Chapter 46: Summit

In the room, the rich essence of heaven and earth vibrated constantly, like dozens of streams converging into Yang Tian's body, and the river of blood floating in the sea of ​​Qi kept rolling. This shaky trend was about to burst, and Yang Tian was forcibly suppressed. Live, the energy in the river of blood continues to compress and tighten.
When a ray of sunlight is projected into the house through the window, the slightly gloomy room gradually brightens with the light emitted by the sun, until a ray of sunlight is cast on Yang Tian's face.
"Huh." The closed eyes slowly opened, and he noticed that the blood inside his body was tightened again. Yang Tian let out a candle breath, stood up slowly, and patted his slightly hard arm.
"Xiao Bai, get up." When he saw Xiao Bai sleeping in his sleep, with a trace of silly remaining at the corner of his mouth, Yang Tian patted Xiao Bai's head and smiled slightly.
"Woo." Eyelids lifted, and when the big dark eyes turned, they flew towards Yang Tian.
"Today is the day when Wudao Mountain opens. I went to see how amazing the place where countless forces poured in at any cost." Yang Tian tidied up in the room for a while and walked outside the door.
Wudao Mountain is a battlefield in the ancient times, the place where the strong are buried, and there are countless inheritances, but it depends on the ability. Few people have been recognized by the monstrous people of the ancient powers. The ancient rumor has been preserved to this day. Even sect inheritance.
Budo Mountain is opened every thirty years, and is controlled by some superpowers in the East Continent. It occasionally sends out an invitation letter and is auctioned at sky-high prices, causing some big powers to wildly.
Ten miles in front of the Martial Arts City, the mountain peaks rising into the clouds towered like a sharp sword, and the silhouettes on the mountainside swayed, and the strange beasts screamed. The vastness of the momentum made the passers-by cannot help but look sideways.
Under this mountain, some people have already climbed up one after another, but the walking is unusually slow. Some people are even pale, with big beads of sweat constantly flowing, as if they have suffered great pain.
On the top of the mountain, a rock stands up, as if overlooking all living beings, on which is engraved "Budao Mountain". On the abdomen of the rock, a white light gate shines and shines, and the closed gate is immutable. It seems to have experienced thousands of disasters.
At the foot of the mountain, Yang Tianji rushed over, his foot strength was much slower than usual. He looked at the black head on the hillside, and muttered in his heart: "It seems that an invitation letter may not be able to enter. This martial art pressure cannot be passed easily. , Especially relying on the strength accumulated by the pill."
After a pause, Yang Tian walked over to the men in white clothes standing at the foot of the mountain. These people were the ones who checked the invitation letters. Although this place was controlled by the top power in the East Continent, there might be some brave people who fished in troubled waters.
"Stop!" One of the handsome-looking youths yelled directly when they saw Yang Tian enveloped in a black robe, with a haze across his eyes.
Hearing this, Yang Tian frowned slightly and walked over directly, but it was not him, Yang Tian ignored him and walked towards the man behind the white-clothed youth.
"So courageous, I asked you to stand still and you didn't hear it. Did you do something shameful? Remove the cover from my head." Cold eyes stared at Yang Tian, ​​as a sideline of the ancient family Disciple, some people can still afford to offend him.
The handsome man was angry and attracted the attention of many people around him. The handsome young man was a collateral disciple of the Huanggu Li family. He usually acted arrogantly and often bullied the disciples of the small family, but no one dared to stop it.
"Why is this guy wearing a black robe? Does he want to break through?" He looked strangely at the black robe man, dressed like Yang Tian, ​​which is really rare in Wudao Mountain.
"What's the matter?" Yang Tian glanced back at him, said lightly, then turned his head and handed the invitation letter to a young man who looked slightly stunned next to him.
"You..." An anger rose in my heart. When I saw Yang Tian took out the invitation letter, the "crackling" clenched in his fists exploded, and he said coldly: "Don't think that you are arrogant here if you have an invitation letter, believe me or not. I will kill you now."
"This is... Qingyang Empire's five-claw invitation letter." The person next to him took the invitation letter in Yang Tian's hand. He just glanced at it, and his expression instantly solidified. The five-claw standard is an invitation letter for the prince. He didn't believe that the black robe man in front of him could steal this thing from the prince.
"Li Jidong, shut up to Lao Tzu." The man holding the invitation screamed hurriedly. Li Jidong was so shocked that Li Jidong didn't dare to answer. He immediately looked at Yang Tian with flattering eyes, and said in kindness: "This young master, don't be angry, he has no idea. Taishan, please come from the master."
"Yeah." Nodded, Yang Tian walked forward, not two steps away, suddenly looked back, and smiled at the dumbfounded handsome man: "So your name is Li Jidong, I remember you."
After that, Yang Tian looked back and walked up the mountain.
"What does he mean..." Li Jidong was taken aback, but he reacted quickly, his face turned ugly, and he quickly walked to the man who just yelled at him, and a slightly trembling voice slowly sounded: "Brother Huang, he...he .who is it?"
"Hey, who is it?" The man smiled: "The five-claw invitation letter of the Qingyang Empire, who do you say he is? It seems that two days ago, I heard that Li Xuan, a direct disciple of your family, was punched by Qing Rufeng. Thousands of miles away, it has become an after-dinner topic for few people."
"The man of the big prince." Li Jidong's eyes were round, and a panic surged on his face, but this panic was not solidified on his face, and a suspense surged on his face.
"No, the green invitation letter, wearing a black robe, he must be Yang Tian!" Li Jidong suddenly remembered Li Hongtao's order today, and immediately he took out a piece of jade slip, and the corners of his mouth kept squirming. Crushed directly.
