Chapter 159 Ginseng Road
Chapter 159 Ginseng Road
Jianchi Mountain, on the ginseng road.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a hazy feather drifted along with the falling snowflakes and flew towards Hong Zhou.
"It's Fengyu, it's Fengyu!"
In the crowd, the old madman suddenly went crazy. He scratched his cheeks desperately with both hands, kept making moves to force back the people around him, and finally lay on the ground, holding his head, looking at the mountain road with a distorted look.
An injured daimyo sect elder was filled with rage and approached the old madman to punch and kick him, but when he came to his senses he was immediately scared, because this was a master.
"He didn't seem to be trying to fight back."
"What master? He's just a dead dog. Beat him!"
Seeing this, the elder of the Daming Sect became bolder and called on his disciples to take action together. The old madman took the lead, and their counterattack was justified.
Some masters looked regretful. The old madman was as good as a genius when he was young, but because he killed too many people, he did not get the soul umbrella given by ghosts. Without the soul umbrella, he could not defend against the mad feathers that fell randomly. This product of the evil thoughts of ghosts could arouse a person's deepest desires. Since then, the old madman was trapped in the vortex of killing desire and reason, unable to extricate himself.
There was no way to avoid the mad feather hitting the Hong axis.
The man who was once number seven in the world immediately had ferocious eyes.
In an instant, Hong Zhou's whole body stiffened and his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.
In just a few days, he fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley. His defeat by Long Cheng was due to his inferior skills, but it was the Daming Sect's initial respect and subsequent arrogance that was truly chilling.
The former respectful disciple forced himself to climb the mountain.
The usually submissive elder threatened that if he failed, his family would be affected.
Even though he was deposed, the Daimyo clan still wanted to squeeze out the last of his surplus value, just like when they encouraged him to attack Longcheng for the sake of reputation.
“This time, I want to live for myself.”
"I want to become a Grandmaster again!"
“This is what I want, I must move forward!!”
After a full half a quarter of an hour, Hong Zhou opened his eyes, his ferocious look disappeared, and he took a firm step forward.
Countless onlookers were stunned and confused. In history, being hit by Feng Yu without a Soul Umbrella often meant elimination, and very few people could withstand it.
“Although I am old, I still have the ambition of a tiger!”
In the pavilion, Elder Du Nan could not hide his admiration.
At one side, the most perceptive Grand Elder of the Taoist Palace tilted his head with surprise in his eyes.
In the sight, two figures, one in front and one behind, were approaching Jianchi Mountain quickly.
"That must be the recently famous Peaceful Lord."
"Master of Yanyu Tower?" The red-robed eunuch was puzzled: "Why is he like crazy?"
"Jiang Wuyang, I will kill you!"
The owner of the Misty Rain Tower roared in anger, and the long sword in his hand continuously sent out thin and sharp sword energy rain threads. No matter whether it was a big tree or a huge rock blocking the way, they were all cut in two, and the broken ends were smooth and flat, and the sword energy was sinister.
Jiang He's face was calm as he kept dodging with calm steps. Now that the entire Yizhou was about to fall, he had to take a detour through the canyon to get to Dangguan City. Even he could not get there within half a day.
But that doesn't mean there is no solution.
"As long as we cross this mountain, we can reach Dangguan City as quickly as possible."
Jiang He looked up at the foggy main peak, and kept walking through the crowd until he stepped onto the steps of Ginseng Road.
"Get out of my way!"
The owner of Yanyu Tower had a face full of hatred. He stretched out a sword from a distance. Raindrops turned into silk, and the silk became swords. A dozen warriors in front of him were cut off directly, and the sword light pierced the stopped figure.
But when the sword light entered the range of the Ginseng Road, it was immediately like suffering a million pounds of weight. Under the dual effects of Shen Lingtian and the Soul Dao formation, it shattered into dust in the blink of an eye.
Jian Chen stroked him, and Jiang He climbed the second step with his hands behind his back. When he raised his legs, the intense pain and tremendous pressure on his soul made his body tremble instinctively.
“It really lives up to its reputation. It seems that the closer the height is to Shen Lingtian, the greater the pressure. But what are these ghost things around?”
Jiang He walked at a steady pace with a blank expression on his face, thinking about the situation around him. His three eye abilities allowed him to gradually see the faces of the figures clearly. One of them was similar to the ghost that possessed the Yue Mansion before, but it did not have that malicious and hideous look.
"This guy is a butcher!"
"How many people did he kill?"
"This man is filled with the wails of the dead!"
The ghosts whispered to each other, because of the death in their lives, they were particularly sensitive and disgusted with killing.
The owner of the Misty Rain Tower stared at someone who had taken a few steps forward in an instant, and immediately snorted coldly, and also stepped onto the steps of the Ginseng Road. As long as the other party stopped for a moment, he would break his arms and drag this guy down the mountain to fight to the death. The two climbed up one after the other.
