The foot raised by the old man Xie has been unable to step up the ladder. He stared at the previous ladder for a long time, and finally sighed, retracted his foot, looked at Feng Jiu, and said, "It seems that I too I can only get here, do what I can, and I won't go up."

His voice paused, looking at Feng Jiu, and said, "The road ahead is still long, so be careful."

"Okay." Feng Jiu replied, then turned and continued to walk forward.

The old man in the back watched him at ease, one step was a step without stopping, as if nothing could stop him, watching him pass by the monks, watching his figure drift away, he was finally Breath out lightly, then walked down.

When he got here, the change in his state of mind seemed to be another level, the spiritual aura in his body was surging. I have to say that even if he didn't climb the fairy ladder, the trip was rewarding for him.

Feng Jiu walked up, and the higher she went, the more she couldn't see the road ahead, and she didn't know how many steps there were. Anyway, she walked up before the end, and for some reason, she couldn't see the front and the back. People of, can't hear other voices, as if she is the only one on this road.

The pace was slowly moving, and the sudden gust of wind blew her eyes and her body seemed to be blown down. She steadied her footsteps and paused, looking forward, only the gust of wind was blowing everywhere. With.

Immediately afterwards, the torrential rain came in the squally wind, and the torrential rain was knocked down by the wind as if it was hit by a stone. It was a little painful, and the spiritual energy on the body seemed to be ineffective at this moment. Isolate those wind and rain attacks.

She only knew that the heavy rain fell on her body, her ink hair was wet against her cheeks, and her red robe was wet against her body. It was even more difficult to move because her clothes were soaked.

Of course, her pace did not stop, because I don’t know when she started, the steps behind her disappeared, as if she would fall downward as long as she stopped. Therefore, even if the speed of going up is not fast, she is still Walking step by step.

I don’t know how long it took. The squally wind stopped and the rainstorm stopped, but what appeared was a scorching sun, as if the sun was scorching her on top of her head. The scorching temperature put her clothes and ink on her hair. The moisture was roasted dry, and the moisture evaporated in the sky.

The clothes that had been drenched on her body were dry, but the sweat oozes out, dripping drop by drop, and the sweat on her back also wets her clothes. She is extremely thirsty and she reaches out to the space. When I took out the water to drink, I found that I couldn't get anything.

She just froze for a moment, and then went on walking.On this road, as if there was no night, she seemed to have walked for a long time, but she didn't see her head.

Her physical energy was exhausted, and her pace gradually slowed down. At this moment, the weather on this climbing ladder changed again. The sun was still shining a moment ago and she couldn't open her eyes in the next moment. But as if falling into the ice and snow, the snow fluttered and the cold wind howled.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, the ice is biting, and even the road under her feet is covered with a thick layer of snow. She couldn't help bending down and grabbing a handful of snow in her hand, before she waited for the snow. In the entrance, snow disappeared in her hands.