The peaks are like blades.

Zhang Jiao looked up at the sword mountain in front of him, and saw that the mountain peak in front of him seemed to be composed of countless swords, axes and halberds. There were weapons swaying and erected in a straight line. They were long or short, new or old, and had different shapes. The only similarity was that the sharp blades were exposed outwards.

The cold light flashed, and even the eyes that looked over seemed to be about to be split.

Zhang Jiao looked at this dangerous mountain that could never appear in reality and subconsciously took a breath. The cold yin energy mixed with the unique sharpness of the sharp blade immediately rushed towards him.

From his mouth and nose to his lungs, he suddenly felt a cold and yin energy with a smell of steel rushed in, as if a sharp razor blade was stuffed into his mouth, causing the corners of his eyes to twitch.

pain!

Heart-wrenching pain!

He subconsciously touched his cheeks, and saw traces of knife-cutting on the touched skin. Drops of blood slowly oozing out from these invisible wounds, flowing constantly. These subtle wounds could not condense and heal themselves.

"Two mages, please start. The king has been waiting in the main hall of the peak for a long time."

The ghost judge on the side began to urge him. Although he spoke with a smile on his face, his expression was full of gloomy, which seemed to be the two of them that they would take action if they didn't take action.

The monk beside him immediately took action when he saw this. He made a run-up move, lowered his body, and suddenly jumped out of nearly four or five meters away. Then, at the edge of the mountain full of sharp blades, he grabbed a protruding blade, exerted force at the same time on his waist and arms, and jumped up like an old ape in the mountains.

The body of Luohan's golden liquid was poured down, and the blade on the sword mountain made waves of gold and iron clashing, and it seemed that sparks were bursting out.

"Are you not starting yet, this mage?"

Seeing that the monk began to act, the Ghost Judge immediately looked at Zhang Jiao, and black and purple patterns appeared on his smiling face.

Zhang Jiao had no choice but to walk towards the sword mountain ahead.

The sword mountain is full of sharp blades, and there is no road for walking at all. If you want to reach the top of the mountain, you can only pass through these sharp blades like rock climbing, but this method is not suitable for him.

Zhang Jiao did not intend to feel the sharpness of these sharp blades. Gray white aura continued to seep out of his facial features, and these auras spread forward like heavy fog.

He stepped out and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The gray fog that filled the mountain of Knife quickly condensed into a line, spreading straight towards the top of the mountain.

Looking up from the bottom of the mountain, I saw a gray-white smoke on the Dao Mountain flashing with cold light, like the smoke from a farmer's chimney, rising rapidly along the surface of the Dao Mountain, and soon I was about to catch up with the monk who set out first.

The Ghost Judge looked at the two climbing up with a smile, without showing any dissatisfaction, as if he had no objection to Zhang Jiao's method of climbing to the sword mountain.

In the gray fog, Zhang Jiao's figure appeared faintly. With every step he took, he would go in and out of the outside world for dozens of meters away. The sharp blades densely spread on the Knife Mountain seemed like phantoms, allowing Zhang Jiao to pass through them without any substantial contact.

In just a few breaths, he had already left the monk far behind, but there was no excitement on his face, but instead became more and more solemn.

The blood-colored hexagram in his eyes was constantly changing, but he couldn't figure out where the danger came from. There was no warning, but the sense of danger in the face of great danger became stronger and stronger.

The pen fairy in the stimulating body was constantly restless.

On the wound that was cut by the sharp energy on the sword mountain, the blood that oozed out drippingly wriggled into twisted blood words such as evil, danger, death, and destruction.

Zhang Jiao subconsciously slowed down his pace of progress, looking for places where danger might occur, and inadvertently, he looked down.

I saw that the foot of Daoshan had disappeared. A huge, one-horned evil ghost opened its mouth and let the blade cut it with blood. He frantically chewed up from the foot of Daoshan, like eating ice cream.

Whenever it bites it, the entire sword mountain will be shorter. In just a moment, it will eat up all the foot of the mountain, as if it feels Zhang Jiao's gaze.

The seven eyes closed on the evil ghost's head suddenly opened, and his scarlet gaze passed through the gray fog, which happened to meet Zhang Jiao's eyes.

Zhang Jiao instantly understood the meaning in the eyes of the evil ghost.

"Escape quickly, I'm coming."

Looking at the evil ghost's head that was constantly chewing upwards, Zhang Jiao finally understood why there was no time limit for the second level.

He turned around and looked at the steep and sharp sword mountain ahead, and immediately made a decision.

Since the road is broken, then fight again. If it really doesn't work, give up the task and choose to quit. This is also his last trump card that he has always dared to commit suicide.

After all, he was still very interested in the contents of the Fengdu Master Association.

Move as soon as you say it.

The gray mist spread out again under his feet. Zhang Jiao was in a position that rose a lot while breathing. However, the sense of danger in the dark became stronger and stronger. The blood-colored words condensed on him were blurred and turned into a pool of blood and dripped continuously.

Zhang Jiao ignored it. Just as he was passing through a cliff, a single-sided blade was about three feet and seven inches long, and the end was made into a Rakshasa head. Suddenly, it popped out of the sword mountain and slashed towards his head.

