Nine Sun Dragon God

Chapter 139 Ascension
After Crown Prince Yan left, Wei Yan and his brothers followed closely, they didn't even bother to look at Xiao Yun, and walked straight ahead.

All around, the monks of the major forces are like this.

The crowd was full of excitement, and bursts of vitality swelled in the air. Many people couldn't hold back the excitement in their hearts, so they soared into the sky early and flew towards the ice wall quickly.

After a while, Xiao Yun came to the bottom of the ice wall with the team. At this moment, too many monks were surrounded, most of them looked solemn, and they raised their eyes to look at the sky, watching the figures flashing away and rushing to the extremely high place.

Among the Jun family's team, Jun Wuji paused for a long while, and secretly glanced back at Xiao Yun with a cold glint in his eyes. He immediately turned around and immediately stretched out his movements, his sleeves bulging with vitality, and flew straight to the sky with a bang!

"Master Wuji is leaving! Let's go up too!"

"go!"

……

Xiao Yun watched the people around him gallop towards the sky one by one, there were already countless figures in mid-air, and it was difficult to distinguish their identities except for their breath.

Just as Xiao Yun was about to leave, a figure suddenly broke into his line of sight, causing the four people below to exclaim!
It was a voluptuous red figure, soaring up from the back of the crowd, with lotus steps lightly touching the void, its figure was like a nine-day divine phoenix, with just a few strokes, it had risen to a height of tens of feet, directly crushing the first batch of soaring names man of!
"Fairy's cultivation has improved again!!"

"It's only a blink of an eye, and it's almost a hundred feet high! Your body skills are against the sky..."

Inside the Great Wilderness Gate, Hou Zheng shuddered suddenly, his eyes stared in amazement, he was stunned for a while, a flash of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and he also stretched out his figure, preparing to leave his name on the ice wall.

"Hey! Brother Hou, wait for us..."

Han Xiaoshan screamed urgently, flicked his sleeves, and flew away with a few fellow monks.

……

On the huge and vast ice wall, figures of monks moved back and forth, with sharp vitality constantly stirring, and ice particles rustling down.

A very small number of people are less than a hundred feet high, and because of their cultivation, the vitality in their bodies is not enough to support them to continue flying, so they have to retreat with hatred and slowly fall into the sky, which means that this trip to the cold abyss ended in failure.

Some of these cultivators, who stopped below a hundred feet, felt resentful and tried to gather vitality, use weapons and magic weapons, and wanted to carve their names on the ice wall, but the moment they started, they found that the ice wall was indestructible, extremely strong, and there was no damage at all. , it is difficult to leave a name.

A hundred feet above the ice wall, just as someone began to inscribe the ice wall and leave a name, suddenly a light shone on the ice wall below a hundred feet. come out.

The bright and extreme ice-blue light beams, like the aurora from the starry sky of the outer domain, scattered and converged one by one, gradually forming blocks of words on the ice wall hundreds of meters below!

Xiao Yun was not in a hurry to fly up to make a name, but suddenly saw a dazzling blue light in front of him, like icy blue clouds, blooming on the ice wall, and gradually condensing...

"Those are……"

Xiao Yun was surprised. He saw that on the ice wall below the height of a hundred feet, there were lines of ice blue characters out of thin air, which were completely condensed by the light. They were the names of the monks!
Under the ice wall, next to the valley behind the crowd.

There are many monks who did not come to take the test. They are the guardians of the testers this time. Some are gray-haired, but their cultivation has surpassed the spirit spring level, and there are also young monks who look like boys. They are all waiting here. .

"The ranking is out..."

The old man with pale beard and hair in a green robe, with his sleeves in his hands, said leisurely, with no joy or worry in his eyes.

The boy in red smiled and said: "The rankings are mostly similar every time. In recent years, there have been few juniors with outstanding talents, and they are still the disciples of those big sects..."

"The fairy has passed eight hundred feet!!"

Suddenly, among the crowd who did not participate in the trial, many monks were surprised, looked at the sky in astonishment, and sighed spontaneously when they saw the gradually shrinking red shadow.

"It's less than ten breaths... The fairy's movement is so terrifying!"