"Yang Tian, ​​you dare to play with Lao Tzu, just wait to die!" Li Jidong smiled grimly at the black robe man walking forward to the mountain. If it weren't for the Wudao Mountain forbidding them to go up, he would have rushed up now.
At the peak position, a teenager with a gorgeous purple robe, his complexion was a little pale, but the vitality in his body was terrifying, and the wind and howling continued to explode. This was a vision, but it had not been completely condensed.
At this time, his steps as he was about to step out suddenly stopped, and a piece of jade slip appeared directly on top of his head. With a wave of his palm, the jade slip fell directly into his hand.
After a few breaths, the jade slip in his hand was directly crushed by the purple-robed boy, and his handsome face suddenly became ugly, and a cold voice blasted in my heart: "Yang Tian, ​​you are still here as expected, and they are packing you inside. "
Just as he was stunned, several teenagers about his age were already a distance away from him. Li Hongtao sank in his heart and hurriedly pursued him.
"It seems that the higher the climb, the stronger the coercion." Yang Tian stepped up step by step, not fast or slow, the waves of martial arts will descend on the top of his head, making Yang Tian's mind a little sinking.
A man in a black robe just arrived and attracted the attention of many people. On both sides of him, tens of thousands of mentally atrophied teenagers continued to climb up, and even some of them were shaking in their footsteps, sitting down from time to time to recover their spirits.
Throughout the Wudao Mountain, a stone staircase leads directly to the top of the peak. There are about tens of thousands of young people on the stone steps, and there are also a steady stream of people coming in madly, most of them are young people.
Many vigorous people climbed up, and Wudao Mountain was a great opportunity. Saint-child level figures suppressed the cultivation base one after another, and waited for today if they didn't break into the realm of warriors.
At noon, the cold wind was whistling, and the peak was extremely cold, and the icy and boneless wind "whooping", like a beast roaring. On the stone steps, the corners of many people's mouth turned white. They not only have to resist the pressure of the martial arts will, but also resist the blow of the cold wind.
A very small number of people's bodies are swaying, and even some people with inadequate martial arts ideas, their minds are swollen, the blood in their bodies cannot be condensed, and they cannot withstand the ravages of the cold wind and fall to the foot of the mountain.
In the center of the mountain, Yang Tian slowly raised his foot, which was very different from the person next to him. His pores were tightly closed, his body was misty, his five internal organs were shaking, the huge vitality was constantly rolling, and the muscles were contracting, tearing the surrounding The vacuum, a very faint whistling sound exploded.
"This person is a disciple of that family, so powerful, and only a line lower than the preparatory sons of some ancient families."
"Yeah, you see that his footsteps have not stopped at all. The martial arts will is far beyond the two of us." Two teenagers from the same family whispered, watching the black robe men feel relaxed and comfortable, secretly angry that they usually don't practice martial arts well. , The great opportunity is about to leave him.
Yang Tian walked up step by step, his body became more gleaming under the cold, and he couldn't help sighing the wonders of Zhan Tianjue. The more he went up, the colder the weather. Most teenagers would waste a lot of effort to resist the cold. .
"This little guy is really not easy. He is sleeping. Isn't this martial art threatening him at all?" Yang Tian was slightly shocked when he noticed a slight snoring, and couldn't help but lose his voice. Tao.
Ordinary alien beasts are extremely afraid of martial arts coercion, especially the will emanating from Wudao Mountain still has a trace of ancient flavor, this innate fear comes from the depths of their blood.
In the battle between the ancient human races and the hundreds of races, the monsters and beasts did not lose much. Therefore, deep in their blood, they had a trace of fear of the will of martial arts, let alone the mountains of martial arts. Of course, this also depends on the cultivation level.
After two hours of walking to the top of the peak, I have already reached the top of the peak. You can faintly see dozens of people sitting on the top of the peak. There are also fewer people near Yang Tian, ​​most of them stop and go. .
A man in a black robe attracted the attention of many people. Yang Tian didn't stop at all. He chased many people along the way, and some powerful people were faintly thrown away.
Just as Yang Tian just passed a white-clothed young man holding a folding fan, a ferocious gaze instantly moved to Yang Tian, ​​his arrogant face was full of murderous intent.
At this time, Yang Tian noticed this gaze, frowned slightly, glanced at the young man in white clothes behind him, and immediately, with a sneer on his face, he walked straight ahead.
"Xiaohai, he was the man in the black robe that day." Beside the white-clothed teenager, a cold-faced teenager glanced at the man in the black robe and whispered.
"Big brother, that's him, the man in black robe." Huang Hai's face was full of anger. He offended the man in black robe that day. He was imprisoned in the family for three days and didn't even participate in the auction. If it wasn't for the opening of Wudaoshan, He can't make it out today.
"This person is not easy." Perceiving the majestic vitality in the black robe man, Huang Bo's eyes flashed a trace of fear, and he secretly guessed Yang Tian's identity.
"No matter how strong he is, we two can join hands." Huang Hai clenched his fists and smiled grimly.
"Yes, he must die!" Nodded, Huang Bo agreed. If you offend such a person with unlimited potential, you must be strangled in the cradle.
"Jumping beam clown." Shaking his head slightly, Yang Tian walked up quickly. When he saw Erdao's figure, a trace of astonishment slipped across his face: "The two of them also go to Wudao Mountain."
In front of them are Pinghao and Yun'er, especially Yun'er's jade-like face, which makes many people look at him. The girl in green dress, impeccable face, three thousand green silks are coiled by a jade hairpin at will, like one Qinglian stood proudly, not caring about the admiring gaze beside her.