The moment Fan Zeng stepped on the stone steps that reached the sky, he felt that the whole world was darkened and looked up.

There is only endless darkness in the world and the vicissitudes of life under your feet.

Before Fan Zeng could react, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Cold, weird.

It seems that in any words it is all pale.

Although Fan Zeng could not see his dark cheeks clearly, he was able to confirm that the person in front of him was looking at him.

The man seemed to smile at him, and it was extremely evil.

Fan Zeng couldn't help but fear, as if that fear was growing from the bottom of his heart.

He obviously didn't feel afraid, but fear was like it was rooted in him and could not be discarded.

Just as Fan Zeng was in the middle of thinking, the black shadow came to him in an instant, and his dark hands penetrated hard into his chest.

In an instant, Fan Zeng seemed to feel his fingers squirming in his internal organs.

That is a pain that is enough to make people silent.

The next second, the hands directly cut open his chest.

Fan Zeng seemed to feel his heart slowly slid down his belly.

The feeling of being dismembered enveloped his body.

The black shadow's figure was very fast, from appearance to disappearance,

But under the severe pain that could not be described in words, Fan Zeng lost his voice.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in front of Fan Zeng.

It was still worn out and covered with patches, with a different simplicity and cleanness. The bun was made of a branch that looked like it was cut into itself.

It's Xuandu!

Fan Zeng realized immediately.

At this time, Xuandu looked at Fan Zeng. The blood on his body seemed to be like a broken belly. The scenery seemed to have not scared him at all.

"It's all illusions!"

He just said this in a short time, and then walked forward strode.

The moment Xuandu stepped, another black shadow appeared beside him. Compared to the black shadow in front of Fan Zeng, it was even more dark and evil, as if all the negatives were gathered together.

Seeing it is like witnessing the darkness of the eternal night.

But Xuan Du seemed to have not seen it, allowing the black shadow's hands to penetrate into his chest, and blood gushed.

His steps still did not stop at all.

"Everything is illusory. Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou, who is true and who is false?"

Xuandu's tone was hoarse and dull, and then he walked up to the next step with the black shadow that had his hands splitting open his chest without looking back, as if the black shadow did not exist at all.

On the next step, a dark shadow appeared again, and its hands penetrated into Xuandu's neck with its hands, and blood was like a gushing spring.

But Xuan Du even changed his pace at his feet.

He dragged the black shadows on each platform towards the heights.

No fear, no pause.

Fan Zeng looked at the figure of Xuandu that was leaving and moved his steps.

I am Fan Zeng!

I can't lose!

Fan Zeng slowly moved to the second level with Xuandu's steps.

He used all his strength to chase Xuandu, whom he had agreed to be his opponent.

But it is still difficult to get close to Xuandu.

Although Xuandu told it was illusory, the pain was completely real.

Fan Zeng couldn't figure out why Xuan could ignore such pain.

But in a moment, Xuandu had already reached the eighth step, and at this moment he paused.

Then in the next moment, he slowly walked up the ninth stairs for a hundred years. At this time, nine black shadows were crawling on Xuandu's body. In the bottomless darkness, there were already white bones.

All the blood and flesh were torn apart, just the green bones.

Xuandu's eyes were no longer on the eighth-stage stone staircase.

But the empty eyes still looked at the end in the distance.

It's like watching the eternal pursuit.

Unshakable.

When Xuandu reached the end of the ninth-stage stone staircase, nine black shadows slowly dissipated from him, leaving only a white bone shell.

Xuan Du completely lost his five senses, but he still walked towards the distance with difficulty.

After reaching the tenth level, Xuandu's body recovered instantly, but his five senses were still missing.

The air on the entire step seemed to instantly turn into boiling oil, and the oil wrapped around Xuandu from the inside out seemed to be completely cooked.

At this time, Fan Zeng had already climbed to the sixth floor, and he was trembling all over.

Is the gap that big?

Fan Zeng was a little desperate, but he continued to climb up the stone steps with the figure.

In the eyes of outsiders, no one saw the lush white bones. They just saw the pained figures of everyone swaying on the stone steps.

Xuandu climbed to the fifteenth floor in everyone's eyes before slowly slowing down.

"The person in rags has reached the fifteenth floor."

"Who is he? Does anyone know?"

"It seems like a madman under the rule of Emperor Zhou, who went to the mountains of Mingchuan to seek the Tao all day long."

"Does anyone know what the name is?"

"It seems to be called Xuandu!"

Someone thought about giving this name.

If it weren't for today, no one would have called such a name.

"Who is the man following Xuandu? He has already reached the eighth floor."

"That's Fan Zeng, Ju Lover, he was so surprised, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful."

"It is said that he also answered quite well in the test paper."

"Yesterday, Fan Zeng once and a ragged man in Haikou, saying that they met in Taiyin Academy."

"It's not the two above!"

Everyone was talking.

If it were really the two people above, the phoenix would not live with the birds.

Amid the voices, Li Chunqiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone staircase to the sky, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the worn-out man.

Xuandu?

This name is a bit familiar!

It is rumored that Taishang Laojun has a disciple who is the Grand Master Xuandu.

This is interesting.

A mysterious smile rose from the corner of Li Chunqiu's mouth.

On the top of the ladder, the wind on both sides of the mountain was constantly exchanging, blowing the white tiger's hair and Li Chunqiu's clothes.

The white tiger licked his own claws calmly, occasionally looking at the sentient beings under the corners of his eyes.

Sure enough, only this position is worthy of my identity as the King of Ten Thousand Beasts.

I will take my son to see the scenery tomorrow.

Li Chunqiu, who was standing beside him, had closed his eyes and rested.

What should come will always come, as the gantry that stands above.

He looked quietly and was fine.

At this time, Xuan Du was kneeling on both knees. He had now reached the 30th step of the stone staircase, which was the coldness that was cold through his bones.

He knew he could no longer reach the extreme.

So he raised his head and looked at the extreme figure.
To be continued...