The incident happened suddenly. Even though he was on guard, he still didn't react. The Rakshasa ghost knife was like a hot knife cutting butter. In an instant, it slashed directly from his heavenly spirit cover to his hips, and then fell down and inserted into the sword mountain.

Zhang Jiao was in place for a moment. He stared at the Rakshasa ghost sword inserted into the sword mountain. There was no scar on his body, as if the sword was touched by the ghost creature in front.

Like other sharp blades, they cannot cause real damage to him.

He stayed there, looked up at the mountaintop that was still far away, and then looked at the head of the evil ghost that was constantly chewing upwards. All the thoughts and thoughts in his heart suddenly disappeared, and endless sense of emptiness filled his entire heart.

"Oh! What can I do if I climb up? I have to pass the level later. What can I do if I pass it again? At most, I will complete the task. I don't know if it can solve the troubles on me. Even if it can be solved, it will be really boring to live."

At this moment, an invisible sense of crisis spread throughout his body, and the hexagram in his eyes could no longer be maintained, completely collapsed into blood, and then slid from the corners of his eyes like tears.

Zhang Jiao seemed to have not felt it. He was stunned and complained as if he was still in the same place as Xianglin Sao. Suddenly, he felt that he had no goal or any interest in living.

He looked at the head of the evil ghost that was constantly chewing on it, and suddenly he had no meaning in his life for more than 20 years. It would be better to die like this.

The evil ghost's head was getting closer and closer, and Zhang Jiao stood there like this, his eyes were empty and his face was waiting for it to be eaten by it.

However, the two evil spirits in his body did not want to be swallowed up like this. They naturally hoped that Zhang Jiao would die, and then he would take over his remaining body and complete the ritual of ghost control people. Instead of burying the ghost below with him like now.

The gray mist began to spread and was about to take him away, but Zhang Jiao did not move at all, but instead continued to resist the power of the evil ghosts in his body. Since the dominance is now in his hands, for a moment, the two evil spirits in his body could not shake his will and left here with his body.

Zhang Jiao stood there, quietly waiting for his death...

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from his heart.

"Pride, come up quickly."

Zhang Jiao suddenly heard that it was his mother's voice, but he ignored it and didn't even want to answer.

But I never thought that another familiar voice sounded, "What are you still standing there for? You can't come up."

Zhang Jiao ignored him, although he had heard it a long time ago, it was his father's voice.

He stood there quietly like a piece of wood, ignoring the sound in his heart.

However, more and more familiar voices joined in.

"Come on, come on."

"It's so noisy! Please let me die quietly?" Zhang Jiao raised his head and suddenly found that at some point, there were still more and more figures around him who had already surrounded him.

Their faces and their voices are very familiar to them.

Parents and brothers, grandparents, relatives and friends, teachers and classmates, neighbors, girls who have secretly loved, enemies who have fought, even those who have liked team stars and passers-by who have met once appeared in front of them, countless

A messy voice said to himself.

"Zhang Jiao, stop being idle, come up quickly."

"Come up, everyone is waiting for you."

Gradually, these different voices slowly formed a sentence.

"Zhang Jiao, come up quickly."

Zhang Jiao's empty eyes gradually became mechanical amid these shouts.

A sentence kept repeating.

"I'll come."

"I'll come."

He was originally staying there and suddenly took action. With their efforts, the gray-white ghost shot straight from half of the waist of the Daoshan with their efforts.

The speed was so fast that it was hard to see the slightest shadow. The originally unattainable sword mountain was quickly trampled by him as the ghost monster spread with all its strength.

Zhang Jiao stood at the top of a mountain like a spear tip, muttering mechanically, "I'm here, I'm here."

On the top of his head, his hair, which was originally as white as a few white hair, was now completely white, and he obviously paid a lot.

In the hall of the Ghost Crested in Fengdu.

One of the ghosts and gods, who were three feet tall, had iron faces and red hairs, and had eyes that looked like copper bells, suddenly burst into laughter wildly.

"Interesting, interesting, and really interesting. This person who was cut by the lonely ghost knife could actually coax himself to escape from the realm of silence. The mages on earth can always give the Lord some new tricks. Haha."

In His temple, countless voices of men, women, young and old were immediately mixed together and his laughter rang out.

“Haha, it’s fun and fun.”

"Is that so? Do you think it's interesting, do you?" The ghost and god who were laughing wildly suddenly stopped smiling. His eyes swept across the empty hall like a copper bell, and his face instantly turned from joy to anger.

"Then why are there only a few mages here to celebrate my birthday this time? Ghost judges come to tell me about the orphans, how many people will be there to celebrate my birthday in that Fengdu mage."

The figure of the Ghost Judge immediately appeared in the hall. He bowed to the feet of the Ghost God, and said with a flattering smile on his face, "King, there were 217 wizards participating in my term."

The ghost and god were furious when they heard this, "Why are only these people participating this time? How did you do this??"

The ghost and god in rage grabbed the extremely small ghost judge in front of him with one palm, and burst into pieces.
Chapter completed!