half. He won't doubt the power of these big blades.

"Knife mountain and fire sea, put your horse here. I'm not afraid of ancient style!"

Finally, he let out a loud roar and began to step forward.

He has great ambition and high fighting spirit.

But this was the first step, and the soles of his feet were cut by the blade under him.

I thought that although these big blades were powerful, they were not too bad to step on.

You know, now I'm a big monk at the peak of Shenqiao. I'm almost invincible in the whole dragon kingdom. No matter how sharp the general blade is, it won't make him unable to step on it.

But now these big white blades did it. As soon as he stepped on it, his feet were cut. Including his leg bones, he was cut directly to his knees like a watermelon before he could stop.

"Ah..."

A shrill scream sounded, and the ancient wind was in great pain.

He wanted to jump in and found that he couldn't. At this time, he could not fly or jump up.

Hard, he raised his feet and began to run the law of life to heal the injury.

Then he stared at the mountain and walked again.

Whew, whew, whew!

The sound of the strong wind came, and more than a dozen big knives flew over, leaving more than a dozen deep bone openings in his body.

Endless blood is spilled wantonly, and the ancient wind hurts to the extreme.

This is torture, like being late.

Forced to hold back the pain, he took another difficult step forward.

Without exception, every time he took a step, the soles of his feet were cut open.

Those knives were so sharp that his flesh was strong and unparalleled. It was still cut like tofu.

This is a kind of torture, deep into the soul.

The test is his will.

"How... How lonely invincible is! How... How empty is invincible! Alone at the peak, the rain keeps falling, my loneliness, who can understand me... "

At this time, the ancient wind sang the song made up by himself, and let those big white blades chop at him. He didn't dodge.

With hard steps and singing in his mouth, he has a posture of sacrificing himself in the world.

His flesh was split again and again, sometimes cut in half, and sometimes his hands were cut off.

The foot is a pit step by step, each time it will be cut like tofu.

In the face of such endless pain, the ancient style has no regret at all.

He sang and went on.

"Ask the world, is this the highest mountain? Or is there another height higher than the sky? In the world, my own mountain is higher than this mountain. In my heart, the son of the ancient wind is the highest... "

After singing the previous paragraph, the ancient wind sang this paragraph again.

In the previous paragraph, he made it up with his own feelings, and this paragraph was made up by the disciples of wuliangzong. Its purpose is to worship his holy Son.

Although his heart was full of pride, he didn't buy those white knives at all.

With the deepening of ancient customs, those knives are more crazy and ferocious.

His flesh was split again and again, and his arms and thighs were cut off again and again, which could make him miserable every time, but his eyes were very firm.

He still went to the top of the mountain and sang.

Stepping on the sword mountain, you will be more physically disabled and mentally stronger. If you don't spread a good name in history, you can rest assured of your own responsibility in the world.

This is the true portrayal of the ancient style. He does not preach his merits for others, but just wants to be worthy of his heart.

I don't know how long it took, the ancient song finally stopped. Although he tried to be calm, the pain in his body and mind was real.

Finally, with the last knife, he completely fell down, and the whole person fainted.

When he fell, his whole body was cut by the knife below. He was cut into sections like a sausage, and fell on the hillside.

His whole body was cut apart except that his head was intact.

He was completely unconscious.

Endless pain and suffering almost made him give up the idea of life.

At the moment of falling, there was only one thought in his mind: forget it!

I don't know how long it has passed. The ancient wind opened his eyes and woke up.

At this time, he was surprised to find that his body was intact. But still lying on the knife.

His body was wrapped in a light white light, and it was the profound meaning of life that played a role. After he fainted, the meaning of life worked itself and saved his life.

He got up with difficulty. He smiled at the corners of his mouth and walked towards the top of the mountain again.

Although there was a moment of giving up in his heart, he didn't want to really give up.

If you give up now, don't you suffer in vain?

Therefore, he can't give up. Even if he finally dies on this mountain, he will climb up.

Without exception, as he took another step, daoshan, which had already calmed down, suddenly became restless.

The endless sharp broadsword turned into all kinds of fierce animals and killed him.

Although the soles of his feet were pit by pit, he still walked hard. In the face of these beasts, he chose to fight.

However, his strength seems to be too weak to defeat these monsters transformed by big knives.

Without going far, he fell down again and fell into a coma again.

I don't know how long it has passed. He wakes up again. Like last time, his body has been completely repaired. Looking at the still unattainable knife mountain, he chose to continue climbing.

Although his heart filled with despair many times, he didn't want to give up.

It's a small matter to die alone, but the whole dragon kingdom must not be doomed.

He doesn't care what others think of him or treat him. He only does what he thinks is right.

With his steps, the big knives became more crazy. The beasts of various forms change wantonly, and they can strangle him completely every time, or even grind him into minced meat. Let him suffer physically and mentally.

Even so, he didn't choose to give up and still went to the top of the mountain unswervingly.

Falling down and climbing up again and again, his will became stronger. He vowed not to rest until he reached the top of the mountain.

"Come on, there's a way to hang me completely!"

At this moment, he gave a roar, his eyes became more firm, and went to the top of the mountain again.