Bang bang bang bang!

Wang Yu, Wang Jue and Bai Er landed on the ground almost at the same time in different ways.

After a little adjustment, the three of them rushed out without distinction, waved the hammer in their hands, and continued to climb the "Qishan".

At this time, they were still full of vitality and full of confidence.

Song Qingwen also set out again.

This time he used more skills and even used the micro-strength technique he had not used for many years, and used extremely subtle force to hit the mountain wall to sense whether every hammer he fell was implemented.

Although he set out later, he quickly surpassed Wang Yu and others.

Once again, they could only follow behind and eat ashes.

However, Wang Yu and others encountered "pits" during various climbs, falling repeatedly and restarting.

Finally, Song Qingwen arrived at a high cliff.

On the high cliff, there is an ancient pine tree growing, and the poles of the ancient pine are connected to a mountain peak further ahead.

These are also the only physical connection between the two cliffs.

He needs to climb over the ancient pines and go to the next level.

Song Qingwen carefully tempted and found that the ancient pines were not illusory, but real, and quite strong, so he waved the hammer and rushed forward hard.

The hammer head fell, and the front end of the ancient pine was as elastic as rubber.

After the rebound force was broken back, although Song Qingwen tried his best to use various techniques to resolve the rebound force, he was still inevitable. He was blown away by a gust of wind on the hillside, and then fell as usual...

Everything returns to the starting point.

"Interesting, setting up so many traps is a test before seeking supernatural powers?" Song Qingwen smiled on his face. He was a person who didn't like trouble, but the difficulty in front of him had already made him feel quite troublesome.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Several figures fell down again and hit Song Qingwen not far away.

"Get out of here, don't get in the way of me!" Song Qingwen said without looking back.

Liu Lu directly retorted: "New! Don't be too arrogant, otherwise... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo!"

Before Liu Lu could finish his words, his mouth was covered with granulation, and then it bonded together by itself.

If it weren't for the fear of killing directly, it might cause dislike of the master of this world, Song Qingwen had even refined Liu Lu's soul at this time.

Everyone who originally planned to support Liu Lu shut up at this moment and stood honestly aside.

They just waited for Song Qingwen to walk away first before they set off.

Song Qingwen was suddenly nervous inexplicably, then took a deep breath and then went up the mountain.

Next, Song Qingwen knew what it means to be 'not so good to be guarded'.

When I encountered the originally hard rock, it suddenly softened and unfortunately fell to the bottom.

I encountered inexplicably very slippery moss, and was knocked back not far from the bottom of the mountain.

When encountering a "small probability" incident, the mountain's shape suddenly changed and was washed back.

When he encountered a meteor hit the cliff, he was hit and fell back.

Once, twice, three times, ten times, fifty times... one hundred times!

Song Qingwen has gone from being full of confidence to being autistic and numb now.

Everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Time is like entering an accelerated but elongated channel.

Everything became long and slow.

Even Song Qingwen didn't care about the "interference" of Wang Yu and others.

He only clearly and firmly believed that he should go up and continue to go up.

However, Wang Yu and others were on the verge of collapse one after another.

They failed nearly ten times more than Song Qingwen.

And often, before going out for a long time, they return to the starting point and start over.

No matter how long it is to successfully reach the top or how far it is.

Just the same scenery and lonely scenes, I feel a little bit of vomiting after watching them for a long time.

Sometimes, in the same area, even falls repeatedly for different reasons, for more than a dozen times.

"Wang Yu and the others' performance was not beyond my expectations. Through them, I did harvest nearly 3,000 magic points. Although none of them were forced into a desperate situation, the one-time excess output led to a major change in their minds. However, Song Qingwen... was still a little more impetuous, but he never overflowed the magic points."

"Is it because of his excellent character, or because of his high cultivation level, he has a way to block his emotions and prevent the demonic value from leaking out?" Ke Xiaoliang was a little confused.

"It seems that I need to add some more materials!" Ke Xiao thought with conscience.

Song Qingwen once again returned to the starting point.

His originally turbulent mood had already recovered from peace.

Even though he keeps failing.

But so what?

On the road to seeking Tao and survival, he had encountered many dangerous enemies and many desperate situations.

That is much more complicated, complicated and desperate than everything you are experiencing in front of you.

Although Song Qingwen changed from self-confidence to autism, in the final analysis, there was no real change in his heart.

"It makes people feel most nervous when you start over. If you are like me, when you are about to refine a first-grade spiritual pill, you suddenly find that you have forgotten to add a main medicine. Or if you have killed the enemy you think, but you find that you are just being used by the enemy. If you have practiced for a long time, but you have been working hard in the wrong direction for decades, or even hundreds of years. If your magic weapon produces a weapon spirit, the weapon spirit is a timid and cowardly idiot. If you are sitting with fellow Taoists and your views are consistently agreed, but you find that what you are talking about at the moment is exactly what you were most opposed at the beginning. If you are not ready, for example, you have spent a very sad period, then there may be too many things you will experience. You can come and go freely, and I will always be here."

The inexplicable narration began to appear in front of Song Qingwen, so that at first, Song Qingwen thought he had some hallucinations.

"Hmph! Confusing my mind? Just a little trick!" Song Qingwen sneered, waved the hammer, and set off again without hesitation.

But obviously, Song Qingwen underestimated Ke Xiaoliang's shamelessness.

More narrations are constantly coming towards him.

"It seems like we are closer now, creators and climbers, designers and users. You could have refused, but you didn't. There is something hidden in you, and the choice continues."

"This means a lot to me. You have come here, endured so much, all the jokes and sluggishness, all the failures, you forgive me, and you gave me an emperor-like gift."

"We have the same taste, you and me. It's not ambition. It's the opposite of ambition. It's a cruel task to experience failure. If you win, you'll feel bad. So I put this snake in for you."

"Have you ever thought about who you are? A man in the urn, a giant who created the world? Are you his hand? Are you the top of the hammer? I don't think it's - your hand moves, the hammer won't move together. The man and the man's hands don't move. Here you are his will. His purpose. The determination reflected in the climbing upwards."

One sentence after another, seemingly full of profound meaning, but in fact, useless trash talk began to appear in various ways...especially when Song Qingwen failed.

It seemed as if he was comforting him, but in fact he was performing inexplicable sarcasm.

Song Qingwen finally couldn't help it.

"Enough..."

"Shut up..."

"Your magical value is in your account... 18,000 points!" Ke Xiaoliang was instantly knocked down by a wave of wealth.

“Damn…so much!?”
Chapter completed!