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    This ancestor of the Ice Sect is truly remarkable. The Thousand Layers Platform is a magical workmanship that does not look artificial, and it also hides other mysteries that are extremely weird. It is worthy of being a stroke of genius.  However, its central idea is both admirable and detestable.  The wise people who benefit from it will naturally be grateful, while those who are pretentious, blind, and blaming will scold the Ice Sect ancestors bloody.

    The Thousand-Level Platform is obviously divided into three stages, and the 333 floors in the first stage are nothing artificial, just one step.  It is precisely this that causes many thoughts to come to those who step on it.  Just this test, shit, I can climb it in one breath.  As a result, the 334th floor slipped and fell without any suspense.  Of course, this is just one type of person.

    "The explanation is a test, how can you pass it easily, but some people don't take understanding seriously.

    The second stage is on the 333rd floor. Physical strength alone is obviously not enough. Even if you are as strong as an ox and have a solid foundation and strong qualities, you cannot escape the pressure, troubles and hallucinations.  If you can't keep your mind, have the perseverance to move forward, and the belief to never give up, then you will just fall into the trap.

    On the third stick of incense, Jingmo stopped on the 400th floor and had already made some tea.  Looking at that posture, it is very confusing. This is the third incense stick. If you want to give up, you should say something.

    The 334th floor was passed easily. The great elder and others were very unhappy. How could it go so smoothly?  Some elders' eyes lit up, they were a little surprised, and they secretly praised Jing Mo's extraordinary state of mind.  It wasn't until the three incense had burned and Jing Mo stopped on the spot to drink tea that the elders and the old guys completely relaxed and stopped paying attention to Jing Mo.

    Jing Hao glanced at the thoughtful master, confused. Even if he couldn't pass this level, his second brother shouldn't be like this either.  The only trace of faith that was left was now gone.  The only thing Jing Hao cares about is that nothing happens to Jing Mo no matter what.

    Jing Xiaotian looked indifferent, always staring at the small figure high up, without moving.  In his opinion, this trip to the Bing Sect has completely lost its meaning, and what Jing Mo insists on is nothing more than a belief.

    Jing Mo had an idea of ??how much time had passed, but in the same state as before, he was afraid that he would not even be able to cross the 666th floor.  Since it is just a kind of mental pressure, a mental hallucination, and not a real existence, then there must be the possibility of resistance.

    Adjusting the mental state, keeping the mind unmoved, trying to resist the invisible pressure with soul power.  Now that you have chosen a fight, you must show your integrity, your manly demeanor, and your frankness. You must never let this fight become a complete joke.  Keep your faith and never give up until the last moment.

    When the mental state reaches a certain peak, the mind will no longer be entangled by hallucinations.  When the soul power was concentrated and released to a certain extent, Jing Mo was delighted to find that the invisible pressure actually became slightly weaker.

    Just when the group of people were about to lose their patience, Jing Mo's figure, which had been standing still, suddenly started to move.  This movement made people feel relieved.  The next second, the relaxed mood suddenly lifted again.  The eyes opened wider and wider, and the mouths slowly opened. Everyone was extremely surprised and surprised.

    That speed was actually one point faster than the previous three hundred levels, and it was getting faster and faster. Master and disciple Qiu Wuguo and the girl in red, Han Lu, were shocked and completely speechless.

    Although Jing Xiaotian didn't know what was strange about the Thousand-Story Tower, he could tell from the reactions of the three people nearby.  But the incense has burned for the third time. Is it possible that Mo'er still has hope of reaching the top?  What exactly is going on?

    The girl in white, who was originally planning to leave among the rocks, suddenly saw Jing Mo in such a scene, her eyes moved, and her eyes flickered in surprise and astonishment.  Meeting Jing Mo for the third time was considered fate. The girl in white originally came to take a look with interest, but now she was greatly surprised and looked at Jing Mo in a different light.

    Although the invisible pressure is increasing layer by layer, Jing Mo¡¯s abnormal soul power is not in vain.  There were more than two hundred floors and I just rushed through it. Now that I have found an opportunity, how could I not seize it?  Besides, I wasted time before, and I don¡¯t know what will appear in the remaining three hundred floors.

    On the six hundred and sixty-sixth floor, Jing Mo finally stopped while holding on to the stone steps.  Sweat has already soaked my clothes, my spirit is infinitely exhausted but I can't relax, and my physical strength has been exhausted to a certain extent.

    At this point, the third stick of incense has not been completely burned out.  If those pretentious sect disciples knew about this speed, they would be shocked.

    Looking at the stone platform on the next floor, there is still no difference in the silver-white texture.  Panting heavily, I kept thinking about what the last three hundred and thirty-third level would be like.  Feeling the physical exertion and mental exhaustion, the young man's faith has not wavered in the slightest.

    Thinking about this trip to the Bing Sect, Jing Mo even felt ridiculous.  God doesn't recognize my intentions, but my resentment turns into a smile. Whoever laughs at me is just a person with low destiny and poor ambition.  Even if you have ambitions to reach the sky, but you don't have the skills, you don't blame others for making fun of you, you only complain that your fate is lower than the sky.

      Is your life lower than the sky?  Okay, I want to see if God can control me.

    Lifting his feet to the next level, Jing Mo stepped forward indifferently.  The pressure disappeared, the hallucination disappeared, and it suddenly seemed like I was back to the starting point, as if I was stepping on the first stone platform.  There is no pressure, no hallucinations, except for physical exertion and mental exhaustion, everything is calm.

    Are you playing with me again?  Okay, just think you are playing with me, so what!  Without hesitation, go directly to the next level.

