The person who was shouting that he was tired as a dog was naturally Aoki.
The clear brilliance accumulated and enveloped the body. It was like a huge mountain crushing it, causing it to bend down.
The brilliance was so thick that it wasn't just Aoki alone. The same was true for the demonic clone and Chu Yi.
But Chu Yi seemed to have not heard of it and was not affected by it. Her footsteps were still light. This made Qingmu feel depressed.
Their realm is the same, they are both on the first step. But the difference is so huge.
In these immortal pavilions, the depth of realm is equal to the strength of opportunity. Only the higher the cultivation level, the higher the level of magical powers and immortal magic obtained. If the cultivation level is not high, everything is empty talk.
From the fifty-fifth floor of Zhuxian Pavilion, there are spiritual materials. From the fifty-eighth floor, all I see are high-level spiritual materials.
But after all, these are only external objects. And they are not very rare. Even if they are placed in the outside world, they are still valuable.
After the sixtieth floor, the lower five floors are spiritual materials, and the upper floor is Taoism. If Aoki cannot set foot on the sixty-fifth floor, he can only choose a slightly valuable spiritual material.
But for Qingmu, this trip to the Immortal Pavilion was in vain.
The demonic clone did not feel any pressure. Behind him, the broken sword kept flashing with light.
There is a constant flow of ink-colored energy, surging out from the sword and seeping into the thick layer of brilliance in the demonic clone.
Although it has been thick and thick for a long time, it covers the whole body. Under the light, one can almost see the face, and the magic sword cannot be seen. But these are only the surface.
In the inner layer, a steady stream of black air seeped in, dispersing the bottom of the halo, making it no longer solemn. It was like the inner layer of a boulder had been emptied, leaving only an empty shell.
It's just that the empty shell naturally won't have much sinking power.
Aoki stretched out his hand and beat his waist, panting and glanced at the demonic clone, then quickly looked away. Finally, it fell on the girl.
Aoki is not surprised that the demonic clone walks here like a leisurely stroll.
After all, in Aoki's mind, his master is the most powerful existence in all the worlds today. Those who can compete with him are probably even those with three fingers missing.
With such an existence, how can these Immortal Pavilions stop him in the slightest?
But Chu Yi is not, he is a person with the same cultivation level and the same level as him.
Aoki's shout naturally caused the demonic clone and Chu Yi to turn around.
Chu Yi blinked her eyes, slowly lowering her head to raising her head, her eyes gradually moved from Qingmu's feet to her body, and then to her forehead, watching the big beads of sweat dripping down. She said doubtfully: "Grandpa Qingmu, you
Are you tired?"
Aoki nodded and said with a sad face: "I'm tired, I'm exhausted. Young Master, these halos are shining on me. Don't you feel the pressure?"
At this moment, Aoki also knew that it was because of these halos that it was difficult for him to move and it was very difficult. He was afraid that after a few more floors, he would have no strength and could only return without success.
"Tired? I don't think so." Chu Yi smiled and said, "Also, tiredness has something to do with these lights? I think these lights are very nice and beautiful. When they fall on me, I feel like a fairy.
"
"..." Qingmu was stunned when he heard this and was speechless.
"I think Grandpa Aoki is getting old. So, he should move his body more on weekdays. Just like Uncle Gou in my tribe, he is seventy years old, he still goes out to fight as a soldier, and he comes back with military exploits. He is so majestic.
!He even married a wife fifty years younger than him."
"Uncle Gou is now seventy-eight years old and has four babies."
"..." Aoki was stunned again and again.
"Look at my grandpa." Chu Yi pointed to the demonic clone beside him, and then said again: "They are both white-haired, but the difference is so big. My grandpa is still strong and strong."
"Look at my grandpa. Although he is not a child-like face, he is still very handsome. He is always strong and vigorous. If I were to marry Uncle Gou's daughter-in-law to grandpa, not to mention four, but even ten, I think it would be possible."
"...."
This time it was the demonic clone's turn to be stunned.
Qingmu's face was dark, as if shrouded in a thick layer of night, and in his heart were thousands of cows and horses galloping.
His young master looks young and sensible, but he doesn't know if he is slow or innocent, or if he is sinister and full of small thoughts.
Anyway, every time I speak, it touches my heart. It makes people feel speechless.
The demonic clone coughed and said: "That's not what Old Dang Yizhuang is used for. Let's go."
"Aoki, if you can't bear it, you can stay here, or go out and wait for us to return." The demonic clone thought for a while and spoke again.
Master Jian has already said that the foundation of Qingmu is unstable. It is extremely difficult to enter the sixtieth floor. Even if he is lucky enough to enter the sixtieth floor, he will not be able to move at all due to the overlapping pressure.
Even if he, with the help of Master Jian, can reach the eightieth level, it is unknown. After all, Master Jian is no longer at the peak of his power. Even if he is at the peak, he may not be able to reach the ninety level.
For him, he possesses several extraordinary magical powers. Especially the Nine Heavens Mysterious Technique, which is unique throughout the ages. It is difficult to find one in the world that can compare with him.
Therefore, in this trip to the Immortal Pavilions, except for the most powerful magical power in all the heavens and worlds that Master Jian said, the rest is not necessary for him.
Aoki might have returned without success, but so was he. After all, his level was still too low, and he hadn't even taken the second step.
If it were not for the help of the sword spirit, even though he could not move at this moment, he would still be like a green tree.
No matter how strong his Dao realm is, it is still limited. If the two bodies are not united, he will not be his opponent in the second step.
