This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

When he first walked to the bottom of the Ghost Pressure Pillar, Wen Zhe had to try his best to feel the faint coercion.

The coercion of Gui Yazhu was weakest on the west side and strongest on the east side. Both Shen Zheng and Wen Zhe chose the east side as the first start, while Qi Hengyuan happily followed Pei Qianmo to the west side.

Oh, when he was leaving, he fell on Pei Qianmo again.

Shen Zheng's thin fingers kept stroking the rough handle of his knife, and the jade flute hanging around her waist collided with the scabbard from time to time, making a melodious sound.After looking up at the top of the towering ghost column, Shen Zheng said indifferently: "Which floor do you plan to climb to?"

"Although it would seem overly conceited to say it like this...but it's still the twelfth floor." Wen Zhe smiled and closed his eyes: "I want to put my name alongside another name, even if I can't succeed, at least I must have it. The courage to speak out."

"Ouyang originally only wanted to go to the tenth floor to have a look." Shen Zheng slid his hand to the flute and stroked it twice: "But since you said so, then naturally I am also on the twelfth floor."

Shen Zheng pulled out the saber, and easily twirled it in his hand: "The explosive power of sword cultivators is generally stronger than that of sword cultivators. To be fair, I won't compare with you how fast or slow you can reach the twelfth floor. You and I only compete on The length of stay on the twelfth floor."

She is really upright and decisive like a knife, and she refuses to take advantage of the slightest advantage.Wen Zhe couldn't help smiling, and said softly, "Okay. If I lose, I'll treat you to dinner at noon today."

"Huh?" Shen Zheng raised his eyebrows, his expression was full of the astonishment that "to be friends, you still have to buy dinner when you lose".She thought for a moment: "Okay. If I lose, I will fight with you, and you will be there when you say it. I am willing to bet and admit defeat. Shen has no complaints."

"It's a deal." Wen Zhe smiled, reached out and pressed Gui Yazhu's body, and immediately flew up.

Shen Zheng naturally didn't fall behind, she flew up and stomped on the ghost pressure pillar, and she also used her strength to rise up.She held the scabbard behind her back, and when she was rising slowly, she used the handle of the knife to hit the ghost pressure pillar a little harder.

Except for his own palms, Wen Zhe didn't use any objects for strength.After all, after his hands are infused with demon power, he can split steles and crack stones, and he can send and receive freely as he pleases, far surpassing foreign things.

If the ghost pressure on the first and second floors is compared to scratching an itch, the ghost pressure on the third and fourth floors is just a pat, which only makes Wen Zhe feel a little bit of his existence, and does not make him feel difficult to bear.

On the fifth and sixth floors, the pressure of ghosts intensified, like a fan beating.Wen Zhe's whole body was surrounded by the airtight and oppressive ghost pressure.The pressure didn't stop him from moving forward, but it slowed him down nonetheless.

When the sixth floor was about to approach the seventh floor, the ghost pressure of the seventh floor seeped down.The moment he came into contact with the ghost pressure here, Wen Zhe immediately understood why many monks could only reach the sixth floor.

Because the ghost pressure on the seventh floor is like a hammer blow, which is completely different from the difficulty of the previous six floors.

Even if you are a monk at the seventh or eighth level of Qi refining, if your basic skills are not up to standard and your cultivation is too superficial, you will inevitably suffer a lot here.

Thank you so much for your training.Wen Zhe raised his eyebrows and smiled, the aura around him to resist the pressure of ghosts had been adjusted to a rather fast frequency.Wen Zhe had suffered a lot for the frequency of the spirit weapon used to train the frequency of spiritual energy.But the effect is also so remarkable: this frequency has an unimaginable miraculous effect on dealing with pressure, momentum, and the innate energy field of monsters.

Shen Zheng, who had originally surpassed Wen Zhe, had lost his momentum a little. Wen Zhe pressed his palm on the ghost pressure pillar, lifted his body violently, and patted Shen Zheng's shoulder with his left hand: "Sister Shen, you've accepted."

Seeing that Wen Zhe passed him, Shen Zheng gritted his teeth fiercely, and the sword hilt that was on the pillar also exerted force suddenly, the force was so great that a small piece of the ghost pillar also shattered.Shen Zheng jumped up, and the speed was actually a little faster than the start: "It's early."

This sentence was squeezed out between teeth, Wen Zhe heard it, and knew in her heart that she was also having a hard time maintaining it.The current speed is already the fastest he can achieve when he raises his aura. Although Wen Zhe still has trump cards such as the demon power seal, but counting up, there are still five floors away, so there is really no need to use it now.

