"Is it difficult to catch up with you?" The ancient Buddha raised his eyelids and took a step forward. The endless wind, thunder, fire... power swept across him.

In the sixth level of heaven, the power of the original source is the wind duct.

Wind blades swept across him, like cutting him into pieces.

The fat body of the ancient Buddha couldn't help but spasm.

Zhou Yan sneered repeatedly.

He spent two incense sticks on these six steps of the fifth level. He knew how painful the process was. He naturally knew the step that the ancient Buddha took seemed relaxed, but he was afraid that even his soul would tremble. As long as he was not careful, once he rolled down, what was waiting for him would be without his bones.

After a cup of tea.

The ancient Buddha took another step.

There were only two steps left between the two, and the smile on Zhou Yan's face froze and his face stared at the ancient Buddha with a cold face.

"It's still two steps away." The ancient Buddha grinned and his eyes were extremely firm. This time, he didn't take a long rest, so he walked forward a few more steps. His body shook and almost rolled down. Finally, he barely stood firm. Seeing that the distance between the ancient Buddha and him was only one step left, a trace of coldness flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes.

Fox Ji, who had been accumulating strength and was about to ascend to the sixth level of heaven, glanced at the two of them and smiled faintly: "Zhou Yan, if you don't move forward, he will catch up with you."

Zhou Yan's expression stagnated.

I tried to raise my legs several times, but I decisively took them back.

He knew that he had reached his limit, even if he took a step forward, even if he didn't roll down, the power of the wind duct of the sixth level would cut him into pieces.

Seeing Hu Ji's slanderous smile, Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and sneered: "One step is also a distance between him and he wants to catch up with..."

Before Zhou Yan could finish speaking, his voice came to an abrupt end.

The ancient Buddha had already stood up and stood side by side with him. He glanced at Zhou Yan contemptuously, his eyes fell on Hu Ji, and said lightly: "The next one is you."

Bastard...

The ancient Buddha in the past was lazy and lazy. In terms of strength or realm, it was a thousand miles apart from him. Therefore, Zhou Yan never took him seriously. Now, a waste who had never been seen by him has caught up with him, and even he could pass by himself at any time. How can he not make Zhou Yan angry?

"If you want to catch up with me, just you?" Hu Ji sneered.

Zhou Yan even looked at the ancient Buddha with a gloomy face.

Just as the ancient Buddha raised his legs and was about to take a step up, Zhou Yan, who had a cold face, suddenly stretched out his foot and tripped the ancient Buddha's right leg.

"you……"

The ancient Buddha didn't expect that Zhou Yan was so despicable.

On the Wudao Mountain, it is not easy to stop, not to mention that he was tripped by Zhou Yan, and the center of gravity was tilted, and the whole person rolled down. Countless winds, thunders, fires, beasts... powers hit him. In just a blink of an eye, he saw that the body of the ancient Buddha became flesh and bloody.

Hu Ji didn't expect that Zhou Yan would have a small tripping secretly. A sneer flashed in his eyes and said, "He is the only son of the Waste Palace. If you do this, don't you worry about the Waste Palace's revenge?"

"He died on Mount Wudao, what do you have to do with me?" Zhou Yan shrugged and said with a smile: "Can Princess Fox Ji still run to Gaomi in the Desert Palace?"

Hu Ji smiled and said nothing.

Those who climbed the fifth level of heaven would fall down, without exception, all of them would be crushed to pieces. Not to mention the terror of the wind and thunder, the power of the beast path in that level of heaven alone would be enough to crush him into meat pie. In such a situation, no one who climbed Mount Wudao with them would dare to rescue him, otherwise, if anyone accidentally would be affected.

"He is Chen Changsheng's younger brother, aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble for you in the future?" Hu Ji said with a smile.

"Will Princess Fox Ji say it?" Zhou Yan asked with a smile, squinted.

"No." Hu Ji shook her head and said tragically: "Of course, he doesn't need to go to Gaomi, he will know too."

The smile on Zhou Yan's face suddenly froze. When he turned around, he saw the ancient Buddha rolling down to the fourth level of heaven, rescued by Chen Changsheng who had followed him quietly. Seeing Chen Changsheng, Zhou Yan's eyes also shrank. Although he had not witnessed the battle in the restaurant, he also heard about the incident and knew what kind of cruel people there were in the East Courtyard.

In an instant, my back began to cool down.

Hu Ji smiled and continued to climb up. Zhou Yan and him were not related. If she died at Chen Changsheng's hands, she would be happy to see the people from Tianhuo Sect and come to avenge Zhou Yan.

The fourth level of heaven.

"Old, boss, are you here?" said the ancient Buddha with bloody face and was surprised.

Chen Changsheng nodded and checked his injuries. The ancient Buddha who rolled down from the fifth level of the sky was obviously very injured. The bones in his chest and arms were broken. Even his internal organs and soul were burned by the power of thunder and fire. His eyes turned cold and he grabbed a handful of healing pills from his body and asked faintly: "Did Zhou Yan do it?"

"kindness."

Huang Gu Buddha nodded hard, gritted his teeth and said, "That calf tripped me. Boss, if you encounter him after you go up, be careful."

Chen Changsheng stuffed the pill into the mouth of the ancient Buddha, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "It's him who should be careful, not me." After that, when the pill's effect was completely dissolved, he saw that the injury of the ancient Buddha began to improve, and he breathed a little relieved. These pills for healing were all refined by him when he was in Nanyang City.

“Fifth grade…”

Seeing Chen Changsheng stuffing a handful of fifth-grade elixirs into his mouth, the Ancient Buddha's eyes almost popped out, and he said astonished: "Boss, you are really a loser..." You know, although their Waste Palace is a fourth-grade sect and a deserted overlord, it is impossible for them to squander and be injured like Chen Changsheng. As long as they have no worries about their lives, they will probably only use some second-grade and third-grade healing pills.

"Have you seen the alchemist lacking elixirs?" Chen Changsheng cursed with a smile.

The fifth-grade elixir may have no effect on a powerful man like Yuan Tiangang.

The ancient Buddha is just a cave mysterious realm. The third-grade healing pill is enough to cure his injuries. These fifth-grade elixirs are almost the same as the divine pill for him.

In less than a cup of tea, the wounds on the Ancient Buddha's body had recovered.

"Boss, I'm fine, you can continue climbing the mountain!" said the ancient Buddha with a harmless smile on his face.

"No hurry."

Chen Changsheng shook his head, waited for another thirty or forty breaths, and knew that the wounds on the Ancient Buddha had completely recovered, so he stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you up!"

"What, what?" The ancient Buddha glared at his eyes, looked at Chen Changsheng with a dazed look, and said stammeringly: "Boss, do you think you want to take me up?"
Chapter completed!