Chapter 69
Su Zimo turned around and saw four people.
Two Taoist boys, one fat and thin, have seen them, and the other two middle-aged Taoist priests are very impressed, and they look at Su Zimo with a weird look.
Su Zimo vaguely guessed that these two middle-aged Taoist priests might be the predecessors of Misty Peak.
Su Zimo put down the little fat man, glanced away, and found that on the ground around the two of them, there were eight large flags, each of which was as high as half a person, and the triangular flag cloth was painted with mysterious lines. Drifting in the wind.
"What are these things?"
Su Zimo frowned, did not think too much, adjusted his breathing, tidied his clothes, and fisted at the two middle-aged Taoist priests and said, "I have seen two seniors, Su Zimo in the Lower Yan State, and luckily climbed to the top of the mountain..."
"start!"
Before Su Zimo finished speaking, he was interrupted by a voice.
The eight banners around Su Zimo and Little Fatty were shining brightly, and the lines on the flag cloth shone with dazzling brilliance.
In a daze, Su Zimo's heart flashed a warning sign, and a middle-aged Taoist priest not far away suddenly waved his sleeves, and an irresistible force came!
Su Zimo couldn't resist the vastness of this force.
Su Zimo fell from the edge of the cliff and watched the top of the mountain get farther and farther away. His body was uncontrollable and unable to move, and a heart of horror emerged spontaneously.
boom!
Su Zimo fell into the abyss, falling to pieces.
It was clear that the physical body had been destroyed, but Su Zimo's consciousness was so clear, endless pain struck, bones and muscles broken, and the pain of flesh and blood exploded, constantly stimulating Su Zimo.
Why?
Su Zimo didn't understand.
He didn't even have the mind to think about it, the ubiquitous pain tortured him.
Su Zimo never realized the pain of death.
There is a big horror between life and death.
This kind of horror makes people fall apart.
Being afraid of death is almost instinct. When someone is pointed at with a knife, you will be frightened. What kind of horror is the real death?
On the top of the mountain, Su Zimo and Little Fatty were motionless, their eyes closed tightly, and their bodies trembled, without falling into the abyss.
The eight bitter array started, and the two had completely entered the illusion.
"You personally set up the formation, which is much more powerful than the eight bitter formation in the abyss. Can these two little guys stand it?" A look of worry passed across Wen Xuan's eyes.
Xuan Yi said: "Let's take a look, as long as these two people can survive the catastrophe, they will pass the test."
At this moment, three figures appeared on the top of the mountain.
These three people all passed the test of the eight sufferings in the abyss, survived the two catastrophes of life and death, and were automatically teleported to the top of the mountain.
The three of them were pale, sweating profusely, sitting on the spot weakly, looking blank.
The two Taoists hurried forward and fed the three of them a pill.
After the three of them took the pill, their expressions slowed down, and their faces gradually recovered a little ruddy.
"The two little guys with mutant spirit roots are good, they have already survived the Three Tribulations." Xuan Yi said suddenly.
Wen Xuan sighed: "Among the eight calamities of suffering, the four calamities of birth, old age, sickness and death are easy, but the next four are more difficult than one. Let alone them, even if I have already stepped into the alchemy, I may not be able to see through it."
As soon as the voice fell, a big flag shook gently, and a dazzling beam of light burst into the sky.
Xuan Yi let out a sigh of relief and nodded: "Yes, this son has already survived the death catastrophe."
After a while, the arrogant man and the white-shirted woman were transported to the top of the mountain.
Wen Xuan looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "Very well, you have survived the Four Tribulations, take a rest on the sidelines."
Wow!
Another big flag shook, and a beam of light broke through the sky.
"Huh? You have survived the pain of life so quickly?" Xuan Yi's face was shocked.
Everyone has to experience the suffering of life, but they have forgotten.
In the abdomen, the fetus curled up into a ball, unable to straighten his hands and feet, unable to breathe, which was equivalent to staying in a closed and narrow prison, which was extremely painful.
This is why babies cry when they are born.
Before long, another beam broke through the clouds.
Immediately afterwards, the fourth beam was shining!
"this..."
Wen Xuan and Xuan Yi looked at each other and could see the shock in each other's eyes.
In the Danfeng, a young boy with a crane and a childlike face rose into the sky, looking at the beam in the distance, frowning slightly, and wondering: "This beam is the Eight-Bitter Array Flag, so someone asked Xuan Yi to arrange the array himself?"
After a short pause, the boy muttered to himself: "No, I have to go and see."
At the same time, Fu Feng and Qi Feng flew out a figure, galloping towards Qianshan.
boom!
The fifth beam emerges!
Before long, on the top of the mountain, there was another young man with a crane hair, a glamorous woman, and a bad old man.
The first gathering of Wufeng!
Wow!
The banner shook.
The sixth beam is shining!
"I have gone through the six calamities of the eight misfortunes, this kind of mind is rare in a thousand years, what is the origin of this son?" Hefa teenager asked with a solemn expression.
"It's from Yan Country, others don't know." Wen Xuan shook his head.
The Leng Yan woman swept her gaze over Su Zimo, frowned slightly, and asked, "Huo Linggen?"
"This...it seems to be, but the Spirit Test Gate did not allow him to pass. For some reason, I will try him again with the Spirit Test Stone for a while," Wen Xuan said.
The voice just fell.
boom!
The seventh beam lights up.
Su Zimo, the seventh calamity has passed!
The little fat man had just survived the two tribulations of life and death, and he was so scared that he lay on the ground and cried, but he still did not get out of the pain of the eight tribulations.
In this moment, the two Taoists have already told everyone the ins and outs of life and death.
There were originally more than 500 people, but now on the top of the mountain, only six people have passed the third pass.
In addition to the arrogant man, the white-shirted woman and the little fat man, there are still three mortals without aura.
Everyone's eyes all fell on Su Zimo, with complex expressions.
They had all just survived the eight tribulations, and they could naturally experience the piercing pain.
Everyone can't imagine what kind of suffering it will be after seven kinds of suffering.
Xuan Yi said solemnly: "The eighth suffering and five accumulative sufferings are actually the superposition of the first seven sufferings, which is beyond the reach of humans. I will withdraw this formation and don't hurt this child."
As soon as Xuan Yi moved, the eighth beam came on!
Eight beams of light were extremely bright above the mountain peak, illuminating half of the sky.
At the same time, Su Zimo suddenly opened his eyes, killing intent burst out, holding the Hanyue Knife with his backhand, and slashing forward!
A stunning and peerless knife!
This knife light even covered the eight beams of light on the mountain peak.
This knife slashed directly at Xuan Yi, the chill was bitter, and the air on the entire mountain fell to freezing point instantly!
Wufeng's first great shock.
The knife was too sudden.
Xuan Yi's expression did not change, and he stretched out his fingers, his fingertips were bright, and he lightly tapped the Hanyue Sword.
when!
Hanyue knife collapsed and flew.
Su Zimo shook his whole body, stepped back a few steps, slipped under his feet, and almost fell from the top of the mountain.
Looking at the misty abyss beneath him, Su Zimo slowly passed away, realizing that what he had just experienced was just an illusion.
Wufeng's first look at Su Zimo's eyes gradually changed.