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Luo Xingchen let go of all his concerns. His heart was as calm as still water, he walked step by step, isolating all of the Blood Evil Qi with his mind, he kept taking step after step forward. With every step, his heart felt a little more pressured, as if a great way of the underworld was leading him to the road of never return!

He did not dare to enter, nor did he want to retreat. Every time someone who dared to challenge the path of death appeared, most of them would regard him as a hothead, and while they were agitated, they would also happily gather their curiosity onto Luo Xingchen, causing a round of speculation and debate.

One by one, eyes were fixed on Luo Xingchen's footsteps from behind. At this moment, Luo Xingchen had already walked for over ten steps, his expression did not change, his speed did not decrease, his breath was calm, and his breathing was even more uniform.

Everyone stared at Qin Yang, one of them had a gloomy expression, and said softly: "How far do you think this boy can go?"

A young man beside him held his saber against his chest, curled his lips in disdain and said: "Just now, there was a woman who was at the Spiritual Movement Stage Late Phase. She walked one hundred steps and died with not even her corpse intact, and there was even a brother lying on the ground. "What a sepulcher!

There was even a hint of disdain in his tone; he simply did not believe that Luo Xingchen could walk so far.

"Hey, stop trying to guess. This kid isn't a mortal, he's on the same side as that monster!" Another person had a calm expression as he argued.

"So what? I've been watching him with my eyes wide open. I bet he can't walk more than a hundred steps!" The saber-wielding young man casually said, as though he was filled with confidence.

"Humph? If he can walk a hundred steps, then what? " A strange, delicate, and pretty man was playing around.

"Then I …" I will give you my blade! " The youth holding the blade hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying that the blade was a Mysterious Spirit Treasure.

"Alright."

As a result, the group gathered even more focus as they watched Luo Xingchen progress step by step.

Luo Xingchen's aura was stable and he slowly moved forward, unhurried, the pressure becoming stronger and stronger. Not only was he killing intent, his bones seemed to be enduring a kind of spatial pressure as the pain penetrated deep into his bones.

However, Luo Xingchen was not flustered at all. He continued to look forward with his firm gaze, no matter how deep and deep the abyss was beneath his feet. He kept looking straight ahead.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Xingchen had already taken eighty steps forward. He continued to advance forward, and even though his pace was not fast, he did not stop at all. He continued to take his ninetieth step, ninetieth step … Continuously moving forward!

The face of the man holding the saber turned a little blue. With a steeled face, he prayed repeatedly in his heart: Stop, stop...

Yet Luo Xingchen's speed was still so stable. In the blink of an eye, he took the ninety-ninth step, and the one hundredth step!

"Humph!" "You lost. Bring me your blade." The sinister young man glanced at the young man with the blade, all the gazes were on him, he instantly revealed an unreconciled face, and passed the blade over with a sullen face, as he glanced at Luo Xingchen on the road of life and death with resentment, and was extremely displeased.

"Hmph, he really doesn't know how to live. I think he's dead for sure!" If he can walk two hundred steps, I will directly jump down from here! " The young man glared at him angrily as he said this.

Instantly, the surrounding spectators went silent, and they all stared solemnly at the road in front of them.

Luo Xingchen could not hear the discussion going on behind him, he continued to move, and with every step he took, "Dong!" The sound became heavier and heavier. The iron board beneath his feet was lit up with inscriptions. The blood-red color was enough to dye half of his body red.

Drops of sweat flowed down Luo Xingchen's forehead.

At this time, that kind of pressure hit his body like a huge bell, hitting all the bones in his body, causing him to feel a kind of pain that spread throughout his entire body.

Luo Xingchen frowned, he felt that this was a type of test. His body was under pressure, and was already injured, if he continued walking, he would be even more exhausted, and even more scarred.

When he mentioned about being injured, he could not help but think of the Nirvana Mantra. He immediately smiled, a light flashed in his eyes, he stopped and muttered: "I will heal your injuries, I want to continue walking, I want to see who can stop me!"

"Crack!" Luo Xingchen clenched his fist with determination.

Seeing him stop, the young man who had just thrown away his treasured saber immediately scolded: "Tsk, did you see that? I told you, he had only walked a few steps before he finally stopped. I think next, he's about to die like that woman, with his body exploding."

Then, Luo Xingchen's body suddenly moved, he quickly took another step, and continued to move, his speed seemed to have increased, smoothly walking forward, and looking as though he did not have any obstructions, one step, two steps! So fast!

"Crunch... There's going to be a good show!" The corners of the weird looking young man's mouth curled up, his expression was extremely comfortable, and everyone revealed a surprised expression. They could not believe that not only was Luo Xingchen safe and sound, he was even more spirited!

