Hundreds of miles of wild mountains, thousands of feet tangled with vines. Seven hills and four valleys are in chaos. No matter where you come from, I sit quietly in front of the mountain wall.

Wearing a red dress dotted with cinnabar, she rushed across the mountains in a hurry. The ignorant young man behind her followed closely behind.

The two masters and apprentices landed on a patch of sand and rocks. Ji Wutong still felt frightened when he saw these vines showing their claws again.

Compared with the elusive human heart and the ferocious and bloodthirsty monsters, these emotionless vines that only know how to strangle are more terrifying.

Ji Wutong took one step, two steps, and three steps into the siege of vines. But in the end he couldn't take the fourth step and could only retreat.

Hong Yuan did not choose to take action this time, but just watched quietly on the spot. She saw that Ji Wutong's robe was torn and there were blood marks on his face.

After trying several times, Ji Wutong became a little discouraged and murmured: "Too much, too much."

Ji Wutong had never encountered a situation where one was against many, but such a number of vines would not give Ji Wutong any chance to breathe.

No matter what moves Ji Wutong used, these vines would attack without even the slightest hesitation.

Just when Ji Wutong picked up the longbow and wanted to try it out, Hongyuan took the longbow from his hand and slowly said:

"There are very few opportunities in a person's life for two armies to confront each other and be evenly matched. Most of them face the dilemma of being outnumbered and outnumbered."

After saying this, a wisp of red clouds rushed towards the vines that covered the sky and the sun.

"Chang Ming Yan, Ming Nine Levels. The first three levels of cultivation are like flying up from the ground to see the world for the first time. The third level of observing the mind is like stepping on the clouds and picking stars to overlook all living beings. The third level of cultivating one's nature, the vastness of the world is just a drop in the heart."

Hong Yuan's words seemed to linger in Ji Wutong's ears, but his figure was getting further and further away. In just a moment, Hong Yuan had already taken dozens of steps.

For dozens of days in a row, the master and the apprentice fought against the vines here during the day and practiced breath adjustment at night.

The bursting warm sun gradually softened, and the wind brought a hint of coolness. The green of the mountains in the distance also gradually faded, leaving only gold and mottled reds.

Autumn has arrived, and under Hong Yuan's guidance, Ji Wutong finally trained Chang Ming Yan to the third level.

A burst of desolation came over, Ji Wutong shrank his neck and looked towards the mountain wall, "Master, I don't know if the three guardians and Chief Meng can withstand the seven hills and four valleys."

I can't remember how many times Ji Wutong asked this question. Hongyuan shook her head, "Instead of worrying about whether they can succeed, it's better to worry about whether you can succeed."

Hong Yuan's biggest worry now is not the seven hills and four valleys of Qianye Mountain, but the four holy elephants and immortal levels in Ji Wutong's mind.

Logically speaking, with the careful training and guidance of the three guardians in the first place, and with his own personal guidance in the end, Ji Wutong's four holy elephants should have all awakened, and the immortal level should also have reached the level of immortal difference. But now there is no trace of the two.

Variety.

After a long silence, Hongyuan said: "The rest is up to you. Get out of the mountain in seven steps! Otherwise, it will be useless."

The first autumn rain fell slowly after Red Kite left. It was useless to go out. This was the most important thing Red Kite said to Ji Wutong.

What does it mean to observe the mind? Ji Wutong let the raindrops fall on his face and sat motionless on the gravel ground.

Those vines are still waving, they are not affected by any outside world, they are like creatures independent of this world.

"Observe your mind? Or observe your own mind?" Ji Wutong said to himself and jumped up.

Maybe the autumn water falls in my heart without leaving a trace, but I don't know that my heart deliberately welcomes the autumn water.

Autumn always moves quickly, the trees are withering and falling in a visible way, the frost is crystal clear, and it suddenly reaches late autumn.

The vines were still full of vitality, and suddenly a red light suddenly appeared. The green dragon had the ambition to reach the sky, and the red light in its eyes shook the mountains and fields.

Ji Wutong rose into the sky, practiced alone for many days, and finally took the fifth step, finally awakening the second holy elephant.

Ji Wutong, who was in the crowd of vines, giggled twice, retreated with ease, and couldn't wait to enter his own state of mind.

Today, the lake is full of autumn rain. The newly awakened blue dragon, with two red eyes, slowly moves from the center of the lake to the pavilion in the center of the lake where Ji Wutong is.

The big tail behind Qinglong rippled, and Ji Wutong froze in place, not daring to move.

Unexpectedly, Qinglong just lowered his head and sniffed Ji Wutong, then turned around and dived into the lake, obviously not liking Ji Wutong very much.

Ji Wutong was not surprised either. The white tiger had been awake for a long time and had not paid attention to him at all. After all, these holy beasts had their own tempers. It would not be too late to discuss how to deal with them in the future.

When spring entered the mountains, it was already autumn. Ji Wutong's red robe was already a bit shabby, and his face was equally unkempt. I don't know when the messy beard appeared on his green face.

There was a sudden dragon roar in the vines, followed by Ji Wutong's silly smile that seemed to be going crazy. With disheveled hair, he easily withdrew from the overwhelming minions, seven steps completed.