The number of people on the seventh floor had been greatly reduced, and when it reached the eighth floor, Wen Zhe's eyes were even clearer.He had just climbed up all the way, and all the ghost pillars he faced were densely engraved with many names.Although the seventh floor is sparser, there may still be quite a few monks who left their names.Now that we have reached the eighth floor, the names are scattered here and there, with a large gap.

At the same time, Wen Zhe was under a lot of pressure.

When he was on the seventh floor just now, he still had the energy to joke with Shen Zheng, but now he doesn't have the leisure time.At this moment, even if he has mastered the spiritual energy frequency that can resist pressure, he has to grit his teeth and concentrate on maintaining the frequency so that it will not be washed away by excessive pressure.

Shen Zheng surpassed him by one step when he reached the eighth floor, but now this step seems to be an insurmountable moat.After arriving at this level, the speed of both of them turned into a turtle speed quite fairly. If the initial rise was one foot by one foot, and the seventh floor was a foot by foot climb, then the two of them would be inch by inch. moved.

When you reach the ninth floor, the pressure is even heavier.Even the name is basically only engraved on the edge of the eighth floor.Wen Zhe took a deep breath, concentrated his energy, and focused on nothing else.A gust of cold wind blew by, Wen Zhe's back felt cold, and only then did he realize that he was sweating heavily under the pressure of a powerful ghost.

Do you want to use your demon power now?This idea lingered in Wen Zhe's mind for a while before he pushed it down: Although it is difficult at this time, he can still move normally. Arms like demon power should be used only after reaching the tenth and eleventh floors.

Shen Zheng folded a little faster, so he touched the edge of the tenth floor earlier.She had just rolled up her belly and climbed to the tenth floor when a muffled groan came from above Wen Zhe's head.Wen Zhe raised his head in the midst of his busy schedule, but saw Shen Zheng's figure swayed and almost fell from above.

Before Wen Zhe came to pick it up, Shen Zheng stood firmly on the stone pillar by himself.Now every breath she takes is a heavy panting, and her already thin and frail figure looks even weaker at this moment.They climbed very high, which already caused the monks under the pillar to exclaim and watch, especially Shen Zheng's eye-catching figure attracted many surprised and admired eyes.

Shen Zheng climbed up a little more, and stopped moving.Wen Zhe took this opportunity to catch up, and looked at Shen Zheng worriedly, only to see that she was using the jade flute at her waist to write down the words "Ouyang He" on the tenth floor.

Just now she thought it was childish to drop her name on the ghost pressure pillar.

But if Ouyang He was here, he would not think him naive, and he would be very interested.

Ouyang He told Shen Zheng that he wanted to visit the tenth floor.

Now the tenth floor has dropped his name.

The corners of Shen Zheng's lips moved slightly, revealing a faint smile.She was already sweating all over her cheeks at this moment, and the warmth slipped down her face one after another.There happened to be one on her lips at this time, which made her a little itchy, so she simply lifted her tongue and swiped it lightly.

is salty.

When she engraved her name, Wen Zhe had already passed her, firstly, it was to boost her energy so as not to exhaust the spiritual energy, and secondly, Wen Zhe didn't want to stay and stare at the rare and fragile expression on Shen Zheng's face.

It is better to let this seemingly weak woman who can be blown down by a gust of wind, but still stubborn and proud with a knife continue to be strong.

Wen Zhe moved up another half zhang, and heard a rustling sound from below. He guessed that Shen Zheng had carved the words, rearranged his emotions, and climbed up with vigor.

The two of them were about to approach the middle of the tenth floor, and Wen Zhe couldn't help but use the demon power to store up his whole body.It wasn't that he did it on purpose, it's just that his body couldn't hold on anymore, it was a spontaneous movement to protect himself.

He glanced down, and saw that there were blue veins on Shen Zheng's forehead, the blood vessels on her thin face were pulsating, the whites of her eyes were bloodshot, and her eyes seemed to be bleeding.However, she had a firm demeanor and showed no sign of giving up.

It really is Shen Zheng, as expected of Shen Zheng.Wen Zhe smiled, raised his eyes, and there was a bit of firmness in his eyes.

When he reached the No.11 floor, Wen Zhe's aura and demonic power had already reached the limit. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he only felt that his bones were cracking under the powerful pressure.If the shirt was sweaty just now, now Wen Zhe is sweating profusely, and there seems to be a bright wet trail on the path he has climbed.

The distance with Shen Zheng has been drawn far away, but at this moment Wen Zhe can't care about it at all.Even his neck was flushed, his ears were buzzing, and the strong wind made him choke with pain from the ear canal to the air cavity.If he put a mirror in front of his eyes, he would be able to see his own bloodshot eyes that are the same as those of Shen Zheng just now.

