Dust was flying all over the sky, like a long curtain slowly opening.

Shen Yi stood with his hands down, and an extremely majestic mountain gradually appeared in his sight. It was majestic, like a sky chasm standing in front of him, with no edges visible. In comparison, the nameless mountain outside could only be regarded as a low slope.

The moment I saw his true appearance.

A heavy and shuddering feeling of oppression fell directly on Shen Yi's body.

boom!

It is the soul that enters the Wuming Mountain, so it is naturally impossible for any bones to be crushed.

But Shen Yi still felt like her whole body was being crushed into powder.

His body suddenly bent forward, his knees shook wildly, and he almost fell to his knees.

Shen Yi subconsciously wanted to summon the Guixu Immortal Armor, and her fingertips also landed on the center of her eyebrows, intending to open the White Jade Capital Immortal City.

However, the sacrifice was in vain.

Now there is only a divine soul standing here. All his so-called reliance has lost its effectiveness in this nameless mountain, and the only one he can rely on is himself.

Shen Yi finally understood why he had to be a body-tempering monk to get close to this opportunity.

Only monks like me, who have experienced body-forging with demon pills, burning with demon blood, and body tempering with phoenix fire, have a chance to straighten their backs again under this heavy oppression.

"call."

Shen Yi closed her eyes, and her facial features became a little more ferocious.

The palm that could tear apart Bai Yujing's demon was clenched suddenly, without causing any changes in the world. The only effect was to make him take an extremely difficult step forward.

In front of this treasure mountain, the figure in ink robes looked so insignificant, his steps were slow, even a little staggering, but he never stopped.

Compared to the training that other monks have endured, Shen Yi's few years of practice experience are nothing at all.

But when it comes to the hardships endured in order to practice.

Even if the torture from each feedback during the panel deduction is the same, when the duration of the deduction is terrifying enough, the accumulated pain will also reach an appalling level.

Being able to endure hardship is not something worth bragging about, not to mention that the main reason for this pain is mostly due to Shen Yi's random modification of exercises, blind consumption of elixirs, and even the consumption of demon elixirs and demon blood as rice. Then There is nothing more to say.

But these experiences actually helped him reach the foot of the mountain.

Shen Yi lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the winding mountain road at his feet, pondered for a moment, and then stepped onto the gravel path.

The moment the soles of his boots touched the mountain road, his soul seemed to turn into reality.

Shen Yi only heard a crackling sound all over his body, and was pressed to the ground with a bang. There was no room for resistance in the whole process.

The elbow he used to support his body was almost broken, and his ink shirt was quickly stained with scarlet plasma.

But under such powerful force, not even the smallest stone on the mountain road was shaken.

After adjusting her breath for a while, Shen Yi glanced sideways at her elbow, her expression extremely calm.

Even if the real body is completely cracked, or even melted until only the bones are left, he has experienced it personally, not to mention that this is just an illusion created by Wumingshan.

But the touch can be so real.

It can be seen that this mountain does hide good things.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi raised his head and looked upward. His sight was blocked by the mountain wall and green shade, and he could not see the peak.

He used his palms again to push himself up again.

At this moment, the strong force from before struck again. Before Shen Yi could stand up, she felt a repulsive force, as if she wanted to push herself out of the world.

"..."

He suddenly thought of the previous words of Taozi of the Moving Mountain Sect, that Wumingshan would forcibly send the soul out when it could no longer support it.

In other words, if I really want to stand up, my soul will collapse?

Shen Yi thought for a moment, and suddenly noticed that the force surrounding her body seemed to be softened, as if to make it easier for the monks to understand it carefully.

His expression changed slightly.

Damn it, this is not a competition of stubbornness, this is a test of brains.

If this mountain road is a level, it is most likely not for the monks to resist this force, but to comprehend and assimilate the true meaning of this power.

It's not that Shen Yi doesn't have confidence in herself.

