The cultivators who came to Tianxiao Mountain came for Tianxu Grass. This immortal grass that can enhance the soul of the monks and assist in their perception has disappeared from the outside world.

Because there is no hope for the peak, few people risk their lives to climb mountains, and at most they use sword energy to temper the immortal essence at a suitable height.

Now that some people are reaching the top, someone will immediately climb with all their might, followed by many figures. Even if they cannot seize the opportunity, they will have to see what the hell is.

"Let's go." Ye Xuan took up the mobile power bank and greeted Duan Xifei.

All Duan Xifei's injuries had recovered from the previous injuries. With the medicinal effects of Tianxu Grass and three jade leaves, his cultivation still improved.

"It is mostly not because of their own cultivation, but because they specially brought secret treasures against the erosion of sword energy." Duan Xifei analyzed.

"We don't have such a baby, and we can't get close to the peak even if we go up."

The mobile power bank moved, and noticed that Ye Xuan stopped exploiting her, and laughed at her with no idea of ​​his life and death: "Is it too late for you to pass now? Others won't even leave you with soup."

"The two people from the Lei family and the Lu family have secret treasures, and I also have a support for them." As he said that, Ye Xuan dispersed the rules of the space, and the suppression power around him was immediately weakened.

Duan Xifei's eyes lit up. After approaching Ye Xuan, the three of them were covered by a layer of space folded.

Ye Xuan understood the rules of space. He could first resist the erosion of some sword energy, and to secondly restore the strength of partial suppression. Under the dual effects, their advantages far exceed those of others.

Tianxiao Mountain is 25,000 feet high.

As Duan Xifei guessed, Lei Hao and Lu Daochu did have secret treasures on their bodies, and the family specially prepared for this Tianxiao Mountain.

The opening of the Tianxu this time gave the two families a place to use their years of preparations. There was an additional shadow of a tree behind Lei Hao, like a thunder tree formed by lightning.

This thunder tree is only taller than a human, and is closely attached to Lei Hao's spine, as if it has roots.

Lu Daochu's reliance looks relatively simple. The small bowl with his head hanging on his back looks like a porcelain bowl used by ordinary people. I don't know where it originated, but it can withstand the erosion of sword energy at a height of 20,000 feet.

"Brother Lei, how long can you last? You will definitely win if you are at the bottom." Lu Daochu smiled elegantly.

"Brother Lu, don't worry, Brother Lu can go as high as he can go, and keep it without losing a single step." Lei Hao was also smiling, with a cheerful smile.

At this height, the sword energy occupied every part of the mountain, and all the rocks were stained with the blue color of the sword energy. At first glance, the entire mountain had become a blue ocean of sword energy.

Through the heavy clouds, the two of them could see part of the scene on the top of the mountain, and a sword-shaped outline could be vaguely seen, with a sword body of a thousand feet, which was extremely eye-catching.

As expected, as many seniors speculated, there was a magic sword at the top of the peak, and Lei Hao and Lu Daochu refused to give in, and they had the intention to kill each other.

After the two of them sat cross-legged and recovered their consumed cultivation, they stood up and crawled again. They suddenly became aware of it, looked down at the sea of ​​clouds under them, and sneered.

"Brother Lei, look, those guys are following you without knowing how to live or die." Lu Daochu laughed.

Lei Hao did not answer and turned his head to continue climbing. Even with the protection of the thunder tree, when he reached this height, Lei Hao's cultivation level was not as easy as the mountainside, and he used his hands and feet without any image.

A cold light flashed in Lu Daochu's eyes, he snorted and chased after him.

The two gradually approached the top of the peak. The arrival of the two obviously alarmed the magic sword at the top of the peak. The magic sword had a spirit, and the even more terrifying sword energy surged down.

Not long after, screams came from the sea of ​​clouds below, all of which were the three-domain geniuses attracted by movement and stillness.

There are many people with great strength among them, but they do not have the secret treasures to protect the sword energy. The consequence of forcing the mountain to climb is to die under the erosion of the sword energy.

Tens of thousands of feet, Ye Xuan was so tired that he was out of breath. Even with the cover of the rules of space, his immortal energy was still consumed very quickly.

The long-lost sense of weakness came, as if he was knocked down from the mortal world, and he felt the feeling of climbing a mountain again.

Hongjuan's arm hurts, and she tilts her head and sees Ye Xuan gnawing her again. She really thinks she is storing dry food, but when she is weak, she chews her.

Ye Xuan wiped his mouth and Hongjuan's body was not bright red blood, but a stream of juice, fresh and juicy. In addition, the aroma of azaleas was full of color, fragrance and taste. Once you bite it, you can recover your strength in a short time.

Three days passed, and Ye Xuan reached another ten thousand feet, and when he reached a height of two or seven thousand feet, the scene of the peak was revealed in their eyes.

The surrounding clouds are full of clouds and mist, and the green sword energy is everywhere, and the divine thoughts cannot be used here. Looking at the eyes of Xuanxian, through the heavy clouds and mist, the Thousand-Step Divine Sword is clearly visible.

Looking at this height, no one below can keep up except for three people.

Unfortunately, they were still late. If Ye Xuan could understand the rules of space a little earlier, he would not have let the two men take the lead.

Hongjuan sarcastically said, "Look, others have already succeeded."

I saw two figures sitting cross-legged at the end of the magic sword at the top of Tianxiao Mountain, one left and one right, across from thousands of feet away.

The two were obviously afraid of each other. One of them had roots behind them, and the other was hanging on the porcelain bowl on their heads. They were all refining the divine sword with all their strength and fighting for control of the divine sword.

"Someone came up again, but three."

"You are not qualified to compete with us for the Shenxiao Sword." The two men on the sword opened their eyes together and looked at the three of them. None of them was Xuanxian Yuanmeng.

Flower Demon and Fire Bird are in the late stage of Xuanxian. As for Ye Xuan, he is only in the early stage of Xuanxian. If it weren't for the folding space outside the three of them, it would be difficult for them to see through them. They would have taken action to destroy the three of them now.

"Thunderwood." Ye Xuan focused his eyes behind Lei Hao at a glance. Under the sensing of the clone of the sprite, the body of the Thunder Tree was a foot-long piece of Thunder Tree.

The clone has been practicing in the Demon Immortal Palace for many years and has learned many legends. He knows that there are several spiritual roots of heaven and earth in the world, which are great creations under the chaotic treasure. Thunderwood is one of the several spiritual roots of heaven and earth.

The talent of the clone of the silhouette is already good at thunder. If you can get this piece of thunderwood, the strength of the clone will definitely be able to reach a higher level.

"You don't have to worry about us. You go up and refine the divine sword first, and don't let them compete for control of the divine sword first." Duan Xifei said in a deep voice.

After Duan Xifei finished speaking, Hongjuan panicked first. The fire bird included her without her consent.

If there was no Ye Xuan's space rule defense, their place of standing would be instantly shrouded by endless sword energy. Duan Xifei was not afraid of death, she was afraid of death.

"Master, don't leave Xiaohua behind." Hongjuan gritted her teeth and begged with shameless face.

"Little Flower?" Ye Xuan's mouth twitched, Hongjuan had become her ghost slave, and Duan Xifei was also a loyal supporter of Feng Ling.

Ye Xuan no longer hesitated, rolled his sleeves and rolled the two women into the space of the Vientiane Mirror, reached the top of the peak, and became the third person on the Shenxiao Sword.
Chapter completed!