Evil Concubine from Heaven: The Amazing Seventh Miss

"It's said that it's a cemetery of great power. You want to die when you're young. Our cultivators have a life span of at least 200 years. It's too early to say this." Su Changle now finally understands why Beilan doesn't want her to follow. Looking from the outside, this is an ordinary iron rope Road, but when you walk on it, you will find that there is something else here. What came into view was a staircase of at least hundreds of floors. The staircase was very steep. On both sides, there were giant snakes spitting fire towards the center. The snake is four or five meters tall, huge, with disgusting mucus on its skin, an inverted triangle on its head, and two green eyes staring at her“ If you don't want to go up, wait for me outside. " Rong Beilan looked at her with his side eyes, and his big palm covered her delicate cheek. Su Changle raised her eyebrows. "It's only a hundred stairs. What can we shrink back?" He raised his lips and sighed, "Le'er, this ladder is not ordinary. Those below the holy ladder will suffer great pain."“ If you don't say it's okay, I really have to go. " Challenge, she is Su Changle's favorite challenge. It's the only way for the holy order. Today she'll have a good look at what the so-called holy order looks like. Rong Beilan knew that what she had decided could not be changed. He took a crimson pill and put it into her mouth. His fingertips raised her lower jaw, and the thin lips covered her ruddy lips. He paused for a moment and moved away a little, "I'm now, you're behind me." Su Changle nodded and looked at Rong Beilan, who stepped up the stairs with him. As soon as she went up the ladder, Su Changle found that the ladder was like a knife that exploited people's spiritual power. She just felt that some of her spiritual power had been pulled out in an instant. I dare say this ladder is intended to drain people's spiritual sea! Su Changle raised his lips and looked back. Behind him was a vast white fog. He couldn't see anything. It doesn't matter. What Su Changle needs most is mental strength. Instead, she should have a good look at how much mental strength will remain after walking a hundred steps. At the beginning, she could easily cope with dozens of ladders, but after the 81st ladder, her physical strength had been exhausted, and she could feel that the spiritual sea was gradually evacuated. My legs are a little soft and it's hard to breathe. It's like you have altitude sickness on the plateau. It's extremely uncomfortable. He looked up at Rong Beilan, who was already standing at the top. His expression was not real. He only knew that he had been standing there waiting for himself. Su Changle bit his teeth and climbed the stairs to avoid the flames from the giant snakes on both sides. When she stepped on the 82nd ladder, the ground was hot and the soles of her feet burned. Su Changle jumped in place and hurriedly took out a Fuyuan pill to eat. After several dry steps, he finally recovered some strength, took a breath and stepped up the eighty-three ladder. Each step behind this has different feelings. The spiritual force in the spiritual sea is still frantically flowing out. The ladder under her feet is like fire or frozen needle, filling her senses. By the time he reached the 90th floor, Su Changle was sweating all over. After looking at the last ten steps, he sat cross legged on the ground for a short rest, closed his eyes and looked at the spiritual sea, he found that the spiritual sea, which had managed to accumulate a lot of spiritual power, was drawn at the bottom. The poor little mental power floated like a lonely boat. Su Changle has a hunch that when she successfully reaches the top, the spiritual sea will really dry up completely.