The main reason is that he doesn't have so much time to slowly realize it here. If it really takes thousands of years, let alone whether the Mountain Moving Sect agrees or not, even if he really allows himself to watch the mountains here, when he goes out, I'm afraid the whole The treasure land of Nanyang was trampled to the ground, and senior Xuanqing had to be captured and chopped up to be used as firewood.

Even if you really understand the magic of immortality, you still can't turn back time.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi called up the panel. He was not sure whether the mountain in front of him was a skill. Logically speaking, it should be, but there was no specific text.

[Mountain Method: Uninitiated]

A line of prompts flashed across the line of sight, but like those tips, there was no specific division of affixes.

To have such a mysterious treasure mountain, there must be more than a secret hidden inside.

Most likely it’s because I haven’t fully understood this technique yet.

Shen Yi glanced at the remaining million years of demon life, and then raised his eyes again. This time, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the stone walls and green shades, and look straight towards the top of the mountain.

The only pity is that in this nameless mountain, there is no way for the demon spirits to help.

If you rely on yourself alone, you will probably waste a lot of your life.

…

Inside the Bishan Sect, at the foot of Wuming Mountain.

Yang Yunheng took the treasure pill and returned through the air again. As soon as he landed, he noticed something abnormal.

I saw that my Taozi did not start to watch the mountains as usual.

The other party had stood up at some point, staring silently at the figure in the black shirt sitting on the ground.

"Daozi, the treasure pill is back."

Yang Yunheng opened his palms and looked at Shen Yi doubtfully.

He was not there before and did not see the beads of sweat rolling down, so he did not know what was shocking Yan Chongzhang.

"good."

Yan Chongzhang finally sighed, turned around and took the pill, while glaring at Yang Yunheng.

It’s not that I’m stingy about the skills in Wuming Mountain.

I just complained that the elder was hesitant in speaking and didn't prepare myself mentally in advance. I almost lost my temper just now.

He had thought that Shen Xiaoyou's talent was good, but he didn't expect it to be so amazing.

At least judging from the current progress, it is even better than what Yan Chongzhang did back then.

I have spent so many years and still have not touched the second road monument on the mountain road, which is equivalent to only understanding one and a half of the techniques.

If it were this little friend Shen, he would have already fully understood the second form of exercise.

It is really a pity that the other party was born in Nanhong.

"Ahem."

Yang Yunheng suddenly coughed twice.

As if he guessed what Daozi was thinking, he winked while handing over the treasure pill.

It's not too late to make amends now.

If we could recruit Mr. Shen into the Mountain Moving Sect, we would give him the opportunity to seriously observe the mountains.

Tens of thousands of years later, even if I and others no longer have the opportunity to practice, they can at least leave a new tyrannical spiritual method to the sect, and it is the kind that is extremely suitable for the body-tempering warriors. It means far more to them than Other spiritual methods.

"..."

Yan Chongzhang frowned, took the elixir, and stood there to consider it.

It's not that he's worried about Shen Yi's influence on him. Not to mention the big age difference between the two, given his status in the Banshan Sect, he doesn't have to think about these messy things at all.

The main reason is that in front of several Taoist disciples of Nanhong, he had the idea of ​​becoming a disciple of his sect, which was really not an honest move.

It's ridiculous to even say it.

Yan Chongzhang hesitated and couldn't help but cast his eyes on Yang Yunheng's face, wanting to discuss it with him again.

At this moment, I saw the great elder's slender old face suddenly and violently twitching, his pupils shrinking instinctively, and he actually showed a state of gnashing his teeth.

"He...he..."

"Yan Daozi!"

Wei Yuanzhou suddenly let out a low cry.

Yan Chongzhang hurriedly turned around and saw that Wei Yuanzhou and Su Hongxiu were already blocking him in front of him, while Bai Wu was at the end, protecting Xiaoyou Shen who was sitting cross-legged.

The reason for this change was that Shen Yi, who had been sitting quietly in the cross-legged position, suddenly had his ink shirt soaked with sweat, as if he had just fallen into the water.

Underneath the pitch-black hair, the originally fair face suddenly looked a bit sickly.
To be continued...