Bang!

A dull explosion.

A cultivator who competed for the defense, took over the attack of Yang Xiaoman's companion and shot into the distance with his defensive power.

"Fellow Daoist is wise! But I want to see how long your method can last."

The monk left a word and fled to the distance to heal his wounds.

As long as you can't kill, you will fight again!

Most of the other opponents are like this. If they find that something is wrong, they will flee hundreds of miles away.

...

More than an hour passed, and although he also killed three opponents, he did not have the effect of establishing his authority.

Yang Xiaoman's face was also dark.

The three companions were somewhat ashamed. Such a powerful monk with them actually made the situation so difficult.

...

In the end, after five hours of fierce battle, the battle of fifty steps came to an end.

Yang Xiaoman only reached the 27th level. Although she was depressed, she had to accept this result.

...

Woo--

In the world in the door, the trumpet sounded, and the low and long sound came from every corner of the world, and went straight into the souls of fifty people.

Yang Xiaorang sat cross-legged on the stone steps, and then the stone steps became bright and formed a semicircular cover-like thing that enveloped her.

At the center of the light shield, black thunder and lightning flashed, like a small punishment of heaven, and began to drop black lightning and blasted towards Yang Xiaorang.

The world of mind and spirit goes to an inexplicable distance.

...

The long line of walking on the mountain road, the world outside is a bit blurry, but it is still a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, flowers and birds singing, with the scenery of the most beautiful scenery.

Yang Xiaoman walked with the team and was shocked to find that his figure was so petite, as if he was an eleven or twelve-year-old child who had not yet grown up, with a pale face and a terrible thin skin.

I looked around and saw that there were men and women, about a dozen people, all of them were children and teenagers, walking forward silently.

"Where are we? Where are we going?"

Yang Xiaokuan looked at it for no reason and asked a young man behind him quietly.

The boy glared at her with a cold face, but did not answer.

Yang Xiaokuan's face turned black and he followed the team helplessly.

Looking at the front of the team, the leader was an old man in Taoism, carrying his hands on his back, and in his actions, he looked casual and casual.

...

I don’t know how long I left, but someone started to get tired, and started to hum and slowly walk.

Yang Xiaoman, who occupied this consciousness, had such a firm will. Although the two legs were filled with lead and felt extremely tired, she still held on and walked forward. In front of her, only the Taoist man and a few particularly strong boys were left.

The terrain began to rise and slowly began to go up the stone steps again.

Up to the top, there is a main hall, solemn and dignified.

"Everyone comes to the hall with me!"

After waiting until everyone came up, the leading Taoist said, and everyone followed in.

...

There were eight Taoist men, women, young and old, with different figures in the hall, all of whom had extremely sharp eyes and looked at them.

"Senior Brother Tianhe, all the senior brothers and sisters, these are the seedlings of cultivation that I brought back this time. I will just hand over this mission."

The leading Taoist smiled heartily, said to everyone, and stood in the direction of the lowest head on the left.

"Senior Brother, which peak we will pick first in this trip?"

Someone asked immediately.

"What's the hurry? The person from Wudeng Peak hasn't come yet!"

The old Taoist Jinguan in the throne said coldly, "It is extremely majestic."

When everyone heard this, they waited without saying a word.

...

At this moment, Yang Xiaoman was shocked.

Unmoving peak?
Chapter completed!