At this time, it was getting late, and Ji Wutong skillfully got into the forest not far away. After a while, he was holding a pheasant in his hand.

In the past three months, Ji Wutong has relied on these game foods to fill his stomach. Thinking of returning to the mountain wall tomorrow, he naturally felt ecstatic.

The bonfire brought waves of fragrance, and the flickering flames illuminated the land in front of Ji Wutong, and he could vaguely see the crystal clear snow flakes slowly falling on his shoulders.

Before spring, Ji Wutong left his hometown and embarked on his own journey of experience. Now that early winter has arrived, Ji Wutong has finally achieved some success.

Chang Mingyan has reached the fourth level of cultivation, and has awakened two of the four holy elephants, but the immortal level has not yet improved slightly.

While Ji Wutong was enjoying his meal, he was muttering in his heart, until layers of black clouds suddenly appeared on the horizon and landed squarely on top of his head.

Throwing the last bone aside, Ji Wutong stood up and patted the dust on himself. Tianlei finally came.

If you can resist it, you will be in the Immortal Traveling Realm from now on. If you can't resist it, you don't know whether you will be knocked back to the fairy child level or the immortal level by the thunder.

Ji Wutong held the long bow in his hand tightly, and the white tiger and green dragon in his mind also raised their heads and moaned. Tonight's battle is to fight against the sky.

The wind and clouds suddenly rose, and the poetic snowflakes just now disappeared, and the first thunderbolt struck with hail like pebbles.

The progression from Immortal to Immortal is inevitable, because becoming an Immortal means that a person has the skills of an Immortal in a true sense.

Not only can he live a long life, but he can also cultivate the immortal body. For Ji Wutong, immortality means different identities and levels.

He is no longer a poor boy, nor a little bastard. Instead, he is a person who will be looked down upon by the world wherever he goes.

This time, there were five thunderbolts in total. Ji Wutong easily dodged the first two, and even had a vague tendency to fight back, wanting to fight the black cloud above his head.

Until the third thunder struck, Ji Wutong's eyes were stung by the lightning in front of him. The vegetation for miles around was reduced to ashes, and even the vines did not escape this disaster.

Ji Wutong, who was standing in the center of the thunder, suddenly lost his agility and was surrounded by a powerful force. His legs seemed to be sinking into the deep sea, with no strength at all.

"If you want to be distinguished in front of others, you have to suffer behind the scenes."

"No pain No gain."

"How can we enjoy such free happiness?"

There was nowhere to hide and no way to escape. Thunderbolts poured into Ji Wutong's body one after another. He had to resist countless thunderbolts. Ji Wutong's mind was filled with the clichés that his parents had said to him when he was a child.

Even though Qianye Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, such powerful sky thunder makes people startled. Not to mention, the lightning and thunderbolts in the distance have turned Qianye Mountain into daylight.

Even Wu Ergou, who was always calm and listless, looked shocked when he stood on the mountain wall.

Where is the immortal level thunder here?

Chuizhui covered his ears, feeling a little uneasy while breathing. The power of the thunder spread to hundreds of miles in radius.

Fortunately, Shiyin reacted faster, and a stream of pure immortal power enveloped Chuizhui.

The person standing on this mountain wall who was most worried about Ji Wutong was the master. Hongyuan clenched her fists, seeing the tips of her nails embedded in her palms, and staring in the direction of the thunder.

Only she, as the master, knew how great the creation of the Four Holy Elephants was. But she knew even more that she could not help Ji Wutong in this calamity.

He stood like this on the mountain wall all night, until the thunder finally dissipated at dawn, and the first glow on the horizon did not let the red kite breathe a sigh of relief.

Ji Wutong, who was hundreds of miles away, sat paralyzed on the ground, surrounded by scorched earth and covered in blood.

Ji Wutong didn't know whether he had survived the thunderstorm last night, but he felt like he was going to faint the next moment.

There are many difficult moments that have happened to me. Those physical pains and inner sufferings make people feel that every moment goes very slowly.

But after surviving those moments and seeing a new day, the memories of those painful and torturous moments gradually became blurred, as if after waking up again, it was a brand new me.

Ji Wutong squinted his eyes slightly and could vaguely see the white tiger and green dragon in his mind. Their bodies were also stained with blood.

"Thank you for your hard work, both of you."

Ji Wutong could not resist the sky thunder alone. If the two awakened sacred elephants had not taken action, Ji Wutong would have been wiped out last night.

The lazy sun in early winter always makes people feel sleepy and unbearable. After Ji Wutong said the last words to Qinglong White Tiger, he fell down and lay down in the warmth.

Several people on the mountain wall were also tired from the sun. No one could fall asleep due to the earth-shaking noise last night.

Chuipai yawned and said: "Master, should we... go over and take a look?"

From the time the thunder struck until now, Hongyuan stood motionless. Even without saying a word, several people could see the worry in her eyes.

Hong Yuan just said that she was tired, then turned around and walked towards the bottom of the mountain wall. The three guardians and one chief didn't say much anymore and had to disperse one after another.

Ji Wutong is the first major disciple in the history of Wuwen Tower. He deserves more care and more experience.

"Seven steps to get out of the mountain! Seven steps to get out of the mountain!"
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