"There are so many years of strong people in the small realm? In the past, it was rare to have such a person!" Someone couldn't help but sigh.

"This era is different. I heard from a living fossil in the master that this life may be another life with the opportunity to live forever, and there will be prosperity beyond the past. Therefore, the luck of each domain will be concentrated on several people, and each domain will produce extraordinary strong people!"

"Is it? Lucky added?" someone exclaimed, "As luck accumulated over the years, it will be favored by heaven and earth!"

"You will know this era. There were such strong people in the small domain in the past. But now every domain has a youth supreme level, especially these people seem to have hit 80% of the mountain, but there was no such thing before!" Someone sighed.

Everyone is silent. This is indeed a colorful era. Being born in the same era as so many geniuses may make people sad.

Zhou Ze failed to try to fusion the striae bones in succession, and blood was sprayed out of his mouth. This scene made many people unable to help but talk.

"He can't do it anymore, the pressure makes him vomit blood!"

"Forcibly, it will only hurt the fundamentals!"

"This guy is looking for death and can't go up again!"

Su Daier and Sheng Chanyin also frowned. Zhou Ze was too abnormal. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be unable to bear such pressure. Only Sanzu Jinwu and others who knew the inside story did not take this seriously.

"It seems that it is really not suitable for fusion of the bones, so you have to find another way!" Zhou Ze sighed, and gave up the idea of ​​fusion of the bones. He began to climb up as well.

After Zhou Ze followed the little novice monk, his steps suddenly became steady and he climbed up step by step.

The higher he climbed, the fewer and fewer people were. What surprised Zhou Ze was that the Saint-Hand Farmer could actually keep up with the footsteps of the Three-legged Golden Crow. This made Zhou Ze curious about what kind of opportunity the Ninth Elder gave the Saint-Hand Farmer to make his strength reach this level.

You must know that the Holy Son of Huangji has fallen behind him at this time, and they are afraid that they will have no hope of climbing Mount Bachang.

Zhou Ze climbed up steadily, which also alarmed the others: "Hey! Why did he suddenly change someone else!"

"No way, I vomited blood just now. Why did it become so fast at this time?"

"Can you become stronger after vomiting blood?" Everyone was extremely surprised and looked at Zhou Ze curiously.

Only Concubine Yu and the Three-legged Golden Crow sighed at the same time. Zhou Ze finally failed. Is his bones so difficult to merge together?

Although Zhou Ze and the little novice monks walked slowly, they walked very steadily. The higher they went, the slower they slowed down. The teenagers of the demon clan and the Western Regions were also very difficult.

When they were about to enter Bazhong, these people were already sweating profusely. Even Su Daier and Sheng Chanyin had no intention of fighting again at this time, and they focused on stabilizing their souls to climb up.

Sheng Chanyin and Su Daier first reached the position of Bazhong Mountain, followed by the Three-legged Golden Crow and Yu Fei. Then there were the demon clan boys, the novice monks in the Western Regions and the young supreme emperors in two small domains. The holy farmer was still behind them, and then several people from the small domain climbed Bazhong Mountain.

However, the Holy Son of Huangji was only a few meters away from Baqian Mountain. He could no longer hold on and could only sit cross-legged and practice. However, seeing his continuous tempering of his soul, he should be able to climb Baqian Mountain in a while.

At 80% of the mountain, whether it was Su Daier or Sheng Zenyin, they sat cross-legged, began to feel themselves, and constantly honed their own souls.

Bazheng Mountain has a strange force, which pulls out countless filths of the soul. They take this opportunity to exercise. Although they cannot really train the soul to be flawless and pure, they can at least improve themselves a lot.

Even people born in Sheng Chanyin cannot resist such temptation.

Zhou Ze and Xiaoxiaomi climbed Mount Bazhong together, and there were also the Emperor's Holy Son and the Wuliang Holy Son. After honing their souls, they still climbed Mount Bazhong.

But just as soon as he got on the ground, he was pressed by this pressure and quickly sat cross-legged and practiced.

Zhou Ze climbed the Bazhong Mountain and felt his head rushing, as if a divine power hit his soul, and his whole body was empty, extremely empty.

This feeling made him very comfortable, which was really a kind of comfortable baptism like the empty light of all things. No wonder others said that this is the holy place for baptizing the soul of the human being.

This kind of baptism is indeed not as good as even if you eat ten magical medicines. This is a fortune!

