Chapter 539 Weird Stairs
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Wan Li Yu
The higher the rise, the greater the resistance. Zhang Yifeng felt a terrifying sense of oppression all over his body, as if he was in a closed space, and this space was squeezing towards him.
puff!
He didn't know how long it had been rising, but Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but spit out blood. He felt that all his internal organs were being crushed by this inexplicable pressure.
Zhang Yifeng stopped. He hesitated whether to continue going up.
Just when he was hesitating, a drop of dew invisible to the naked eye dripped from the sky and landed on Zhang Yifeng's arm.
A warm and burning sensation came instantly, and a sea of fire seemed to appear in Zhang Yifeng's sea of consciousness.
Of course, this was just an illusion he suddenly had.
"This is... dew!"
Zhang Yifeng's body trembled. The water droplets containing the breath of fire must be the dew of the Netherworld Tree. In other words, is there really a tree above the sky, in the demonic aura that fills the sky?
Do the Netherworld Fruit Trees grow on the entire Divine City?
All kinds of questions made Zhang Yifeng make up his mind and decide to move forward. The spiritual energy in the whole body is running to the extreme, and the body of the War Immortal is also moving quietly.
Zhang Yifeng's body released a faint golden light, like a son of god, riding on the Sky-Splitting Mark, and continued to move forward.
A strange scene appeared, and the distance increased again. Zhang Yifeng thought that the pressure would become greater and greater, but unexpectedly, in the end, the pressure actually became less and less.
I don't know how long I have been rising, but a black staircase appears in my sight. This staircase is formed by demonic energy, like a road leading to hell.
At this time, the surrounding scene has completely changed. Except for the black stairs, the surrounding demonic energy has disappeared. When you raise your head, you can see the illusory Yuqing Dao Formation in the sky.
Zhang Yifeng didn't know how high he flew, but he hadn't yet flown out of the Yuqing Dao Formation. It seemed that the demonic energy contained the Sumeru method, and the demonic energy that was originally hundreds of thousands of feet was condensed into a hundred feet.
The black ladder is full of weirdness. Both sides of the ladder are covered with white clouds, and the entire black ladder seems to be built in the mist, like the road to heaven leading to fairyland, or the demon road leading to hell.
Zhang Yifeng frowned. There were no trees in the sky, so where was the Nether Demon Fire? Where does dew form?
It seems that we must climb this black staircase. He's already here and there's no way he'll give up halfway.
Approaching the black stairs step by step, Zhang Yifeng discovered that on both sides of the stairs, the demonic energy formed many patterns, including flowers, plants, insects, fish, birds and beasts, which were wonderful.
Climbing the black stairs, nothing changed and no danger was encountered.
Zhang Yifeng speeded up, intending to quickly pass this black staircase.
However, this black staircase seems to have no end. You can see the end, but you can't reach it. This feeling is a bit frustrating.
Just when Zhang Yifeng was thinking about whether there was a phantom array or a confusing array, the surrounding environment finally changed.
The originally white weapon actually had a trace of blood. At first, there was only a trace of the mist, and then it became thicker and thicker.
In just a few breaths, the mist completely turned into blood, and there was a faint murderous intent.
This scene is really terrifying.
If he were an ordinary warrior, he would have been too frightened to move forward, but Zhang Yifeng had seen many dangerous places and desperate places in his previous life, so naturally he would not be frightened by this scene. He stopped briefly and then continued to move forward.
Ahead, the blood-colored mist became thicker, and the smell of blood hit his face, as if what was floating in the air was not water vapor, but blood vapor formed by the evaporation of blood.
The bloody steps seemed endless. Zhang Yifeng had been walking for several hours, but there was still no sign of reaching the end.
Zhang Yifeng felt groggy and wanted to fall asleep. Fortunately, there were roots of the wisdom tree in the sea of consciousness. The wisdom tree emitted a gurgling clear current, which kept Zhang Yifeng awake.
Zhang Yifeng moved forward indomitably, and the golden Buddha clothes on his body seemed to be resisting something.
I don't know if I was moving forward. Suddenly, bloody corpses appeared in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.
Zhang Yifeng frowned at that time.
Because among those corpses, he saw familiar people, Monk Jueyuan, Virtuous Man, Luo Badao, Gongsun Rong, and even Luo Ziyi and Luo Yanran.
Their death was very miserable and horrific.
