2198. Chapter 2198 Monthly Ticket for Contempt of Saint)
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Inside the Broken Saint Staircase, Qin Xuan walked hard every step of the way.
What's more, there are more than 900 steps in front of it.
If it were anyone else, they would be shattered into pieces if they entered it for the first time.
Qin Xuan Daluo has turned ten times, his cultivation level can kill half-saints, and his evergreen body is even more amazing. However, it is still difficult to move forward on the Broken Saint Ladder.
Every step is like carrying the power of the sky falling.
This suppressive power not only affects the body, but can even affect the state of mind.
Every time Qin Xuan took a step, he felt that there was an endless abyss and endless reincarnation in front of him.
This kind of pressure is beyond imagination.
Who in the world is not afraid of death? If they feel that every step ahead is a dead end, except for the madman, there are few people who are willing to really rush and break through.
Qin Xuan's expression was calm. For him, he had gone through too many lives and deaths.
He even didn't care at all about the impact of this kind of suppressive power on his body and state of mind. Instead, he felt like he was just trying to do whatever he wanted.
The suppressive power of the Broken Holy Ladder changes depending on the strength of those who step into this place.
At least, this is the case in the first three hundred levels.
Every step seems to be the limit, but without fear in the heart and without retreating, it can barely support it.
However, even if they understand this, few people can still bear it.
It's as if every step is walking on a tightrope on a cliff. Who can truly be calm knowing that walking on the tightrope can prevent them from falling off the cliff?
Qin Xuan took more than ten steps, but his expression remained unchanged.
Every step he takes is as if he breaks through the shackles and reaches the limit, but every step he takes is slow and leisurely.
His body was faintly trembling, but he still didn't care. When Qin Xuan stepped above the hundred steps, an illusion even appeared in front of Qin Xuan.
Cliffs, mountains of knives, and even strong enemy soldiers are like cutting through the throat.
Every step seemed to be facing death.
When Qin Xuan faced this test, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he was smiling.
"Thinking back to the past, there were dozens of tests if not thousands!"
"What about life and death? In the great road, there is life and death at every step. In my previous life, I might have been able to change my mind a little bit, but looking at it now, I find it so ridiculous!"
Qin Xuan whispered to himself, facing the force of suppression and walking step by step with the illusion of the world before his eyes.
Qin Xuan had already stepped on all three hundred stairs in almost half an hour.
Until, he paused slightly and looked forward.
The stairs ahead were as before, but Qin Xuan felt a crisis.
Qin Xuan's eyes moved slightly. The saint had laid out the plan. He knew that he was not afraid of life and death, and even ignored life and death. What a test it would be.
With a faint smile on his face, he took a step forward and entered the three hundred steps.
With just one step, Qin Xuan's body suddenly burst open, cracks spread from his legs, and even his knees were slightly bent, as if he was about to kneel.
In Qin Xuan's eyes, a bright light flashed away.
The slightly bent knees were forced to stand up, even though his body was subjected to even more terrifying suppressive force.
"A mere saint wants to suppress me, Qin Changqing, and make me kneel down!?"
Qin Xuan opened his mouth, his pupils filled with anger.
His pupils changed slightly, as if he knew the test after these three hundred steps.
If the previous step was the limit, illusory life and death, then after these three hundred steps, there is real life and death.
This kind of suppressive power is enough to crush ordinary semi-saints.
Qin Xuan's body was stained with blood and he took another step forward.
boom!
His body shook slightly, but there was a strong momentum, and he actually rose up against the suppressive force.
He was filled with anger. As the Qing Emperor, he had almost been forced to his knees by this suppressive force before.
The majestic Qing Emperor should not be insulted lightly, let alone kneeling before a saint.
With a roar, the air seemed to be torn apart, and behind Qin Xuan, the Five Elements Mysterious Wings suddenly opened.
"I wonder if you can stop me with just the power of suppression!"
There was anger in his voice, and immediately, the Five Elements Black Wings shook and rushed straight up the three hundred steps.
His body was shaking like a swallow in a net, but Qin Xuan remained unafraid.
Passing by the sixteen steps, the wings behind Qin Xuan slowly cracked, and blood fell down the wings, staining the holy ladder with gold.
On the thirty-third step, the Five Elements Mysterious Wings behind Qin Xuan have begun to partially collapse, and some are already disintegrating.
Evergreen Immortal's body is healing itself, but under such suppressive power, the speed of self-healing is almost extremely slow.
Qin Xuan was also extremely embarrassed. The terrifying force of suppression caused cracks in his body to continue to spread.
If it weren't for Qin Xuan's Eternal Evergreen Secret and the self-healing power of the Evergreen Immortal Body, he would have been seriously injured at this moment.
The road ahead is still far away, and no one knows how long this terrifying repressive force will last.
On the 400th level, when Qin Xuan entered here, his entire body was faintly broken, and the five elements of black wings behind him exploded and disappeared.
It was difficult for a semi-saint to resist this kind of suppressive power, and Qin Xuan even got hold of some corpses.
Each of these corpses is a genius. Stepping into this place, they were suppressed by this suppressive power.
This is real life and death. If you cannot hold on, there is only one way to die.
Qin Xuan's eyes were filled with indifference, and he continued to move forward with his broken body.
At the 460th level, pieces of flesh and blood on Qin Xuan's body had exploded into nothingness, revealing the Heavenly Tribulation Bones and his internal organs protected by the Immortal Essence.
At the 500th level, Qin Xuan was almost half a skeleton, with countless flesh and blood in his body destroyed by the shock.
Until Qin Xuan stepped onto the 530th step, even he felt the limit, and the two great immortals were faintly collapsing.
Qin Xuan is still moving forward, never retreating at all.
At the 550th step, as Qin Xuan's foot, which had no trace of flesh and blood, fell, the suppressive power around him suddenly dissipated.
What replaced it was endless darkness.
A flash of black light rushed into Qin Xuan's sea of consciousness, isolating his body from his immortal thoughts.
In the darkness, Qin Xuan's face still showed no trace of fear. He transformed into a body with his immortal thoughts and stood in the darkness.
"The power of suppression is nothing more than this!"
He spoke indifferently, as if provoking the Holy Power.
In the darkness, a figure slowly emerged.
"That's all? What a crazy junior!"
The visitor is like a saint, hiding in the mist, with only a black shadow outline.
In an instant, a holy power, like the force of heavenly pressure, swept towards Qin Xuan.
A frightening light flashed across Qin Xuan's eyes.
Immediately, his hand shook, and an immortal thought turned into a sword.
"A mere saint dares to show off his power in my sea of consciousness!?"
Qin Xuan suddenly took a step forward, and his figure passed through the fog in an instant.
Kill the saint with one sword!
boom!
The sea of consciousness was shaking, and the mist of the holy accumulation exploded, revealing the saint's body.
Although the sword transformed by the immortal thoughts in Qin Xuan's hand was destroyed, there was a wisp of the saint's hair in his hand.
This hair was transformed by the Holy Yun and the Holy Thought, but Qin Xuan forcibly cut off a strand.
Even the saint seemed sluggish. He turned around slowly, his old face almost showing a touch of disbelief and anger.
"How dare you do this!?"
Qin Xuan also turned around and looked at the old man quietly.
"Why don't you dare!?"
The sound moves the sea of consciousness, just like scorning a saint.