Shen Zheng below suddenly let out a low growl with that broken throat.

In an instant, the aura on Wen Zhe's body flowed down involuntarily, Wen Zhe hurriedly adjusted this, and almost failed to maintain the frequency of the aura on his body.This abnormal movement stimulated Wen Zhe's mind, which was already a little drowsy due to the pressure and pain.And the change in sanity and aura and the direction of aura also made Wen Zhe understand what happened.

Shen Zheng has advanced to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

It must be because of the pressure here.

Wen Zhe clung tightly to the wall of the ghost column, feeling sore and limp all over, making it difficult to go any further.The ghost pressure on the eleventh floor is so terrifying that the twelve-story one must be even more terrifying.It is indeed difficult to reach the top with his eighth level of qi training, but if he can also advance to the ninth level of qi training, it will be different.

Although this place made him very sad, and the aura was suppressed to the tightest, but because of subconsciously protruding out the demon power to protect his body, it only brought him to the edge of the extreme.

The pressure needs to be increased, Wen Zhe thought.

I want to go one step further.Wen Zhe heard the voice in his head clearly: Go one step further, climb up one more floor, and write my own name next to "Rong Xuehuai", which will also bring my cultivation level closer to Mr. Hua's.

Wen Zhe took a deep breath, and then fought against his self-protection instinct without hesitation, and slowly removed the protective demon power from his body.

At this moment, the ubiquitous ghost pressure is surging!Wen Zhe almost had the illusion that he would be crushed into a pancake for an instant!

Wen Zhe could hear the muffled sound of his own bones rubbing against each other so clearly in his ears, which was accompanied by the pressure from ghosts and his own aura that flowed into his dantian through his meridians.This was really a very painful process, but after the short period of pain, Wen Zhe only felt refreshed, and the spiritual energy that was about to be exhausted was refilled, as if he had regained his life.

His bones no longer ached. Although the pressure of the ghost was there, it didn't oppress him so severely.

He ascended to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Shen Zheng had already caught up at this time.It's just that she passed Wen Zhe just now, only a finger away from him.Because a monk had to absorb a lot of aura when he advanced, Shen Zheng was taken from the same place as Wen Zhe just now—and because of the distance, he was taken more seriously, so he looks a bit embarrassed now.

But this embarrassment couldn't stop the light in her eyes.

Shen Zheng drew his knife out of its sheath, slammed his palm heavily on the ghost pressure pillar, yelled violently, jumped up, and rushed to the No. 12 floor, leaving a long knife mark.

Shen Zheng has arrived.

Seeing this, Wen Zhe laughed loudly, and didn't use his demonic power, but summoned all his spiritual energy to climb up.He released his divine sense to scan the rough wall of Guiyazhu inch by inch, and finally found Rong Xuehuai's name in an uneven place.

That's it.

He was holding the small carving knife in his hand, and at this moment, he flicked the mechanism lightly, and the blade of the carving knife revealed a silver light. The almost devout left his name next to the silver hook and iron painting a hundred years ago.

Rong Xuehuai-Wen Zhe.

What a perfect deal.

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In the end, the two couldn't hold on almost at the same time.

"I'll make half of your feet fall out of the twelfth floor." Shen Zheng had some reluctance on his face, but he still said in a down-to-earth way: "I lost. According to the bet, you can find me to fight against you anytime, anywhere."

The two of them slipped down from the twelfth floor...or simply fell straight down after exhausting their strength. They didn't control their bodies until the third or fourth floor, and instead landed slowly.As soon as their feet touched the ground, apart from being greeted by Qi Hengyuan and Pei Qianmo, they were also surrounded by inhumane crowds.

It was only then that Wen Zhe remembered what he had inquired before: No one had climbed the No.30 floor for 12 years.

Wen Zhe felt a little uncomfortable being watched by so many people.While raising his sleeves to cover his face, he responded to the calm Shen Zheng in a low voice: "Okay, thank you. To express my gratitude, may I invite you to dinner at noon?"

"Huh?" Shen Zheng blinked, thought for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

No matter how frail and frail you look, people always look better when they smile.

Naturally, Wen Zhe would not invite Shen Zheng alone. In fact, not counting the pile of spirit stones that the other party insisted on giving him after meeting Qi Liushu, Hua Jun never thought of asking him to have some when he was preparing his luggage. Financial difficulties.At noon that day, Wen Zhe invited the brothers of the Qi family, Shen Zheng and Pei Qianmo to have a good meal.