At the front of the climbing team, the four geniuses, Dao Chi, Yin Shengzi, the young prince, and Anbei Princess, were approaching the 900th step. At this point, failure would no longer lead to the foot of the mountain. Next to them was a flat land with persimmon trees.
In the pavilion, countless experts were watching.
"They are about to face the qualification test."
"The Holy Son Yin is destined to go the furthest in the last ninety-nine steps. He has the ambition to unify the martial arts world!"
"Dao Chi is obviously walking more steadily. The ginseng path is definitely not just about bravery and diligence!"
The masters each had their own opinions, Elder Du Nan and Dao Palace Grand Master were at loggerheads with each other, and the difficulty of the last ninety-nine steps rose sharply, but the benefits were also very obvious. There was a threshold every ten steps, and the more pressure of evil thoughts one took on, the more likely one would get Nan Shi's favor.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Dao Chi and Yin Shengzi were both sweating profusely, rushing to walk on the ginseng road, and taking fifty steps with difficulty.
In the end, it was the young prince behind him who could not hold on first and fell off the road to the ground.
The man wiped the sweat off his face and looked calm.
"In a two-on-two fight, only by eliminating one person can you obtain the southern persimmon according to your favor. You have spent all your energy on the ginseng road. How can you still compete with me? It's stupid!"
The young prince sat cross-legged under the persimmon tree, taking the time to recover his strength.
"The prince has reached the summit, he is recovering his strength!"
"Isn't this a shortcut to victory? Saint Yin may not be able to win the title of young leader!"
The discussion at the foot of the mountain gradually became heated.
"Look, it's Fengyu again!"
"When he reached 500 steps, there was no soul umbrella. The ghosts were very disgusted with him."
Everyone looked over and saw a tall figure walking forward with his hands behind his back on the Ginseng Road. Normally at this time, climbers would be picked by ghosts. Even if they were not picked as early as Dao Chi and the others, they would not be picked up late.
Jiang He took a step forward, and the gaze of the owner of Yanyu Tower behind him made him feel uneasy.
A crazy feather fell down, and the old madman went crazy again. The owner of Yanyu Tower narrowed his eyes and let the sweat slide down. He was ready to take action at any time.
The moment Jiang He was hit by Feng Yu, an extremely strong feeling of hunger surged in his heart, just like when he was hungry as a child. His heart, which had been fused with the Garuda Egg, was aching, and the greedy desire to eat everything gradually filled his mind, covering up his rationality bit by bit.
But there was no pause, as if Jiang He had never been hit at all, and he continued to take another step at a constant speed.
"Everything is me, so what's wrong with that?"
Jiang He's face was very calm. He didn't think that there was anything wrong with his greed, nor did he intend to suppress his desire with reason. He once ate up most of the granary in one breath, which made his cheeks hurt and he felt nauseous and retched. But when he thought about it, he still felt that it was not enough. In fact, he believed that he was like this on a normal day. Even if Yizhou was about to fall, he was unwilling to give up the reward for the main task, even if he had to climb the mountain at this moment, and he had no confidence in getting it.
Behind him, the owner of Yanyu Tower was stunned, then gritted his teeth and followed the other party's footsteps, holding a soul umbrella in his hand and his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Everyone at the foot of the mountain was stunned, and the old madman stood there in a daze.
"Why wasn't he affected at all!?"
"Did Crazy Feather hit?"
"Ping Luan Bo doesn't have a soul umbrella!"
In the crowd, the elder of the Daming Sect stopped beating the old madman, his expression full of confusion. The palm strike just now had unexpectedly caused his arm to become numb.
The next second, a fist hit him in the face.
The Daimyo clan elder was immediately reduced to a headless corpse.
All the disciples retreated in fear.
The old madman dusted himself off and stood up, his eyes calm but filled with murderous intent. Even though he was covered in mud, he still had the dignity of a master, and his madness had completely faded away.
"So that's how it is. I love blood, but that's just who I am. What's wrong with that? At the very least, I can just kill what needs to be killed. It seems that in life, the person who should not be wronged the most is myself."
The old madman had an indifferent expression and moved as fast as lightning. His true energy circulated and in just a moment, he slaughtered sixteen disciples of the Daming Sect with his bare hands.
The masters were all shocked, not because of the strength displayed by the other party, but because after twenty years, the old madman actually regained his sanity. This was simply nonsense.
Suddenly, in full view of everyone, the old madman bowed to the young figure from a distance, even performing the disciple salute.
"Crazy, he's still crazy."
"It's totally disgraceful to perform disciple etiquette for a junior!"
The old madman just laughed it off when he heard it, not taking it seriously at all. After all, in this world, the wise are always the teachers, and as a so-called "dead dog", he had no face to speak of.
(End of this chapter)