Monk Jueyuan had his eyes gouged out and his throat cut; a huge blood hole appeared in the stomach of the Taoist Youde, and blood flowed out; Luo Badao's head was separated from his body, and his two round eyes seemed to still be watching. Zhang Yifeng.
Gongsun Rong was cut off at the waist. Luo Yanran fell beside him, half of his body missing.
Next to Luo Yanran, lay He Yajiao, Lin Siying, Meng Nichang... and even his sister Zhang Kexin.
All the people he liked, even the people he didn't like, or the people he had crossed paths with, were all lying dead on the steps.
In addition, there are many other corpses, densely packed, like a mountain of corpses.
His friends died, and so did his relatives.
The scene in front of him was absolutely unacceptable to ordinary people. However, Zhang Yifeng just shook his head lightly and said calmly: "This illusion is also trying to stump me."
He didn't even look at the corpses on the ground and walked directly over the corpses. Even when he was facing Zhang Kexin's corpse, he didn't stop.
Finally, the corpses all over the sky disappeared, and Zhang Yifeng reached the top of the steps.
Suddenly, the black steps disappeared, leaving a huge and endless space deep in Zhang Yifeng.
The sky in this space was also glowing with blood, and the ground was filled with bones of various shapes as far as the eye could see.
There were actually fresh corpses surrounding these bones.
Most of these corpses were mutilated. Some were missing arms, some were missing legs, some were missing half of their faces, and some had their bellies hollowed out, as if they had been eaten by beasts. They looked disgusting.
The dark wind blowing from unknown directions all around made people feel chills on their backs.
Apart from these, there is nothing else.
After stepping onto the stairs, he seemed to have arrived at an endless killing field.
Zhang Yifeng first observed and made sure there was no danger around, then walked forward to find a way out.
After choosing a direction, he kept moving forward. He believed that this space could not be endless.
One day... two days... ten days... one month!
A scene that made Zhang Yifeng a little desperate appeared. He moved in one direction and kept walking for a full month, but there was no sign of reaching the edge.
White bones, rotten flesh, rotten corpses!
Everywhere!
Other than that, nothing else.
In the vast ancient killing field, there was no other sound except Zhang Yifeng crushing bones and making a creepy cracking sound.
Zhang Yifeng walked aimlessly like this, and the time passed day by day, but strangely, Zhang Yifeng didn't feel hungry, thirsty, or even tired at all!
puff!
He didn't know how long it had been rising, but Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but spit out blood. He felt that all his internal organs were being crushed by this inexplicable pressure.
Zhang Yifeng stopped. He hesitated whether to continue going up.
Just when he was hesitating, a drop of dew invisible to the naked eye dripped from the sky and landed on Zhang Yifeng's arm.
A warm and burning sensation came instantly, and a sea of fire seemed to appear in Zhang Yifeng's sea of consciousness.
Of course, this was just an illusion he suddenly had.
"This is... dew!"
Zhang Yifeng's body trembled. The water droplets containing the breath of fire must be the dew of the Netherworld Tree. In other words, is there really a tree above the sky, in the demonic aura that fills the sky?
Do the Netherworld Fruit Trees grow on the entire Divine City?
All kinds of questions made Zhang Yifeng make up his mind and decide to move forward. The spiritual energy in the whole body is running to the extreme, and the body of the War Immortal is also moving quietly.
Zhang Yifeng's body released a faint golden light, like a son of god, riding on the Sky-Splitting Mark, and continued to move forward.
A strange scene appeared, and the distance increased again. Zhang Yifeng thought that the pressure would become greater and greater, but unexpectedly, in the end, the pressure actually became less and less.
I don't know how long I have been rising, but a black staircase appears in my sight. This staircase is formed by demonic energy, like a road leading to hell.
At this time, the surrounding scene has completely changed. Except for the black stairs, the surrounding demonic energy has disappeared. When you raise your head, you can see the illusory Yuqing Dao Formation in the sky.
Zhang Yifeng didn't know how high he flew, but he hadn't yet flown out of the Yuqing Dao Formation. It seemed that the demonic energy contained the Sumeru method, and the demonic energy that was originally hundreds of thousands of feet was condensed into a hundred feet.
The black ladder is full of weirdness. Both sides of the ladder are covered with white clouds, and the entire black ladder seems to be built in the mist, like the road to heaven leading to fairyland, or the demon road leading to hell.
Zhang Yifeng frowned. There were no trees in the sky, so where was the Nether Demon Fire? Where does dew form?
