Tatam's face had already turned pale, his mouth was timid, trembling and kept muttering about the blessings of his ancestors, forgiveness of the gods, and feeling his increasingly burning body. Finally, the human being had not planned to take his life, but he actually released a force to compete with the high temperature, so that Tatam could barely bear it, but his heart was bleeding, and he was forced to go up to the holy mountain!

The Holy Mountain of Pirloni was already in front of me, and there were hundreds of flying corps gathering behind me, but I didn't dare to approach this side. I gathered hundreds of meters away from home. Watching, Wang Chong ignored them and rushed into the mountains.

At this time, what I felt was no longer the heat wave, but the fire that was born. These flames were strange. They had no burning objects, but they emerged from the ground and burned on the bare ground. Although they did not feel any special sacred blessing, the consumption effect of this ordinary flame temperature that lasted hundreds of degrees on the soul power was suddenly increased. Before, the soul sea that was infinitely released without feeling too much consumption was not felt, but now it was consumed quickly to level up the replenishment recovery speed. Fortunately, it could barely maintain the balance between consumption and recovery.

Being in this sea of ​​fire, you can't see anything.

"Open!" Wang Chong stretched his palms forward and separated them to both sides. The airflow formed by soul power opened the way, separated the surging sea of ​​fire and opened a way.

I thought there was nothing in this mountain covered with flames, but I didn't expect that after splitting the sea of ​​fire, what appeared in front of me was an extremely spectacular huge white jade staircase. It was straight up along the mountain path, extremely high, and there was no end at a glance. A mysterious and huge energy gathered at the end of the staircase, which was obviously the true face of the holy mountain.

superior!

Wang Chong took a big step, and the golden figure flew straight in the air, flew straight and rushed. But as soon as he took the first step, his body fell rapidly, and his feet stepped directly onto the stairs, and he couldn't fly! The stairs were filled with a mysterious aura, interfering with the creature's control of flight balance. The gravity was extremely great, and any flight method would be ineffective.

He could only walk, Wang Chong felt a little magical, and his feet were constantly under his feet. The mysterious energy on the white jade ladder only stopped flying, but did not stop others.

The soul power was running in the body, protecting the high temperature of the surrounding sea of ​​fire, and also maintaining the soul power circuit effect of the Feiying Light Spirit Domineering Body, making him walk like flying, but every time he crossed the distance of a step, he felt his body become heavier. When he reached more than a hundred steps, he seemed to feel that his body was under at least thirty times of gravity, and this value was still increasing, but he could not see the end of the ladder above his head from afar.

"Can't go up, can't go up again, we will all die!" Tatam was almost crazy, the White Jade Step, it had heard that his master Zoro, as a powerful Dharma Saint, had followed the royal family to sacrifice to the sky. The master had also walked this White Jade Step. It is said that unless he reached the level of the Sword Saint, and was even one of the best, there would be few people who could walk this White Jade Step and would definitely be crushed to death halfway through the road.

"Shut up!" Wang Chong scolded in a deep voice. He didn't have time to listen to Tatam's nagging now.

Tatam was not obedient this time. It was because this holy mountain was too terrifying and too afraid in its impression.

"Dear human, Tatam is serious! We will die even if we go up! It's better to take advantage of the current cover of the sea of ​​fire and fight out from the other side of the holy mountain in another direction. They can't catch up with you anyway! Tatam begs you, you can't get on..." Tatam screamed, unable to stop at all. It felt like its body was about to be crushed by the pressure on the white jade ladder.

"Old Wang, this guy is too cumbersome. He doesn't want to go up anyway, and he's still talking nonsense. Let's throw it down!" Simba said viciously.

Tatam was instantly alert, realized the more serious problem, and immediately shut up.

Leave yourself down here? What an international joke? Without the protection of this human being, the surrounding sea of ​​fire will instantly roast yourself!

Tatam didn't dare to yell, for fear of being thrown away. This human obviously wouldn't listen to advice. Although the future of following him is bleak, it's always a little better than just dying immediately now.

Simba is definitely Tatam's nemesis, and Wang Chong felt that his ears became quiet in an instant.

In fact, when he felt the strangeness of the white jade staircase, he also thought for a moment that he would go around the other side of the holy mountain by the sea of ​​fire. But at this moment, he could feel that the Saint-level figures of the Sword Saint-Statistics had arrived at the foot of the mountain. The great swordsmen and great magicians could not approach the Pirloni Holy Mountain, but these Saint-Statistics Saint-Statistics did not. They seemed to plan to catch up with the white jade staircase. If they retreated, they would just hit the gun. If they wanted to escape from both sides of the white jade staircase, they were firmly locked by a mysterious energy on the white jade staircase and could not jump out at all.