"No, how is that possible?" The gloating young man was instantly stunned, and at the moment when he was being foolish, Luo Xingchen acted like he was unharmed, and had already took a few tens of steps. When he reacted to it, Luo Xingchen had taken a total of close to two hundred steps, and his body was surrounded by a layer of faint gold light.

Swoosh!

In front of them, it was already filled with mist. Luo Xingchen stepped into the mist as his body became more and more blurry, and finally, he disappeared from the line of sight of the crowd. At this moment, he had already moved more than two hundred steps forward, causing all the spectators to be dumbstruck.

"Hur hur, what did you say just now?" The youth sneered as he turned his head to look at the youth playfully. The rest of the people reacted and immediately looked at him as if they were watching a show.

"This, this, this is only Spiritual Energy Stage …" The youth was incoherent. His face was pale as he kept talking to himself.

"If you lose, you have to fulfill your promise!"

"NO!" It's all fake! " The youth gritted his teeth as he shouted in anger, "Didn't you see that? Golden light is surrounding his body, he must have used some sort of magical equipment, he cheated! "

"Hmph, you really aren't a man." Her sissy voice sounded, there was a hint of coldness in her tone as she said indifferently, "Will you go down yourself, or will you go down with me?"

The rest of the people all gave him cold looks, causing this youth to feel despair!

He cried bitterly as he trembled all over. He curled his arms and pleaded with a sullen face, "Just treat what I just said as farts. I won't speak any more nonsense. You all must be generous …"

"Get lost!" The sissy's voice turned cold in an instant. She suddenly focused all her strength on her leg and kicked the young man, sending him flying into the abyss!

AHH!" The screams echoed throughout the world, and disappeared without a trace.

His fair hands held onto the treasured blade and casually threw it forward. A Mysterious Spirit Treasure fell into the ice-cold abyss just like that, without leaving even an echo. It caused everyone to be stupefied and speechless.

"Ugh …" The group of martial cultivator looked like they were struck dumb, as they stared fixedly at this sissy. At this moment, they started to size her up with seriousness and confusion.

This devilish sissy had a tall stature, snow-white skin and was somewhat unhealthy, yet her lips were bright red, akin to a seductive maiden. At this moment, he extended his long nails and licked his tongue, exuding a sinister aura that caused the hearts of the crowd to turn cold as they retreated backwards.

The corner of his mouth formed a bewitching arc, and he suddenly laughed coldly, his purple robe exuding a terrifying aura. He who was originally at the peak of the Spiritual Movement Stage, his aura kept rising, and in the end, shockingly reached the peak of the Spirit Diagram Stage!

"Hiss …" You, you're hiding your strength, just who are you? " Amongst the shocked martial cultivator, a middle-aged man stuttered as he asked in confusion.

The cold eyes of the cold-looking young man glared at these people, and then he laughed sinisterly: "Hehe …" You guys are really a bunch of trash, you don't even dare to advance, and you don't even want to retreat. What's the use of keeping you guys alive, why not just go back the way they came, at least in the trap area outside the exit, and die a little faster! "

"You! Evil path! "Run!" Everyone was startled and quickly rushed out and ran towards the back.

"Hahahaha …" "Haha …" The cold and unusual youth laughed sinisterly, with a wave of his hand, dozens of silver light beams flew out, piercing towards the necks of the dozens of martial cultivator s who were hesitating, they did not even have time to scream before their bodies were frozen in place, the blood flowing from their necks had dyed their clothes red.

The youth indifferently turned his head and sneered: "It should be closed in a moment. I'm not going to play anymore. I'll go to the front to experience it!"

Swoosh!

He was like a cool breeze, his body flickered and he stepped onto one of the three paths of life. This path was the one Yu Hongluan and Tantai Clan had taken earlier.

His speed was extraordinarily fast. Like a gust of wind, he swept past and instantly disappeared without leaving a trace, vanishing from the iron chain bridge that was suffused with mist …

The current him, had already walked more than five hundred steps. Although it was but a hair's breadth away from the long metal chain bridge, he himself, however, felt the increasing pressure, and the sweat on his body, was even more concentrated as he walked.

Now, after more than five hundred steps, there seemed to be something even colder testing him on the road. Wisps of cold wind blew across his body, like invisible knives, and they were able to cut through his body. Not long later, his clothes were all destroyed, and wounds and blood stained his skin.

Bearing with the fierce cold wind, Luo Xingchen immediately cut open his wounds and walked forward with even more determination. Circulating Nirvana Mantra, he quickly absorbed the spirit energy particles and merged them into his wounds, healing his injuries layer after layer, then got slashed by the wind blade and healed himself again.

Luo Xingchen's heart was like iron, he clenched his teeth, and faced the skies coldly! Since he had already chosen this path, so what if his body was smashed into smithereens? He also had to bite the bullet and never compromise!