It seems that we must climb this black staircase. He's already here and there's no way he'll give up halfway.
Approaching the black stairs step by step, Zhang Yifeng discovered that on both sides of the stairs, the demonic energy formed many patterns, including flowers, plants, insects, fish, birds and beasts, which were wonderful.
Climbing the black stairs, nothing changed and no danger was encountered.
Zhang Yifeng speeded up, intending to quickly pass this black staircase.
However, this black staircase seems to have no end. You can see the end, but you can't reach it. This feeling is a bit frustrating.
Just when Zhang Yifeng was thinking about whether there was a phantom array or a confusing array, the surrounding environment finally changed.
The originally white weapon actually had a trace of blood. At first, there was only a trace of the mist, and then it became thicker and thicker.
In just a few breaths, the mist completely turned into blood, and there was a faint murderous intent.
This scene is really terrifying.
If he were an ordinary warrior, he would have been too frightened to move forward, but Zhang Yifeng had seen many dangerous places and desperate places in his previous life, so naturally he would not be frightened by this scene. He stopped briefly and then continued to move forward.
Ahead, the blood-colored mist became thicker, and the smell of blood hit his face, as if what was floating in the air was not water vapor, but blood vapor formed by the evaporation of blood.
The bloody steps seemed endless. Zhang Yifeng had been walking for several hours, but there was still no sign of reaching the end.
Zhang Yifeng felt groggy and wanted to fall asleep. Fortunately, there were roots of the wisdom tree in the sea of consciousness. The wisdom tree emitted a gurgling clear current, which kept Zhang Yifeng awake.
Zhang Yifeng moved forward indomitably, and the golden Buddha clothes on his body seemed to be resisting something.
I don't know if I was moving forward. Suddenly, bloody corpses appeared in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.
Zhang Yifeng frowned at that time.
Because among those corpses, he saw familiar people, Monk Jueyuan, Virtuous Man, Luo Badao, Gongsun Rong, and even Luo Ziyi and Luo Yanran.
Their death was very miserable and horrific.
Monk Jueyuan had his eyes gouged out and his throat cut; a huge blood hole appeared in the stomach of the Taoist Youde, and blood flowed out; Luo Badao's head was separated from his body, and his two round eyes seemed to still be watching. Zhang Yifeng.
Gongsun Rong was cut off at the waist. Luo Yanran fell beside him, half of his body missing.
Next to Luo Yanran, lay He Yajiao, Lin Siying, Meng Nichang... and even his sister Zhang Kexin.
All the people he liked, even the people he didn't like, or the people he had crossed paths with, were all lying dead on the steps.
In addition, there are many other corpses, densely packed, like a mountain of corpses.
His friends died, and so did his relatives.
The scene in front of him was absolutely unacceptable to ordinary people. However, Zhang Yifeng just shook his head lightly and said calmly: "This illusion is also trying to stump me."
He didn't even look at the corpses on the ground and walked directly over the corpses. Even when he was facing Zhang Kexin's corpse, he didn't stop.
Finally, the corpses all over the sky disappeared, and Zhang Yifeng reached the top of the steps.
Suddenly, the black steps disappeared, leaving a huge and endless space deep in Zhang Yifeng.
The sky in this space was also glowing with blood, and the ground was filled with bones of various shapes as far as the eye could see.
There were actually fresh corpses surrounding these bones.
Most of these corpses were mutilated. Some were missing arms, some were missing legs, some were missing half of their faces, and some had their bellies hollowed out, as if they had been eaten by beasts. They looked disgusting.
The dark wind blowing from unknown directions all around made people feel chills on their backs.
Apart from these, there is nothing else.
After stepping onto the stairs, he seemed to have arrived at an endless killing field.
Zhang Yifeng first observed and made sure there was no danger around, then walked forward to find a way out.
After choosing a direction, he kept moving forward. He believed that this space could not be endless.
One day... two days... ten days... one month!
A scene that made Zhang Yifeng a little desperate appeared. He moved in one direction and kept walking for a full month, but there was no sign of reaching the edge.
White bones, rotten flesh, rotten corpses!
Everywhere!
Other than that, nothing else.
In the vast ancient killing field, there was no other sound except Zhang Yifeng crushing bones and making a creepy cracking sound.
Zhang Yifeng walked aimlessly like this, and the time passed day by day, but strangely, Zhang Yifeng didn't feel hungry, thirsty, or even tired at all!
