In the big pit with silver bloodstains, Lin Huang smashed Xiaopang Bai's head with a punch, and then coughed violently.
Not far away, Shakongjialou looked at the scene just now, lowered his eyebrows and sighed softly.
"Ahem..."
Lin Huang covered his mouth with his hand and bent down due to violent coughing. Then he raised his head and said to Shakongjia Pavilion: "If you want to kill me now, this is undoubtedly the best opportunity!"
Shakong Jialou pursed his lips.
However, he did not take action, and just spoke slowly: "If the young monk takes action, the junior brother will naturally die. But... the young monk will not take action against the junior brother!"
"I won't thank you!"
Lin Huang coughed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was evil.
Shakongjialou shook his head, his broken hands slowly joined together in the air, and his face under the Bodhi tree became calm, "The young monk spent the first half of his life practicing Buddhism. The young monk will also practice Buddhism in the second half of his life. So...
...No matter what, the young monk cannot set foot on the top of the mountain. In fact, neither Zhao Xuanchao nor Donor Song Changling can set foot on it. Except for you and Donor Bai, no one else has a chance!"
"Why is this?"
Lin Huang asked with interest.
"The way is different..."
Behind Shakongjia Tower he sighed: "We don't want to work together!"
Lin Huang raised a smile on his lips, and then stood up calmly, no longer coughing. He raised his head slightly, feeling the huge mountain of corpses above, and said: "In this case, I won't kill you!"
Shakong Jialou was neither happy nor sad, but said calmly: "The young monk will be waiting for Junior Brother Huang in the Buddhist Kingdom of the West. We will meet again then!"
"This day will never happen! If it does, I should be the one who kills the Buddhist Kingdom in the West!"
Lin Huang said coldly.
"My Buddha is compassionate...Junior Brother Huang, please believe me, little monk, we will meet again..."
With that said, the figure of Shakongjialou slowly dissipated in the big pit, his spiritual body was annihilated, and his soul turned into a wisp of blue smoke and slowly left the ancient battlefield.
Lin Huang's brows narrowed slightly, feeling the departure of Shakongjialou, and the Seven World-Slaying Skills he had secretly accumulated disappeared into thin air.
Then, Lin Huang jumped up without any concern, reappeared at the five thousand steps of the corpse stairs, and climbed towards the top.
So far, the four ancient disciples who participated in the battle to be crowned king have been completely eliminated.
Yao Yefeng, Emperor Hunsheng, and Zhao Xuanchao were completely crushed by Lin Huang, and their souls flew away, leaving only a physical body that would never wake up.
Only Shakongjial Tower left the ancient battlefield.
Outside the ancient battlefield, the remaining people were also stunned, with their mouths open not knowing what to say. Such a result was something they would never have imagined more than a month ago.
After all, from the opening of the ancient battlefield to the past few days, the disciples of the four ancient tribes have been so high-spirited.
Yao Yefeng once topped the list of mountains and rivers.
Zhao Xuanchao appeared on the giant mountain of corpses at a speed that the other three could not match, and charged towards the top.
However, the four geniuses who had the greatest hope of gaining unparalleled inheritance in the ancient battlefield were defeated one by one, and even lost their lives completely.
Instead, it turned out to be someone they had not heard of before the opening of the ancient battlefield.
Kill the demon Ye Feng, kill the Emperor Hun Sheng, and kill Zhao Xuanchao!
In addition to Shakongjialou, they killed all the disciples of the other three ancient clans, which is really unbelievable and dumb.
A boy with no background dared to offend three ancient tribes at once.
Even if he has peerless talent, even if he has the appearance of a great emperor, I am afraid that in a short while, the entire Taixuan Domain will receive the news of his death!
…
On the giant mountain of corpses, Lin Huang didn't think so much.
He just climbed to the top step by step!
step.
Ten steps.
A hundred steps...
After crossing the five thousand steps, the murderous aura around him became too terrifying, like a bloody gun shot at Lin Huang, and like a majestic mountain that kept getting heavier, pressing down on Lin Huang's head.
Each step becomes more difficult.
From five thousand steps to six thousand steps, it was only a short one thousand steps, but Lin Huang walked for half an hour... When he stepped on the six thousand steps, cracking blood lines appeared all over Lin Huang's body.
It seemed that at any time, Lin Huang could completely collapse.
However, even though the vitality in his body was in chaos and hurt like a knife, his expression did not change at all. He was as cold as before and moved forward slowly as before.
Six thousand three hundred steps.
Six thousand six hundred steps.
…
Seven thousand two hundred steps.
…
Seven thousand eight hundred steps.
…
When Lin Huang reached eight thousand four hundred steps, he finally couldn't hold on any longer, his legs staggered, and he knelt on the stairs of corpses.
At this moment, Lin Huang's waist seemed to be bent.
He was holding on to the steps above with both hands so that he would not be directly crushed to death on the steps. He was panting like an ox, and his face was flushed and ferocious.
"Ahem..."
Lin Huang coughed violently and raised his head, as if looking at the top.
But he couldn't see it.
Today, he is at eight thousand four hundred steps.
He didn't know how many steps there were on this long staircase...
Nine thousand steps?
Ten thousand steps?
One hundred thousand steps?
Still a million steps!
What warriors fear most is a struggle with no hope, and with their lives as a bet.
On the stairs, Lin Huang coughed and shook his head. Then he snarled in a low voice and tried his best to stand up, walking forward with rickets like a hobbling old man!
Time passes little by little.
It seems very slow, as slow as nine thousand steps in the forest. Every step you take, you have to stop for a moment before you dare to take the next step.
But it seems to be very fast.
As they approached Lin Huang silently recited the steps, and before he knew it, he went from 8,400 steps to 12,000 steps!
…
Outside the ancient battlefield, everyone waited for another seven days.
For seven days, Lin Huang had been climbing the mountain, boring everyone to death, which reduced the original handful of people by more than half.
The dozens of people who can still stay here probably have nothing to do.
Gradually, Lin Huang walked farther up the mountain.
Twenty thousand steps.
Thirty-four thousand steps.
At this time, Lin Huang no longer walked, but climbed up using both hands and feet, really like a dog!
Bang.
On the evening of the thirteenth day, when everyone was bored and didn't pay attention, there was a sudden bang on the huge mountain of corpses.
When everyone looked at the screen unconsciously, they saw that the forest on the huge mountain of corpses exploded violently...
"Um?"
Everyone suddenly frowned in surprise, and then shook their heads, "It seems that we still failed! Forty-seven hundred steps, this is probably the best result in the history of the ancient battlefield. But... we still failed after all! There is no appearance of a great emperor.
, but with the heart of a great emperor, he will eventually die!"
"It's really a pity. Even if you can't reach the top and leave the ancient battlefield in time, as long as you don't die, you will become a great person in the future!"
"What a great weapon. If this kid comes out, within half an hour, he will be slapped to death by the three ancient tribes. It's better to stay in the ancient battlefield and blow it up. After all, he will die for the sake of inheritance!
"
Someone sneered.
However, just as everyone was talking about it, they saw changes in the light curtain.
On the giant mountain of corpses, when Lin Huang's spirit body exploded, his soul was not completely annihilated, nor did it leave the ancient battlefield. Instead, it floated on the giant mountain of corpses, facing countless murderous attacks.
Without the protection of the spirit body, facing the terrifying murderous intent, Lin Huang's soul was like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time. In desperation, Lin Huang retreated directly from the 47,000-step staircase to the ninth floor.
Thousand steps!"
The illusory forest wilderness was floating in the air. Lin Huang raised his head, as if he could see the top of the mountain, and his face was as cold as frost...