"This guy... is too brave, right? Knowing that Lu Bingbing's father Lu Qingshu has been promoted to Sanxian, he still dares to kill this killer?"

Chen Zuozu suddenly felt a little scared.

Although the sword cultivator has a low status in the Prison Wind, the Sanxian Sword Cultivator should not be underestimated. After all, if you turn a Sanxian, who can deal with a sword cultivator of the same level alone?

Only the second turn of the immortal can stabilize the one end...

"Long Xuan, the person brought by your father... I've caused big trouble this time, so you'd better not get too close to him."

Someone sent a message to persuade him.

Long Xuan looked solemn. Fang Chen was indeed in big trouble below. Behind Lu Qingshu was Long Jingyao.

Behind Long Jingyao..., it is the only three-turned immortal in the Long family. If he says he is not allowed to disobey even the Dragon Girl of the Heavenly Demon.

"Brother Li... This kid is a little unreasonable."

Chen Qingtai's face turned pale.

The other heads of the aristocratic families were not much better, with their eyes either solemn or angry.

There are enough enemies in the Long Family’s eldest son. If they really offend the second son to death, they will also be implicated.

"You don't need to worry, your husband will make a decision."

The woman in the plain skirt comforted her softly, then looked at Li Changsheng, with a hint of consultation in her eyes.

"I will talk about the moment before I pass the moment, and then talk about what happened next."

Li Changsheng was silent for a few breaths and said.

Three-bedroom fairy boat.

Long Jingchun looked at the Tiansha Dragon Girl with a wry smile: "Aunt, Long Jingyao must be angry this time, I think he's better not worry about this kid."

"Get angry? If Lu Bingbing hadn't attacked the people brought by Li Changsheng first, why would he die on the burial sword ladder? It's reasonable, what reason does he have to go crazy?"

The dragon girl of Tiansha said lightly, her eyes fell on Fang Chen, with a kind look: "This guy looks a bit like Li Jingnian."

The immortals around him sighed when they saw this scene, and they were afraid that the third room would have to argue with the second room next.

Lu Qingshu stared at Fang Chen, and the sword intent surged in his body. Half of the corpse in his hand was stained with the sword intent and instantly disappeared, which showed that he was extremely angry.

"Don't worry, I will ask someone from the Yin Sheng Sect to help you settle Lu Bingbing's soul."

Long Jingyao said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, my master."

Lu Qingshu bowed with fists.

Long Jingyao's eyes fell on Li Changsheng: "We will calculate this matter later. If the young boy you found from the countryside does not follow the rules, you should be punished."

Li Changsheng remained silent.

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...

In a blink of an eye, several months have passed, and at this time, it takes more than ten days to climb each ladder.

The pressure given by the Burial Sword Ladder is getting heavier and heavier, and everyone's steps are much worse than before.

From the beginning of the gambling battle to the present, in nearly a year, the highest climber has reached the eighty-six ladder.

The lowest one is still at more than sixty levels.

"Junior brother, now you are getting farther and farther away from them, so why not let me go."

Bai Qingming looked at the vast void and sighed softly: "If you can't reach the top, no one will let you go.

I will help you calculate roughly. Someone in the Long family wants you to die, some in the Sun family wants you to die, and the Sanzhu Sanxian wants you to die, too."

"Even in Zhongzhou, there are so many people who want me to die."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "I'll calculate for you. The three major sects regard me as a thorn in their eyes. Ji Liang, the son of the ninth king, also wants me to die. There are also the scum of the Blood Spirit Sect, who will stab me in the back at some point."

"But so what, I'm not dead yet."

"That's the one from the Wilderness Garden protects you. Before him, the old sword immortal was still alive and could take care of you secretly."

Bai Qingming rolled his eyes, "Now in the place where the wind is in prison, we are rootless duckweed. Who can protect you?

Let me down, after you reach the top, even if someone from the Long family asks you to settle the matter, the third room can use this to protect you.

I have heard from the King of Kings before I came that she has a deep friendship with our old sword immortal.

You were taken away by your second wife before, but I actually wanted to ask her for help. Unfortunately, your master explained that you must not speak unless it is related to life and death."

"Oh? Senior brother knows some inside story? Why not talk to junior brother, I'm very curious."

Fang Chen smiled.

"I have nothing to do, so I will tell you some of the things I have heard, but it may not be true. It was your master who first heard about it, and I asked for some information from him."

Bai Qingming Dao.

While he was telling a story, Fang Chen continued to climb.

Climb for a while, rest for a while, climb for a while, rest for a while.

What is now tested is not their physical strength, but their perseverance and determination.

In this situation, if you lose your perseverance and determination, it will be very difficult to climb up by about a ft.

Snow suddenly began to fall in the sky, and white snow spread on the vines, making the bright green vines look like ice and snow waterfalls.

This brings more difficulty to everyone's climb.

This winter, Fang Chen took Bai Qingming to the 86th level ladder.

He vaguely felt that his mental state was getting better and better, and it seemed that his cultivation level had broken through without realizing it.

For the mortals nearby, they returned to their normal lives half a month after the bet began.

What should I do? I just gather together when I have time to discuss who climbs faster and who has the chance to reach the top.

Time is extremely precious to them, and they dare not waste a single slightest. After all, if they are wasted today, they may be hungry tomorrow.

On the contrary, monks seeking immortality do not have much obvious feelings about the passage of time.

Sometimes, once in seclusion is for decades. What is a mere year? If nothing unexpected happens, the next two years will be clear.

During this period, the people who climbed the highest were lucky and cut down some vines to keep the cold on the ladder.

If you are not lucky, just like Fang Chen and the others, you will hang on the vines and hang them. When the climate is right, you will start climbing.

The winter snow gradually fades away, and spring comes to the next year, and the vines are once again full of green vitality.

Everyone continued to climb toward the top of the peak.

A group of monks of the Sun family arrived, and the leader was in a state of high tide, walking in a dragon and tiger strolling, and there was a sense of power without anger among his eyes.

When Sun Yi saw the visitor, he hurried forward and said respectfully: "Dad."

"Um."

The visitor nodded slightly, then quickly walked to several Sun's second-hand turns and said in a deep voice:

"A few uncles, I ordered someone to investigate Sun Gu's affairs and went to Yin Sheng Sect in person. Yin Sheng Sect said... The underworld is in chaos and it is difficult to find someone. The cause of Sun Gu's death is probably inseparable from the Long family."

"The underworld is in chaos? What happened below?"

Everyone was slightly stunned. It was obvious that things in the underworld were worthy of their attention than those in Sun Gu.

Although they have never walked through Yin, nor have they seen what the Yin is like, the Yin Sheng Sect can only firmly sit at the top of the three major sects by relying on the Yin-Walking Art.

It can be seen that there is also a close relationship between the underworld and the monks.

"I don't know, it should be a change of power."

The visitor shook his head gently. He was a little disappointed with the attitudes of several ancestors, and his eyes immediately fell on Zhao Yunlu:

"Senior Yunlu, what do you think about this?"

"This son is the last person who has seen my son. When the old man searches his soul, he will know who my son died at the hands of."

Zhao Yunlu pointed to the burial sword ladder.

The visitor's eyes followed closely and fell on Fang Chen, with a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
Chapter completed!