Mortal's journey to immortality

Three hours later, after experiencing thirty-six repeated scenes, the environment in front of him changed. Song Fengyu felt relieved and his face was filled with joy. The illusion array of the first level was about to be broken.

He did not stop for a moment, his mind soaring, and in less than ten breaths, he emerged from a layer of light smoke and mist.

"call."

Song Fengyu faced the howling wind, feeling happy as if "I want to go home with the wind".

Before he knew it, he had reached the top of a big mountain.

There is no one on the top of the mountain. Only a few sparse trees with lush branches and leaves and thick trunks are growing tenaciously in the fight against wind, frost, rain and dew, just like their own tenacity.

Looking around, except for the mountain where you are standing, all directions are shrouded in thick and gloomy clouds.

His intuition told him that the path to the second level was on the cliff in front of him.

Song Mingtang only told him that he had passed the third level, but he never thought that there was the matter of "finding the way" between the levels.

Could it be that the road to the holy mountain is different every time, and only when several people in the same batch go through it together will the road be similar?

Another point is, why is the gatekeeper of this level not here? Where did he go?

Hey, at this point in his thought, he suddenly remembered that, because the road to the Holy Mountain is different every time, this time, he and the gatekeepers of each level on the Holy Mountain Road between Wang Lu and him became a test of "finding the road to the next level."

In this case, I think this "finding the way" stage is full of mysteries and is very difficult.

Song Fengyu's heart tightened, as if facing a powerful enemy, and he took it very seriously.

In fact, what he and Wang Lu didn't know was that Wang Lu's violent attack on the Secret Clan's shadowless and invisible formation angered the Secret Clan, so much so that the Council in Power directly activated the strongest form of the Holy Mountain Road in history.

Not only does the difficulty of each level increase dramatically, the gatekeepers are also very powerful, and there are even checkpoints between levels.

It can be said that Song Fengyu was very lucky to meet Luo Fangzhou, a man of the secret clan who always did his own thing and was arbitrary. He accidentally replaced the gatekeeper with "finding the way to the next level" and became extremely cautious.

If Luo Fangzhou abided by his duties as a gatekeeper and defeated Song Fengyu, Song Fengyu might carelessly fly into the endless clouds and put himself in danger.

In this light, Luo Fangzhou's departure becomes somewhat intriguing.

He seemed to have pointed out the problem to Song Fengyu intentionally or unintentionally.

So, an interesting question arises, how will Song Fengyu find the bluestone mountain road like Wang Road?

Song Fengyu did not move rashly, and his whole body remained motionless.

Half an hour later, suddenly, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to have thought of or grasped something, and his figure became blurred and there was no trace of him.

Wang Lu stepped firmly on the bluestone road.

"Bang!"

The moment he straightened up, a pressure five thousand times heavier came down and hit his body heavily, making a sound of metal colliding.

Five invisible forces locked his head, hands, and feet like five big ropes, and he ran madly as if he was being torn apart by five horses.

Wang Lu laughed and raised his body with strength. "Bang bang bang bang bang", the five ropes broke in an instant, and the five thousand times weight disappeared as his body stood upright.

Of course, on the one hand, the reason why the heavy pressure and tearing force were disintegrated was his powerful and indestructible strength; on the other hand, it was the help that this narrow bluestone road, which was only one foot wide, carried in it to resist the power of heaven and earth.

His strength is secondary, and the power of the bluestone mountain road is the main reason.

This mountain road that stretches across the void and is wrapped in clouds and mist emits a faint green light. The green light forms an arch, transforming into a ten-foot-high passage that firmly protects the bluestone mountain road and resists the endless power of heaven and earth.

The bluestone road stretches as far as the eye can see, and it's unclear where it leads.

A thought came to his mind.

The reason why this road can withstand the power of heaven and earth is because of the green light. Where does the green light come from? It is naturally the bluestone slab of unknown material.

Such a treasure, can I take a piece?

Hey, now is not a good time to pick it up. I’m afraid that if I take down a piece, it will affect the whole body, and in a chain reaction, it will cause the collapse of this void green road, and then the loss will outweigh the gain.

Wang Lu’s eyes were determined, and he disappeared in a flash.

As fast as lightning and as sharp as a knife.

Three thousand one hundred feet per breath.

In a temple hall on the top of the mountain at the end of the second leg, a solemn and dignified old monk with a white beard sat on a cushion, his eyes half-open and half-closed, with a gleam of light.

Behind him stands a tall and majestic sculpture of a military general with furious eyes and holding a delicate six-story pagoda in his right hand.

A formation curtain was hanging in the air in front of the monk. On the curtain, a small black dot was flashing along a straight red line and shooting towards a small red frame.

"Yes, you have accurate judgment, a strong body, and a very fast speed. It has been a long time since I have met such a young strong man. It seems that it is only a matter of time before you break the "Sky Spear" formation. Since you are so strong, I will not interfere. It is best to keep you in perfect condition."

After the old monk finished muttering, he pointed at the curtain and "crash". The curtain slowly closed and disappeared with a "whoosh".

At the same time, a young man with a sinister face, eyes like a lone wolf, and black eyebrows that made people afraid snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "Xiuyuan, don't think I don't know what you are up to. You want to dominate this person, but I'm afraid you don't have such a big stomach, you will be stuffed to death."

The man vented his anger, then calmed down and looked at the clouds and mist in the sky, not knowing what to think.

This bluestone road is very long, but no matter how long a road is, it has an end.

Three hours later, the end of the bluestone road was connected to a large one-story red building that was constantly shrinking and expanding rapidly and looked very strange.

Wang Lu stopped at the last bluestone slab on the road. He slowly turned around and squatted down. He seemed to have no interest in the mysterious red house that was growing and shrinking at high speed half a step behind him, let alone being afraid or not.

He stared intently at this last piece of bluestone slab, which was round and fifty miles long.

Why so long?

Wang Lu guessed that the secret tribe must have thought that someone would want to take down the bluestone slab, so they laid down such a bluestone slab that was fifty miles long at the end of the road.

Could it be that bluestone is really a kind of natural treasure, and a more precious one?

Wang Lu’s heart was burning with anger. Yes, yes, otherwise it would be completely inexplicable why the secret tribe would go to so much trouble to design such a thing.

Talking about the design, it is almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

Since I joined the secret clan, the most common thing I have seen is bluestone slabs. More means more ordinary.

However, is this really the case?

Obviously, this is not the case.

According to his observation, the length of each piece was almost the same, as if they were carved from the same mold, all three feet and three inches.

Why did the Secret Clan deliberately create small pieces of bluestone that were three feet and three inches long on the fifty-mile-long bluestone? If it weren't for Xue Tong's insight, even he would have been deceived and mistakenly believed that the last piece under his feet was three feet and three inches long.

In fact, it is fifty miles long.

So, why did the secret tribe design this last piece to be fifty miles long?

Ah.

The answer is very simple. I’ve already said it. It’s because I’m afraid someone will take it away.

So, aren’t you afraid that the penultimate three-foot-three-inch bluestone will be pried away?