I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

He followed the dim light above his head and looked towards the side wall.

Not far from him, he saw all kinds of terrifying torture instruments leaning against the wall: heavy chains, sharp axes, spiked whips...and these were just the basics.

And on these torture instruments, there are endless traces of blood.

At this moment, Ye Yan looked just like the King of Hell who was in charge of the eighteen levels of hell.

Seeing him like this, his subordinates couldn't help but tremble slightly, and panic surged in their hearts.

He buried his head a little deeper in fear, and spoke to Ye Yan with his hands clasped.

"The Kunlun Mountains may not be safe, and the Holy Lord has just entered and has been targeted. Now the mountains and forests are full of assassins chasing him. Do I need to help?"

After thinking for a long time, Ye Yan shook his head and stretched out his hand to stop him.

"No, this is his own path. If you help him, he won't be able to help him if he encounters the same danger in the future."

"Yes."

"Go down."

As soon as Ye Yan uttered the last word, the subordinate obediently retreated from the room.

When the door was closed, the room was once again filled with a suffocating feeling of being unable to breathe.

Looking at the water droplets slowly flowing down the wall due to the humidity, Ye Yan was lost in thought for a moment, thinking of the time when he taught Mingchuan in the mountains.

After a long time, he sighed softly and shook his head gently.

"Xiaochuan, you must come alive and find Master..."

……

Kunlun Mountains.

Mingchuan walked for a whole day and night without feeling tired at all. He felt as relaxed and comfortable as a mountain elf.

The spiritual energy from all directions continuously gathered towards his body, treating his body as a bottomless container and pouring in uncontrollably.

He secretly circulated the Nine Dragons Cloud Sky Technique in his body, using the spiritual energy to warm the two forces in his body. It was as if something was completely opened up in his mind, and his vision and body senses gradually became clearer.

Unfortunately, after walking for so long, Mingchuan was still circling at the foot of the mountain. It seemed as if there was an invisible barrier in front of him, isolating him outside the mountain. No matter how hard he tried to move up the mountain, he could not find the correct entrance or exit.

Looking at the mountain in front of him, Mingchuan didn't feel physically tired, but he did feel a little mentally tired.

Dabian stopped, found a clean stone to sit on, took the water from his bag, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank it directly into his mouth.

It was estimated to be past eight in the morning. The sky was bright overhead and birds were chirping from time to time in the woods. In the gurgling stream beside, golden fish were jumping out of the water. Their determined appearance was like a carp leaping over the dragon's gate, determined to swim upstream to a higher place.

Seeing this, Mingchuan chuckled, "You want to become a god too?"

The fish did not answer him, but instead continued to swim upstream by swinging its tail even harder.

But after a while, it disappeared from Mingchuan's sight. I wonder if it sank to the bottom of the river.

Mingchuan exhaled a breath of foul air, retracted his gaze, looked at the road ahead and sighed: "Luckily I got here early, this mountain is really not for human beings to climb."

After taking a short rest, he was about to stand up and continue looking for the correct way up the mountain when he suddenly heard a rustling sound in the bushes beside him.

Mingchuan stopped vigilantly and looked in that direction suddenly, but the bushes that were sparse just now had returned to tranquility in a moment.

Moreover, the recovery of that period of silence was very strange, without any pre-swing.

After observing carefully for a while, there was no sound. Mingchuan thought it might be an animal in the jungle, so he ignored it and continued walking forward.

But the more he walked up the mountain, the more he felt that something was wrong behind him, as if a presence was following him not far away.

I didn't feel this aura last night, I just discovered it suddenly.

But this aura didn't seem to want to kill him directly.

Weird.

Mingchuan was cautious and glanced back several times, but he didn't see the owner of the breath, so he simply ignored it for the time being.

As he walked further up, the spiritual energy in his body had reached a certain level, so he stopped absorbing it. Mingchuan's steps became heavier, and the air around him had a certain pressure, as if squeezing towards him little by little.

Every time Mingchuan took a step, it felt as if a thousand-pound millstone was hanging under his feet.

However, when he was practicing in the mountains with his master, he also ran around with heavy objects hanging on his feet, so Mingchuan could still accept it.

But the more he walked in the new direction, the heavier the heavy pressure he felt. It seemed as if countless people were tied up on his shoulders, head, and waist. It seemed as if thousands of hands were reaching out from the ground, constantly pulling at his body and clothes, and pushing him deeper into the depths!

Mingchuan gritted his teeth. To save energy, he simply shook his whole body, quickly shaking off the pressure on his body, and took two steps forward!

After stepping onto it, not only did his body not feel any lighter, but the moment he landed, the soles of his feet seemed to be stuck with glue, and he was almost unable to lift them up!

Mingchuan was secretly shocked and looked up. Only then did he realize that he had always thought he was circling at the bottom of the mountain, but in fact he had climbed up a lot without realizing it.

However, there was no spiritual energy to assist him on this journey upwards, and it all depended on his body's ability to withstand pressure!

But he also discovered a benefit.

Under such high pressure, he felt the owner of the breath behind him.

The person behind him was just like him, unable to adapt to the sudden intensity and unable to suppress his breath for a while.

Mingchuan grinned grimly, and when he turned around he saw him trying to hide himself in the jungle in a panic.

"Don't hide, I saw you."

Just with this one glance, Mingchuan felt that this person had the same coldness as the Wolf King of the Northern Frontier.

However, he and Lu Qiu both discovered at the first moment that although the aura on him was familiar, it was definitely not the Wolf King of Northern Frontier.

Maybe they are just the other party's subordinates.

After realizing that Mingchuan had discovered him, the guy slowly stood out from the jungle without any intention of killing him, standing five meters away from him.

He didn't even raise his head, his eyes gloomily looking at the ground with his head lowered, making it difficult for Mingchuan to see what he looked like.

"I won't kill you, just keep going."

Mingchuan laughed out of anger when he heard this.

Who does this guy think he is? How can I kill him?