Rumble!
In the next moment, as Lin Buzheng approached the Cold Mountain Pavilion...
With the Cold Mountain Pavilion as the center, Lin Yun felt the entire world tremble slightly.
Something seemed to have happened within a radius of three hundred meters. Although he could not sense it, it was an extremely terrifying change.
Patter! Patter!
At this moment, although Lin Buzheng was walking through the crowd of a thousand people rushing to the Tea Flower Banquet, he felt as if he was trekking through an uninhabited primordial forest, or in the wilderness.
Lin Yun approached the Cold Mountain Pavilion alone.
The thousand cultivators around him ignored Lin Buzheng, turning a blind eye to him.
Similarly, they could not sense his presence.
The two seemed to be in the same world, but in reality, they were in two completely different worlds.
Furthermore, the closer Lin Buzheng approached the Cold Mountain Pavilion, the more he felt a bone-deep loneliness.
His family and friends were far away, and his friends were nowhere to be seen.
It was as if everything in the world was fake.
There was only an endless path of bitterness beneath his feet, and an endless sea of bitterness.
After just a few steps, Lin Buzheng's heart was filled with an incomparably desolate emotion.
Crack!
Apart from that, the closer Lin Buzheng got to the Cold Mountain Pavilion, the greater the pressure on his body.
At the start, when Lin Buzheng was ten meters away from the Cold Mountain Pavilion, there was nothing wrong with his body.
But later, when Lin Buzheng entered the Cold Mountain Pavilion, when he was ten meters away, his body suddenly sank.
His body suddenly sank, bearing at least ten thousand Jin of force.
Patter! Patter!
Following that, with every step Lin Buzheng took toward the Cold Mountain Pavilion, his body would have to bear at least five hundred kilograms of force.
In just a dozen steps, the pressure on Lin Buzheng instantly doubled, reaching at least ten thousand kilograms!
Rage, sorrow, fear …
As they moved forward, Lin Buzheng's mood fluctuated wildly between several emotions.
It was as if he was being controlled and toyed with by an invisible hand. There was no room for him to resist at all.
If it weren't for the fact that Lin Buzheng's willpower was strong enough and his soul energy had been repeatedly refined by the Reincarnation Imperial Sutra and the Demon Refinement Sutra, he would have lost himself in the frenzy of his emotions and become a demon!
However, even though Lin Buzheng was able to resist the emotional ups and downs, the pressure on his body was still like a mountain on his back. It was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
One step, two steps, three steps …
Ten steps, twenty steps, thirty steps …
In the blink of an eye, Lin Buzheng had already walked more than thirty steps towards the Cold Mountain Pavilion.
The pressure on his body had reached a terrifying forty thousand kilograms.
Such a tremendous force was enough to crush any other Martial Artist at the Ninth Lv Qi Dao or even a Half-step Spirit Dao Martial Artist into pieces, causing them to bleed from their seven orifices and die!
Fortunately, Lin Buzheng's cultivation had just broken through to the Ninth Lv Qi Dao last night. The limit of his strength had increased to a shocking fifty thousand kilograms.
Even so, Lin Buzheng was still feeling terrible.
His back was arched, and his body was trembling violently.
More than two hundred bones in his body were creaking under the terrifying pressure, as if they would completely shatter in the next moment!
Clatter, clatter!
But even so, Lin Buzheng still walked with incomparably firm steps towards the Cold Mountain Pavilion. In his heart, he made up his mind that he must save Lin Xinyue from the hands of the wretched man in white!
Clatter!
Lin Buzheng took slow but determined steps towards the Cold Mountain Pavilion.
In the end, the pressure on his body had reached fifty thousand kilograms, which was the limit of what Lin Buzheng's body could withstand!
At the same time, Lin Buzheng had finally arrived outside the Cold Mountain Pavilion.
He was only one step away from the dozen beautiful women and the white-robed man with the perverted smile.
Rumble!
It was as if a star had exploded and a bell had cracked.
Lin Buzheng took a deep breath and took a step forward.
Finally, he broke through the limit of his strength, cleared all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and stepped into the Cold Mountain Pavilion!
"This is …"
After entering the Cold Mountain Pavilion, Lin Buzheng's eyes widened in disbelief and shock!
Glazed golden tiles, red lacquered doors.
Spiritual Qi was dense, and one could not see the end of it.
Dozens of red pillars rose from the ground, supporting the eaves of the main hall. Each pillar was engraved with a lifelike golden dragon, majestic and majestic.
Longbo Wine, beautiful jade goblets, golden goblets, full moon plates, zithers, bells, and countless flowers bloomed on the ground in a myriad of colors, as if they were made by nature.
After taking a step, Lin Buzheng did not feel like he had arrived at the dilapidated Cold Mountain Pavilion, but the magnificent palace where the legendary king of martial arts resided!
As for the white-robed man, he sat high up on a throne deep within the palace.
Streams of martial qi burst forth from his body, turning into a myriad of lights that illuminated the entire palace.
Lin Buzheng's heart sank instantly.
His aura was released, forming a world of its own.
The white-robed man in the Cold Mountain Pavilion was an Dao Venerable!
"It's over …"
When Lin Buzheng saw that, he felt an unprecedented sense of despair.
Compared to qi dao martial artists, spirit dao Mighty Figures were already invincible existences after awakening their divine consciousness and converting their martial qi into True Essence.
However, Dao Venerables could control the power of heaven and earth, and their strength was thousands of times stronger than spirit dao Mighty Figures.
If Dao Venerables were as bright as the sun, spirit dao Mighty Figures were like a blazing furnace.
As for qi path martial artists, they were just insignificant candlelight that could be extinguished with a gentle breeze.
No matter how strong Lin Buzheng was and how many trump cards he had, there was no way he was a match for an Dao Venerable.
No matter how one looked at it, Lin Buzheng's forceful entry into the Cold Mountain Pavilion was like a moth flying into a flame, seeking his own destruction!
"Eh, someone actually saw through my bewitching formation and forced his way in."
"Not bad, not bad!"
At that moment, the white-robed man was like a king, sitting high up on a luxurious throne.
As he sipped on his wine, he held a rather beautiful girl in his arms and touched her.
In the next moment, he casually turned his head and looked at Lin Buzheng.
At that moment, Lin Buzheng finally saw the white-robed man's true appearance.
His skin was pale, and he had a protruding mouth.
He had a pair of peach blossom eyes and a crooked nose.
On both sides of its wide and flat head, there was a pair of large, protruding ears.
The white-robed man's appearance was far more wretched and disgusting than the shameless actions he had done to the girl in the pavilion.
At that moment, the white-robed man was holding a jade goblet and drinking elegantly.
Even though it was a rather graceful action, it still gave off an incomparably wretched and despicable feeling.
However, the white-robed man's strength was undeniably strong.
His aura was released and he could change the world.
With a slight thought, he could restrict the actions of the dozen girls in the Cold Mountain Pavilion.
Lin Buzheng had never met such a terrifying opponent in his life!
"Bewitching …"
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