Zhou Ze did not deliberately practice and temper his soul. He drove Nirvana, used the power of Nirvana to erase those impurities, and constantly improved his own Zishen power.

He could not merge the bones of the sea, so he didn't need to deliberately sharpen the fusion of the soul and the bones of the sea.

Zhou Ze stood here, looking at the stone mountain, and found that there was a huge stone tablet on this 80% mountain, with huge palm prints on it.

These palm prints are very large, and the Taoist rhyme penetrates out. Zhou Ze looked at them from afar and felt a pressure.

"Is this the palm print left by those practitioners who came here before?" Zhou Ze was extremely curious and looked directly at him.

But he didn't look for it for long before he felt a murderous intent locking in this direction. Zhou Ze was surprised and thought to himself who would kill him?

However, when he looked over, he realized that it was the murderous intent revealed by the novice monks in the Western Regions. However, the murderous intent was not aimed at Zhou Ze, but the little novice monk who knelt step by step next to him.

Zhou Ze was curious and thought to himself what this guy wanted to do?

The novice monk in the Western Regions quickly gave him the answer, but he turned into a claw and suddenly grabbed the novice monk hard. Although the blow had not exploded, the strength of his body was enough to penetrate the novice monk's head.

The little novice monk never thought that someone was going to kill him. He was just standing up and preparing for the next step, and his face turned pale. He looked at the novice monk in Western Regions in horror, watching his claws keep growing in his eyes.

And at this moment of despair, he felt a hand suddenly grabbing the robe on his back, and suddenly dragging him back, and then he only heard a collision sound.

The Western Regions monks who took action against him were shocked and took several steps back, staring at someone with gloomy eyes.

The little novice monk then realized that a young man was standing in front of him, and had just put down his hand holding his cassock, and his other hand hit the other party.

"What does this mean by donor Zhou?" The novice monk from the Western Regions stared at Zhou Ze and said, "I don't care about you robbing our secret technique of the Scramble Seal, but if you block my killing, you will be a little meddling."

Zhou Ze looked at the novice monk in the Western Regions and smiled: "It is rumored that Western Regions Buddhism likes to save all living beings and never kills animals easily, but he didn't expect that even his disciples would attack. This really surprised me!"

"He is a demon!" The shady monk from the Western Regions looked at Zhou Ze, "Killing him is to eliminate the demon!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I was once called Xie You on Jiuyou Cliff. Evil Demons are one, so I can't watch you kill him!" Zhou Ze smiled at the shady monks in the Western Regions.

"Last time, I used a conspiracy to seize my secret technique. Since I had to meddle in other people's business, let's settle the new and old accounts together!" The novice monk from the Western Regions stared at Zhou Ze, and his murderous intention became even more fierce.

Zhou Ze smiled and said, "Last time I captured you, I used the Buddhist heart seal to exchange your life. If I captured you this time, what do you think will be better for your life?"

Zhou Ze ignored the novice monks in the Western Regions and did not want to fight with him here. He looked at the little novice monk behind him and let go of his hand.

"Thank you for the donor!" The little shaman put his hands together and bowed to Zhou Ze, his eyes clear.

Zhou Ze looked over with his eyes. The little shami lips were red and her teeth were white, her eyes were clear and vivid, and her pinkness made people feel the desire to pinch her. However, when she thought of this thought, Zhou Ze couldn't help but shivered.

"Damn! When will my taste become like this? Even the man wants to pinch it!"

Zhou Ze shook his head fiercely, but when his eyes fell on his red lips and white teeth, his heart that wanted to pinch his face again. This made Zhou Ze curse, and he quickly took a few steps back and said to the little shakimi, "Well, keep crawling, don't worry, no one will kill you!"

"Thank you, donor!" Xiao Shami bowed and said. Her pink look made Zhou Ze reach out to his hand. He forced himself to suppress his outstretched hand.

The little shaman still looked like that, and he knelt and bowed and continued to go up. The shaman in the Western Regions was full of murderous intentions, but he could only endure it when Zhou Ze looked at him with a smile. He had the confidence to compete with Zhou Ze, but Zhou Ze also had a three-legged golden crow and a star soul saint around him, and they would definitely not be able to beat him.

The little novice monk knelt and bowed, and kept climbing the stone mountain. His speed was still as if the stone mountain did not bring him a trace of pressure.

At this time, even Su Daier and Sheng Chanyin changed their expressions and looked straight at the little novice monk. They knew very well how difficult it was to do this.