Qingmu's face changed slightly after hearing this. He quickly raised his strength and straightened his body. He said, "Master, don't worry, Xiaoqing is your slave, how can he be troubled by this mere sixty floors?"
He didn't want to give up, because he knew that the four slaves under his master, Yao Shuang and Zhen Buer, would not come here without the help of existences such as Sword Spirit and without quotas in the inner realm.
But there is another Xiao Yan!
Xiao Yan is a core disciple of the Ancient Immortal Sect and has a quota in the inner realm. Even if he does not enter the inner realm at this moment, he will arrive sooner or later.
And his target is naturally here, the Immortal Pavilion.
Qingmu regards Xiao Yan as his biggest enemy for favor, how could he want to be compared to Xiao Yan?
This is not only about this magic power, but also about the master's favor.
In his opinion, no matter how powerful the skill he obtained is, his master may not have a comparable skill.
As long as you try your best, even if you fail, your master will truly recognize you and consider you a qualified slave. Then, how can you not have top Taoist and magical powers?
"Master, please believe Xiao Qing!" Qingmu looked extremely serious, stared at the other person, and spoke loudly.
The demonic clone's eyes flashed, and he nodded and said: "We will do what we can."
This glow is the majesty of the Immortal Pavilion. If it is stacked up, if you hold on, you will probably encounter a strong backlash.
Aoki nodded, gritted his teeth, gathered all his strength, and walked forward.
In an instant, his face turned red and was covered with veins. In a few steps, he passed the two demonic clones and walked up the stairs.
The demonic clone slowed down and walked upward step by step, always keeping a few steps away from Aoki.
Half an hour later, we finally reached the sixtieth floor.
But when he reached the sixtieth floor, Aoki suddenly groaned and gasped for blood. The blood splashed, stained his clothes red, and also spilled on the ground.
The blood splashed on the ground was evaporated to dryness by the thick mist of flowing water as soon as it touched the ground, and turned into blood mist and was swallowed up again.
At this moment, a soft roar sounded not far away.
All the way up the stairs, on the sixtieth floor, I finally met the monk.
The demonic clone heard this sound and turned around to look.
A hundred meters away, there are three figures.
These three figures were all shrouded in thick light. Their shapes could not be clearly seen. But when they heard the chuckle, they knew they were women.
"As a second-step cultivator, even though I only took the first step on the first step, when I reached the sixtieth floor, I was severely injured by the pressure and vomited blood. He was the first person I saw during this trip."
"Little junior sister, please don't be rude."
Another voice sounded. Although it was scolding, it did not mean too much accusation.
After hearing this, Aoki's expression suddenly changed and his face darkened slightly.
He was ridiculed by women.
Although Aoki is an old man, he is still a man. How can a man tolerate being ridiculed by a woman?
"This fellow Taoist, we are disciples of Guanghan Palace. This little junior sister of mine has not been practicing for a long time and does not understand etiquette. I hope you can forgive me."
"Guanghan Palace?" Qingmu's expression changed once again after hearing this. Unexpectedly, these three people were disciples of Guanghan Palace.
Just because of his face, Aoki didn't even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said: "You said you are a disciple of Guanghan Palace? As a disciple of the top immortal sect, how can you stop at the sixtieth level?"
"Haha. If I hadn't been waiting here for Senior Sister, I would have gone up long ago. Do you think everyone is like you?"
The woman who spoke first laughed again.
"Fellow Taoist, I don't know. If it were just three of us, we would only be able to reach the sixty-fifth floor."
"Although all the Xuanzhao techniques are used after the sixty-fifth level, the gap between each level is still very big. The little girl and others stopped here, one is to recuperate and the other is to wait for the arrival of the senior sister and join forces for actual combat
With Yuetian Jue, it is not difficult to enter the seventieth level."
"Yuetian Jue?" Qingmu looked moved when he heard the words.
Yuetian Jue is an ancient technique, and it is Guanghan Palace's secret to suppress the sect. It cannot be practiced by non-core disciples. It is the third-generation ancestor of Guanghan Palace, a peerless magical technique created by the powerful mirror-destroying power.
"Who is your senior sister?" Aoki thought for a while and asked again.
"My senior sister? Hehe, I'm afraid I'll make this bad old man like you drool when I say it." The junior sister from Guanghan Palace smiled again and said: "My senior sister is naturally the most beautiful woman in Cangyuntian, attracting countless monks to pursue Han.
Ice Fairy."
"Ice Fairy?" Aoki shed tears involuntarily after hearing this.
But this is not saliva, but blood is still flowing.
"Everyone else drools when they see the senior sister. You are a bad old man, but you are bleeding profusely before even seeing her? But my senior sister has always ignored men."
"Those who are pursuing Senior Sister are all young talents. You are a wretched old man who has no chance at all."
"Huh? Our bodies are all covered by light, so we shouldn't be able to see people clearly. Sister, how can you tell that Grandpa Aoki is the old man?" Chu Yi spoke up and asked with doubts.
"It's very simple. If he is a strong young man, how can he vomit blood at the sixty level?"
"..." Qingmu was about to speak, but when he heard what Chu Yi said and what he said later, he was speechless.
The demonic clone looked at the three figures covered by light, and suddenly his fingers moved again.
At the same time, on the fiftieth floor of Zhuxian Pavilion, a cold and charming woman in blue was following closely behind a man in white.
The cold and beautiful woman's face was rosy and shy, and she seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage and said: "Master, do you feel tired? Nuan Yu carries you around, what do you think? Or I can support you."