"This year should be able to break her record. I remember that last time she left a name on the ice wall with a height of 840 feet. She ranked first among monks of her age at that time, second only to Han Chong, the Daoist of the Holy Martial Sect, ten years ago and at that time. record at her age!"

……

On the ground, Jun Ya squinted her eyes slightly, looked at Tang Xinqi's back, then turned her eyes away, and focused on the disciples of the Great Wilderness Sect.

Suddenly, something came to mind in her mind, and with a trace of surprise in her eyes, she looked towards where the Jun family's team was.

In fact, Jun Ya didn't know about Xiao Yun's disguise as Jun Mo.

When she took the first glance, she saw through Xiao Yun's disguise, but she didn't ask the clansmen, but secretly guessed who the disguised person might be.

Jun Ya noticed that Xiao Yun seemed to be meditating, and after a while, his foot stepped a little, and he soared into the sky in an instant, soaring straight into the sky.

In the vast sea of ​​people, behind the monks who tried their best to keep their names on the high ground, a white figure slowly lifted into the air, flying not too fast.

For the cultivator, this trial of engraving his name on the ice wall is not only a test of short-term explosive power, but also the amount of vitality and the ability to control it delicately.

At a height of three or four hundred feet, this is the area where the most people fall into the air due to the lack of follow-up.

Every time the ice wall rises to a height of one foot, the pressure from the power of the field, the ruthless roar of the surrounding cold wind, and the names of monks who have left behind for an unknown time, all kinds of coercion make everyone more difficult.

Ordinary spiritual spring monks, even in the later stage of cultivation, once they can't control the vitality in their bodies, they can easily be swept away by the icy hurricane blowing against the ice wall, and regrettably fall into the sky.

Even if a monk of Lingquan Dzogchen accidentally strays into the range of the master's name, he will be suppressed by the majestic energy contained in those engravings and become unable to move. In severe cases, he will even be strangled on the spot, leaving no bones left!
"Ah!! I... hate it!!"

In the frozen land, at a very high place, there was a mournful cry that suddenly echoed. It was Qin Hao at an altitude of 890 nine feet.

He was trying his best to move with extreme speed, trying to break into the range of more than nine hundred feet, but he was shocked by the sudden appearance of the Buddha's seal!
Large golden characters appeared on the ice wall, and the Sanskrit sound of chanting sutras was like Huang Zhong Dalu, loud and solemn, and instantly exploded in Qin Hao's mind, making his dantian vibrate, and his breath was extremely chaotic!
Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Qin Hao's mouth, and his body stagnated suddenly.

It was the last chance to sprint, but this accident happened, which made him look livid and extremely frustrated. He gritted his teeth, carved his name, and fell down in the sky angrily.

……

"That young man from ancient Qin couldn't hold on anymore, it's a pity..."

At the back of the valley below, the white-haired old man in green robe stroked his beard and sighed, shaking his head.

"Heh, most of the ancient country's cultivation is like this, it's extremely fragile... Mr. Zhao's juniors are almost the same, and if they go further, they will consume not only their cultivation potential, but also their human effort..."

The boy in red also frowned, shaking his head and sighing.

The white-haired old man said: "The drawbacks of the mental method..."

When he said this, a middle-aged man with a bruised face and black mist surrounding his body came out from the crowd.

As soon as this person appeared, he smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder, which made the boy displeased, and hurriedly avoided, saying: "You poisonous thing, stay away from this seat!"

The middle-aged man was not angry at all, and stood between the two of them, smiling casually, with a sinister smile, and said to himself: "I think that when Lao Zhao became the king and created the Emperor's Heart Sutra, he was a 'crazy' at that time. He is ruthless to himself, and he is also ruthless to his juniors! But in fact, his mentality is full of flaws, and it is really stupid to want to use his juniors to complete his plan..."

The boy in red frowned, and said displeasedly: "Wu Zhenxie, how dare you criticize Mr. Zhao? You are not afraid that the old man will raise his hand and kill you! When he created the method, he went to Donghuang Shenhai to capture a black dragon, and killed him. How dare you in the Hall of Poisons that the monsters of the monster race have refined pure blood medicine?"

(End of this chapter)