After climbing ten thousand feet with great difficulty, Zhao Yun's physical strength was greatly reduced, and his mind was also feeling tired. However, his heroic spirit did not decrease, but increased instead, "Don't think this little challenge can stump me! Not to mention eighty-eight thousand feet, even if it's eighty-eight thousand feet, I will definitely climb to the top! "
Just like that, he climbed inch by inch. Zhao Yun focused all his attention on climbing, using his willpower to support his body forward with great difficulty.
After an unknown number of hours, he suddenly heard Cui Shuhua's loud reminder, "You are almost at twenty thousand feet. Be careful of the Purple Lightning Fire!"
This so-called Purple Lightning Fire was actually a protective illusory formation of the cliff. Although it would not cause actual destruction, it would cause boundless pressure on the climber's mind. Once the climber's willpower was slightly relaxed and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, he would naturally lose his mind and let go, falling off the cliff and shattering into pieces.
Zhao Yun's willpower was unparalleled, so he was not worried about such a test of one's temperament. He was more worried about the exhaustion of his physical strength, "The higher I climb, the more energy it takes to move forward. There are still more than sixty thousand feet. I must grit my teeth and hold on. "
Just as he was thinking this, Zhao Yun suddenly felt the scene in front of him change. He could no longer feel Cui Shuhua's aura beside him.
A purple flame suddenly appeared, rising with the wind. In an instant, it was burning fiercely. The purple light illuminated the south, and a terrifying pressure assaulted his face.
"What I see is nothing but an illusion. I just need to stay true to my heart. "Zhao Yun smiled calmly and resolutely stepped into the purple flame illusion.
Outside the ring of fire, Zhao Yun already felt unbearably hot and sweaty all over. As soon as his body came into contact with the purple ring of fire, the boiling flames rushed over, and his clothes were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
When miserable cries involuntarily came out of his mouth, when the stench of burning continuously poured into his nose, when the torrential flames burned the depths of his soul, and when the raging fire dragon devoured his consciousness, Zhao Yun knew that his test had just begun.
"I, Zhao Yun, will never give up easily."
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun's entire body was coiled by flames, and she was badly burned. Her hands and legs were black, and she actually turned into a piece of half-cooked charcoal.
"How is it? This feeling of being unable to live or die, right? The Celestial Mountain is not something that mortals can covet! "A mocking voice rang out from the darkness.
Zhao Yun used the last bit of her consciousness and shouted, "You can be more violent!"
"You've done well. As you wish."
As soon as the voice fell, the purple flames violently surged, triggering the sound of thunder and lightning. For a time, it was as if a myriad of flaming dragons were raging at the same time, and they drilled into her heart and split her body apart, causing Zhao Yun's charred body to be incinerated into powder.
"Heh, you want to scare Zhao Yun? You've miscalculated."
Although she had turned into ashes, Zhao Yun's will was still arrogant.
No, he was even more arrogant than before.
It was a kind of disdain that came from the depths of his bones. "Such a useless Lightning Fire can't even be considered a joke."
There was a faint sigh of admiration, a sneer, and a warning. "What a stubborn kid! Regrettably, only by surrendering can one obtain salvation! "
"Hualala, hualala!"
The purple lightning and fire surged like waves, covering the sky like a curtain. The land within a thousand miles was scorched, and all directions were crimson red.
In the vast world, only the endless flames and Zhao Yun's indestructible will that had turned into ashes were left.
Zhao Yun felt that every bit of ash was a tormented version of herself being dragged to the eighteenth level of hell by a roaring fire dragon.
Countless versions of herself were being roasted inhumanely.
Amidst the eternal pain, countless strange faces suddenly appeared.
Those faces all looked like Zhao Yun, but they were all filled with mocking sneers, emitting a bewitching evil power. "Zhao Yun, quickly surrender! Quickly kneel down and beg for mercy! As long as you're willing, you can immediately end this pain and suffering. "
Zhao Yun had long lost his mouth, but every piece of ash said resolutely at the same time, "Dream on!"
This voice was filled with indomitable courage, expressing the determination to perish together with others, and declaring an oath to never lower his head. "No, it's not enough. Even if there's a thousand times more pain, I won't give up! I have to go up the cliff! "
"A fool's dream, a fool's dream …"
The complacent sneers were even hotter than the flames. They constantly exerted pressure and bewitchment, trying to break through Zhao Yun's last line of defense.
Of course, Zhao Yun did not submit. Under the endless torture, he only had one choice. "Persevere to the end!"
In the real world, Zhao Yun was also climbing up bit by bit with difficulty. There was nothing that could stop him from going up.
It was not only for the recovery of his meridians, but also for the people he wanted to protect.
Time and time again, he resisted stubbornly, and was reborn from the ashes. Zhao Yun, who had long turned into ashes, suddenly changed back to his handsome appearance.
The boundless lightning and flames suddenly dispersed, and they were like numerous shivering rabbits that curled up their bodies and begged Zhao Yun to be lenient.
Zhao Yun smiled. "You're just so-so."
Amidst the laughter, the scene in front of him changed strangely again.
He was already in a deep pool.
Zhao Yun was alarmed. "Ninth Heaven Mystic Flame!"
This was the second obstacle of the cliff, and it also meant that he had climbed to a height of forty thousand feet.
The surrounding lake water kept surging over, completely engulfing Zhao Yun.
At the same time as the bone-chilling cold, balls of purple flames jumped out around Zhao Yun, turning him into a flaming man.
"Is this the fusion of ice and fire? Will it really work if I play the same trick again? " After being tempered by the thunder and fire, although there was a raging fire on his body, Zhao Yun was not in a hurry. He focused and even had the time to make a little joke about himself.
He even remembered the shameless Mirage's illusion arrays in the Demon Realm. That kind of result would only strengthen his will, and it was impossible for him to be defeated by the illusion array.
But in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun could not laugh anymore. To his surprise, the Ninth Heaven Mystic Flame was not hot at all. Instead, it was extremely cold. The bone-chilling cold was like a blood-sucking gadfly, directly freezing all his senses.
How was this a trial by fire? It was clearly an ice cave and snow cellar. In an instant, Zhao Yun was completely frozen.
Zhao Yun could never imagine that the extreme cold was such a suffocating experience. His heart was trembling, but his body was already as stiff as iron and as numb as stone. It was as if the connection with his mind was completely cut off.
The Ninth Heaven Mystic Flame was triumphant and raged even more. It leaped up a thousand feet and spread out a boundless feast of death. It repeatedly trampled on Zhao Yun's painful expression.
"I, I can still hold on. I definitely can!"
Zhao Yunjue's divine sense, which was frozen to the point of death, still retained its arrogance, "Although this Ninth Heaven Mysterious Flame is using its cold breath to force me to submit, since I can defeat the heat, I can also defeat this bitter cold. Maybe, I can defeat the Mystic Flame completely with my last breath. "
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