After thinking about it, they also began to move upwards. The three-legged golden crow naturally followed, and Yu Fei and the three-legged golden crow were together. As for the others, few people could continue to move upwards.

Zhou Ze glanced at them and did not follow them to continue to move upwards, but looked at the palm prints on the stone tablet. He walked towards it.

There are not many palm prints on the stone tablet, only more than ten. But each hand print exudes a sharp Taoist rhyme, turning into sharp swords, directly piercing through the human soul.

Someone also looked at the stone tablet. The Holy Son of Huangji stood in front of the stone tablet and looked for a long time and said, "Every palm carries the mystery of a cultivator!"

Zhou Ze glanced at the Holy Son of Huangji and said, "It's very extraordinary! The mystery of each palm is very powerful. Even if you look at it from a distance, you can feel the sharp killing aura in it, which is difficult for ordinary young supreme to show!"

"Since we are here, how can we leave a palm here for future generations to look at?" Huangji Saint Son looked at Zhou Ze and smiled.

Zhou Ze didn't say anything, he just looked at the stone tablet.

The Holy Son of Huangji didn't say much, and walked towards the stone tablet, then drove the mystery, showing a vast momentum, and the soul vibrated and pressed his palm towards the stone tablet.

"boom"

He pressed his palm on the body of the Emperor's Holy Son. The Emperor's Holy Son was directly shaken out, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out of his mouth. He even took dozens of steps to stabilize his figure.

The stone tablet pressed by the Holy Son of Huangji is now intact and there is no trace left on it.

"Huh?" This scene attracted a lot of people, even though Su Daier and Sheng Chanyin came over.

"Not everyone can leave traces on this stone tablet!" Zhou Ze said to Huangji Shengzi, "Look at the palm print at the bottom, the handprint is very shallow, but the mystery contained in it is boundless, as if it is a ferocious beast in the sea, and it is terrifying and roaring out. I realized this mystery with my soul and instantly wiped out my soul. Such a mystery only leaves a shallow handprint!"

This sentence made them all look at the stone tablet. Only then did they realize that each palm print on the stone tablet was really terrifying, especially those very deep handprints. They felt their heartbeats accelerated when they looked at it.

"I understand, no wonder there are not many people who can climb Bayuan Mountain from ancient times to the present. However, there are so many people who can climb Bayuan Mountain on our trip. It seems that there are not few people who can climb Bayuan Mountain, but few people who can leave their marks here!" said the saint farmer, "This stone mountain has existed for so many years, and our generation has come up so many people from ancient times to the present. But there are only more than ten handprints, and these people are the real best!"

Many people agreed with the explanation of the Holy Hand Farmer. The Holy Son of Huangji regulated his breathing and blood, looked at the stone tablet, and then said, "I can't do it, I can't leave a handprint on this stone wall!"

While speaking, he used his mystery again, his soul trembled, his whole body fit, and then he pressed towards the stone tablet.

"boom"

The Holy Son of Huangji was shaken away again, and blood was leaking from his mouth again, but he still did not leave a trace.

"This is impossible! This is impossible!" The Emperor's Holy Son believed that he was strong enough. He kept breaking through the limits. It was difficult to find opponents among his peers. Even if he met the young supreme of ancient times, he still had the power to fight.

But reality made him unacceptable. He didn't even leave a trace. Looking at the more than ten palm prints on the stone tablet, is it that he is so far apart from them?

Many people are also silent and have always felt that they are excellent enough. But at this time, they realize that this world is far from what their eyes can see.

There have not been too many people who have entered the Shenhuang Road from ancient times to the present, but just like that, more than ten people left their palm prints. So how many amazing people have appeared in this world.

"It turns out that we have nothing to be proud of. We always thought we could be comparable to ancient talent. But we never thought that there was still a gap!"

Someone was hit hard, but he was unwilling to see the stone tablet, so he stepped forward and pushed the mysterious Yi down frantically, trying to press out a handprint.

But the result is different from the Emperor's Holy Son. They were directly shocked and bleeding from their mouths.

One person after another wanted to create miracles, but no matter who it was, they all ended in failure. The saint-handed farmer could not stop the competing with the ancient and modern talent, and also tried to leave a palm print.

When he pressed his palm, what was surprising was that he pressed a handprint. But the cashier did not last long and returned to its original state. He was still shocked and vomited blood.

None of the people in the group succeeded.

"I'll do it!" The three-legged golden crow didn't care about climbing up at this time, and walked down and looked at the stone tablet excitedly.
Chapter completed!