Emperor of the Heavens

Chapter 60 Xiaoling Mountain (new book delivery, please collect)

"The spiritual path trial is over here. The top [-] on the leaderboard will follow me, and the rest will naturally be led out of this place in a later time."

Old man Zhuo looked at the cracks in the barrier above his head and felt a little headache. He thought that it would take several years to repair these cracks.

Thinking of this, old man Zhuo glanced at Wang Jinglong who was still a little weak from the corner of his eye, and a doubt rose in his eyes.

It is unheard of for a cultivator in the early stage of the seventh level of spiritual veins to be able to display the power enough to destroy the barrier of the spiritual path. He has lived for nearly a hundred years.

Wang Jinglong and the others slowly followed behind the old man, walking towards another strange space linking this spiritual path.

About half an hour later, Wang Jinglong and others came to a strange place.

In this space, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, full of vitality, soft and pure spiritual power is coming, a group of cultivators are also involuntarily running their spiritual arts, sitting cross-legged on the green field, absorbing this pure spiritual power.

However, after only absorbing it for a while, everyone stopped absorbing it immediately, because the absorbed spiritual power did not stay in their spiritual sea, but permeated in the limbs and bones, and began to heal their injuries .

Wang Jinglong was the first to stand up from the group of cultivators. With such pure spiritual power from the outside world and the overflowing power from the holy spirit world, his injuries recovered in a very short time.

Looking around, Wang Jinglong saw Mi Xiaonan who was at the end of the line. She was still affected by the previous spiritual change, her clothes were covered with dust, and she was a little embarrassed.

Not long after, Xu Ning, who was ranked second on the ranking list, also stood up and looked at Wang Jinglong with some hostility.

Originally, with his strength, it would not be difficult to keep Mi Xiaonan out of the top [-], but Wang Jinglong actually helped her break through to the late stage of the seventh level of spiritual veins, and it was too late to suppress her.

So he developed a bit of hostility towards Wang Jinglong.

As everyone stood up slowly, nine mountains began to appear in front of them. Mountain roads and steps emerged, which looked extremely miraculous under the strong spiritual power.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a big river with spiritual power churning like a substance. On the river, there are five single-plank bridges that can only pass one person. Under the attack of spiritual power, they are crumbling.

"If you want to get close to Lingshan, you must cross this bridge first!"

Zhuo old man looked at the crowd and said expressionlessly.

After a while, several gusts of cold wind rose from above the river and suddenly blew towards everyone.

Wang Jinglong only felt the biting cold wind blowing towards his face, which made him lean back slightly. After a while, the chill was gone, and he felt refreshed.

On the other hand, other cultivators were not as calm as Wang Jinglong. Except for a few people who were frowning to resist the chill, quite a few of them even directly activated the Spirit Art.

"what"

A scream suddenly sounded, and then a young voice was blasted out, and fell to pieces.

"Hmph, if Xiaoling Mountain is so easy to go up, then there is no need for the Spiritual Path Trial."

Zhuo old man looked at the cultivator who was sent flying out, and said coldly.

With the lessons learned from the previous cultivator, all the cultivators showed incomparable dignity on their faces, and there was no previous contempt.

Wang Jinglong, Xu Ning and others walked towards the single-plank bridges. The closer they got to the bridges, the slower the speed of the cultivators behind them.

Because the closer you get to the bridge, the more severe the cold wind will be. Except for the practitioners who are at the eighth level of spiritual veins and a few cultivators at the later stage of the seventh level of spiritual veins, they can barely keep up with Wang Jinglong and the others. The rest take a break every few steps forward.

"I'd like to see how far you can last with your strength at the seventh stage of the spiritual vein?"

Facing Wang Jinglong who won the first place in his spiritual path trial list, although Xu Ning didn't understand why he was able to keep a distance of half a body from himself, and walked towards the single-plank bridge calmly.

However, Xu Ning firmly believed that with Wang Jinglong's strength in the early stage of the seventh level of the spiritual vein, he would never go too far. As long as Wang Jinglong could not pass the single-plank bridge, then his top spot in the spiritual path trial ranking would be reduced to a joke.

The single-plank bridge is about five feet long, but only one foot wide.

After approaching, everyone discovered that the reason why this place looks so chilly is that there are several dense spiritual power storms permeating the surface of the river.

The five single-plank bridges swayed back and forth in the storm, giving people the feeling that they might be blown down the river at any time.

"It seems that you will not be the first person to step on this single-plank bridge!"

Looking at Wang Jinglong with a sneer on his face, Xu Ning took a step forward, ready to climb the bridge.

Xu Ning's steps were extremely slow. Every time he took a step forward, he would stop for a while, and then move forward again after the wooden boards on the bridge under his feet stopped shaking.

It wasn't until Xu Ning walked more than halfway that he activated the spiritual power in his body to control the single-plank bridge that swayed back and forth. His clothes fluttered under the storm of spiritual power, but this did not affect Xu Ning's progress. The slightest hindrance.

After a while, Xu Ning stepped across the single-plank bridge safely, looked at the opposite side with a proud face, his eyes were full of disdain, and then turned and walked towards the first Xiaoling Mountain.

Suddenly, on the third single-plank bridge next to him, a cultivator at the late stage of the seventh level of spiritual veins fell into the air, and fell into the river, and was swallowed by the river in an instant, leaving no bones left.

"It seems that if you want to climb this Little Spirit Mountain, you have to do what you can. No matter how extraordinary your combat power is, your strength is still far behind!"

In the words, there was a sense of ridicule towards Wang Jinglong's delay in crossing the single-plank bridge.

He didn't answer, but Wang Jinglong showed an indifferent look on his face.

The next moment, Wang Jinglong boarded the precarious single-plank bridge in full view, and walked forward without haste.

The spiritual storm under the bridge was still violently anti-rolling, but Wang Jinglong on the bridge was not affected at all, even his clothes didn't fluctuate in the slightest, and he walked towards the other side of the single-plank bridge without any pressure.

When Wang Jinglong's figure stood at the foot of the opposite mountain, everyone who hadn't crossed the bridge showed deep shock, especially the person who had spoken rudely to Wang Jinglong before, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his face was blue. White for a while.

In fact, this single-plank bridge has nothing to do with the realm of the cultivator. It has strict requirements on the purity of spiritual power in the cultivator's body and the control of spiritual power.

"It seems that this kid's potential is indeed extraordinary, but the old man is also a little curious about the power in his body that can tear apart the barrier."

After seeing Wang Jinglong stepping across the single-plank bridge so easily, the old man Zhuo who presided over this level also nodded secretly, "I hope he can break into a few more spiritual mountains."

(End of this chapter)