There is no way out at all. Wang Chong made up his mind and just went up.

As the gravity continues to increase, for Wang Chong's physical fitness and soul power tolerance, dozens of times the gravity can only slow down his speed, which is not a huge difficulty, but when he rushed to about 300 levels, the difficulty escalated again. This time, the increase is no longer just gravity, but a kind of bondage from the soul.

It's like a big hand stretching out from the invisible, holding your soul tightly, holding your heart, pinching the 'them' tightly, shrinking little by little, squeezing...

Breathing begins to become more and more difficult, and steps begin to become more and more staggering.

With the clown mask, Wang Chong could see the heavier the traces of pressure going upwards, but at this time he could already faintly see a clue hidden at the top of the white jade staircase. The energy that brought him a mysterious feeling emitted a slight light, and even if it was hidden in the sea of ​​fire, it could still pass through the holy light.

Wow!

There was a rustling sound behind him. Wang Chong turned around and saw a Misobudabi warrior carrying a long sword and wearing a golden battle robe separated the sea of ​​fire and stepped up from the bottom of the stairs.

He is a sword saint, and just looking at this glance, he feels stronger than Anlixi I faced last time. The golden light on it is restrained, and the sword saint's breath is condensed and does not dissipate, without any overflow. It is natural. He walks on the white jade ladder filled with the pressure of the sea of ​​fire. He walks obviously more relaxed and more freely than himself, but his speed doesn't feel faster, even slower than himself.

It feels strange that this white jade ladder is like having spirituality and can make judgments. Perhaps as the sword saint, the other party needs to bear greater pressure and gravity than they do.

Wang Chong no longer paid attention to him, and he was still far away. He felt that he was faster. As long as he didn't stop, he would only set a bigger distance from him. He would definitely not catch up with him in a while.

He continued to move under his feet. He could take two or three steps in one step, but now he was no longer able to do so. He could take one step and the frequency of his steps began to drop significantly. The pressure he was under at this time was fine. After all, with a clown mask, he could feel the heaviness of the pressure, but it could not directly affect it. However, the pressure from the body's gravity and soul has already made Wang Chong feel difficult, especially when he had to use his strength to protect Tatam. The consumption of soul power is increasing rapidly, from the beginning of "balance of income and expenditure" to now it has become less than enough.

The body's ability to withstand is no problem. The key is the sustained consumption and the utilization of deified cells.

His own power surges out from every cell in the body. If you calculate it carefully to the extreme, such power is truly endless. However, Wang Chong cannot be considered a complete mastery of deified cells. He can only say that he has it. If you want to further master it, it will definitely need to be tempered. This white jade ladder seems to be squeezing out this power.

Wang Chong kept taking steps, which was just a subconscious action, and his thinking was completely immersed in his feelings and adjustments to the deified cells. Although he didn't know why this holy mountain existed, he could basically be sure that it was fatal to the weak, but for the strong, it was actually a precious process of cutting down tendons and marrow cleaning, especially for Wang Chong, who had just completed the deification of the cells, it was really an opportunity that was hard to come by.

Wang Chong has been completely immersed in it, and the feeling of this state is really great.

If the previous superimposed soul power circuit adapts to the development and improvement of the body after the body is just a warm-up exercise, then now the process of controlling and applying the power of each cell is a complete and detailed extreme exercise.

The runes on his body were constantly flashing. Although every step crossing, gravity and soul pressure were increasing, Wang Chong always maintained a consistent speed and kept approaching the top of the White Jade Ladder.

Kilometers, five hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters...

The difficulty of Hu's last hundred meters increased sharply again. Wang Chong had tried his best to adjust his deified cells. His body, which had suddenly become stronger, was not adapted to all kinds of impurities, but now he had already tempered all kinds of impurities in the long ladder tempering like forging steel. He felt that he had reached the best state. The super gravity around him was fine, and his body could withstand it, but the increasingly strong soul constraints pressed him down and felt that his heart was tighter and tighter, and he was struggling with all his strength, and he was about to explode.

Now every step is extremely difficult, and sweat beads on his forehead are constantly emerging. Wang Chong has even forgotten the sword saint who has caught up with him. All his energy and mind are filled with this huge pressure, which has forced him to fight with all his strength. Moreover, he began to feel the suppression of pressure. Even wearing the clown mask has become like a drop in the bucket. The terror of pressure is really unimaginable.
Chapter completed!