At the end of the meal, Shen Zheng took the initiative to say that he could fight him.Wen Zhe thought for a while, but still declined the proposal: "I want to go back to my room and write a letter. Sister Shen, wait for me to find you at night?"

Shen Zheng nodded, and walked straight out of the yard with the knife in hand.She is really self-conscious without rest, just blindly wanting to consolidate her newly promoted realm.

Wen Zhe had heard some gossip about Shen Zheng from Qi Hengyuan before. It was said that she had to hold the knife when she slept, and put the knife within reach when she took a bath.With such a style, no wonder she said that it is better to kiss a knife than a person.

After all, she didn't spend as much time with anyone as she did with Dao.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.When Wen Zhe and Shen Zheng had a brief conversation, Qi Hengyuan and Qi Liushu looked at each other and exchanged a glance.

Wen Zhe wanted to go back to his room to write a letter, and of course it was obvious who he was writing to.

Wen Zhe didn't realize the crazy barrage in his elder brother's heart, he went back to his room happily and sat down at the desk, smoothed a piece of rice paper, and conceived the content of this letter.

Hua Jun, I have arrived at Yuemian City, I have climbed the Ghost Pillar, and I have engraved my name next to yours. By the way, I have broken through the realm, and I have the cultivation base of the ninth level of Qi Refining.

I really didn't think well, Wen Zhe thought while holding his chin: I should have put a pen and paper on the pillar before, on the No.12 floor so that I can copy the names of me and Mr. Hua side by side.

But forget it, I have a lot more to say besides that.Wen Zhe bent his eyes, Lang Hao dipped the thick ink in the inkstone, and the pen moved around, and every thing was arranged neatly from big to small, and all of them were put into the pen.

Sister Shen's perseverance is really admirable. Although Brother Pei is shy, he has a good heart.The little cousin I just recognized was so thoughtful, he didn't even use a carving knife, so he touched it twice with his finger lightly, pretending to be a name, trying to fool someone...

The breakfast in this inn is delicious, but I still miss the bread that Mr. Hua prepared for me...

Just when Wen Zhe was about to finish writing his home letters, someone knocked on the door of his room: "Brother, I have something to say to you. Can I come in?"

"Brother, come in quickly. What's the matter?"

"En." Qi Liushu's expression was serious, as if what he was about to say had already been drafted several times in his mind.He said seriously, earnestly, as if under great pressure: "Brother, you must be writing a letter to that Mr. Hua. If that's the case, can you add a letter from me and send it?"

"Of course it's okay, it's just big brother. I don't know what you plan to send the letter for?" Wen Zhe thought terrified: Could it be that big brother broke out in depression and was about to send a letter to Mr. Hua, scolding him hard?

Qi Liushu took a deep breath and said, "I want to ask that Hua Jun to allow me to meet him."

While talking, Qi Liushu showed Wen Zhe the letter he had prepared.Wen Zhe glanced around, and found that Qi Liushu's tone was indeed very respectful and polite, and he didn't seem to have any tendency to hide the beginning and end of the poem and swear.

Wen Zhe put the letter together with his own in the paper crane.

A day later, Wen Zhe received a reply from Rong Xuehuai in front of the restless Qi Liushu.

The paper crane was covered with a thin sheet of letter paper, and the letter expressed congratulations for Wen Zhe's promotion to the ninth level of Qi Refining.At the same time, it is also suggested that he can meditate on the ghost pressure pillar to consolidate his cultivation. Due to the special ghost pressure and environment at the ghost pressure pillar, this will be able to get twice the result with half the effort.

In addition, at the end of the letter, he expressed his pleasure in finding Wen Zhe's family in an extremely gentle tone.However, he and Wen Zhe were in love with each other and had a close relationship, so Wen Zhe's elder brother might not be his relative.That being the case, it is enough for Qi Liu Shu Zhou Ma Lao Dun to visit Yingriyu, and let him come to meet Qi Liu Shu in person.

Wen Zhe finished reading the main letter in a rhythmic manner, and when he turned his head, he saw Qi Liushu's expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"...Brother?"

"Oh my God." It was probably the first time in this young man's life that he lost his composure. He suddenly sat down in the armchair behind him and patted his cheek with trembling hands: "I must be dreaming... oh my god... ...He came in person... How is this possible..."

Wen Zhe poked Qi Liu carefully and rinsed: "Well, big brother, are you okay?"

"Not good." Qi Liushu buried his face in his palms and said sullenly, "I seem to be hallucinating... Eldest Brother thinks I'm crazy... You, you go find a doctor for Eldest Brother... "

Wen Zhe: "..."