    Phew!  ~~~The mountain wind blew suddenly, and Jing Mo's figure suddenly trembled. The next moment, he leaned down and stretched his arms forward as fast as possible. His fingers rubbed against the texture of the stone surface and moved an inch to the left before he finally stabilized his figure.  .

    The six hundred and sixty-seventh floor creates an illusion to make you relax.  But at the next level, the mountain wind comes suddenly, blowing your body out of control and making you fly into the sky.

    ??Smiling coldly, it turned out that the last three hundred or so floors were caused by the mountain wind.  Jing Mo was thinking this, but he didn't know that many of the Ice Sect's disciples were blown away by the mountain wind and were defeated extremely unwillingly.

    Without fear, continue to the next level.

    Since the invisible pressure is gone, there is no need to consume soul power anymore.  It wasn't until all his souls were taken back and it was confirmed that there was nothing abnormal that Jingmo's mental alert state relaxed slightly.

    However, with just such a slight relaxation, the previous hallucinations actually showed signs of reappearing.  Don't dare to neglect now, stay focused and return to a state of high alertness.  There was a lot of complaints in my heart.

    At this time, even though Jing Mo was determined, he could not stop the heavy physical exertion and mental exhaustion.  Mentally and physically, they are all approaching their limits step by step. At this time, they have to guard against being blown off by the mountain wind at any time.  What's even more hateful is that in such a state, you still have to cling to your mind to resist the illusory illusion.

    Spiritual will, psychological quality and mentality, and the endurance limit of the body are also a test of perseverance, and even soul power is involved It has to be said that the ancestors of the Ice Sect really have a way, even if it is to test the disciples, there is no need to do this  Take all the trouble.  What's more, this method is indeed cruel.  After all, these disciples who have withstood the test are at the peak of their spiritual cultivation.

    As everyone knows, the ancestors of the Bing Sect had no time limit on the Thousand Layers Platform.  As long as you don't fall down on the way, just feel and understand the artistic conception.  In this way, those who fall along the way are not qualified to become Ice Sect disciples.

    Over a long period of time, although this kind of test has not changed much in essence, it seems to have no harm.  But once some existences become a tool in people's hands, their taste will change somewhat.  For example, Jing Mo should be regarded as a serious victim, well, or it is not impossible to say that he was a great beneficiary.

    It was close to the 200th floor again, and Jingmo basically climbed all the way up using his hands and feet.  There is no way, the strange mountain wind is really difficult to deal with.  There was a hole in the sole of the shoe at some point, and the skin on his finger was torn open. A trace of bright red left a mark of blood on the silver-white stone platform as the man continued to move forward.

    My mouth was dry, my lips were slightly chapped, but my whole body was still dripping with sweat.  Always control physical consumption at a certain level and never let the limit come early.

    Mental exhaustion is like drowning without help, but you dare not relax at all, swallow that last sip of water, and take that last breath.  It felt like being restrained and being cut with a knife, making me want to die.  It's like being extremely sleepy and wishing you could just sleep to death.

    There are still more than a hundred floors left, we must not fall down here.  Five hours, there should still be a certain distance.  Jingmo paused for a moment and climbed up to the top again.  Even though his face was full of exhaustion, his dark eyes still shone with an everlasting light.

    The four incense burnt out and the five incense ignited.

    "Oh my god! He actually moved again, how is this possible!" Han Lu, the girl in red, thought that Jing Mo couldn't hold on if he slowed down a little, and her face was full of disbelief.  In her opinion, it was already a miracle that the four sticks of incense could reach this level.  After all, in the history of the Ice Sect, no disciple has been able to achieve the height of Four Sticks of Incense, even if Jing Mo had already fallen.

    As for Jing Xiaotian and his son, they were stunned and lost their composure.  What they see is not the so-called height, but a kind of hope, a kind of excitement, and even a kind of coming pride, or pride Aren't you, Bing Sect, maliciously trying to make things difficult for us?  Climb to the top of my son (my brother) before the incense burns out, and see what kind of appearance you will reveal.

    At this moment, the blood of Jing Xiaotian and his son, which seemed to have cooled down a long time ago, started to boil feverishly.

    It¡¯s another hundred levels, and Jing Mo¡¯s mental state and physical strength have reached their limits.  And the top had already come into view. Jing Mo was so tired, so exhausted that he couldn't wait to move his bright red fingers.

    I feel so sleepy that I really want to fall down.  During the last distance, Jingmo felt??A kind of powerlessness and helplessness.  Do you really want to fall short at the last minute?  Are you willing?  Will I really be willing to do so

    At this moment, a ray of light suddenly flashed on the steep spot beside Jingmo, and in the blink of an eye he reached the top of the Thousand-Level Platform.

    "Good boy! You are very capable. I don't know if you still have the courage at this time!"

    Looking along the source of the sound, a vague figure stood tall.  What Jing Mo saw was Han Wushuang, the leader of the Ice Sect who promised Qiu Wuguo to ensure Jingmo's life.

    Without waiting for Jing Mo to respond, Han Wushuang said coldly: "There are still thirty-three floors, the last chance for tea." As if thinking about something, Han Wushuang paused for a moment, and then continued: "  If you want to reach the top within the last time limit, the mountain wind and illusion will definitely not let you achieve your wish. I advise you to give up right now. It is not worth it to fall to pieces just to fight for a breath!"

    It is not an exaggeration to say that Jingmo is in a state of exhaustion.  If you want to keep your mind and bear the mountain wind at the same time, and climb to the top before the deadline, there is indeed the possibility of falling into the valley at any time.

    "Ning! Die! No! Give up!" Looking at the blurry figure, Jing Mo squeezed out four words through his teeth.  ;
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