Chapter 2505

The trees are built everywhere, and the builders are constantly plundering them.

Then, fall.

When they got up, they all looked a little frightened.

When Xianyuan was imprisoned, they lost most of their magical powers.

Looking up again, they were all a little shocked when they looked at the sacred tree in front of them like an Optimus giant pillar.

It is undoubtedly extremely difficult to climb the holy land only with the power of the flesh. They don't have to think about it. There must be various obstacles on the way to heaven. How can they carry it by the flesh alone.

"This road to heaven is a test of the upper world. Only those who can walk this road are qualified to enter the Holy Land!"

Several Temple messengers stood in front of the sacred tree and drank again and again.

The practitioners adapted and rushed to the sacred tree again.

They set foot on the sacred tree and walked up the winding road formed by branches.

At first, it was very relaxed. There was no obstacle except that Xianyuan was imprisoned.

The practitioners easily reached a thousand feet high.

Then, they noticed that an invisible pressure began to appear. Every thousand feet up, the pressure would rise a few points and gradually increase.

People with different accomplishments face different pressures.

"No! I can't hold it!"

At the height of thirty or forty thousand feet, some practitioners began to lose their support and fell off the sacred tree.

"Out!"

The temple messenger took them and sent them out.

"The road to heaven will always be here. You still have the opportunity to challenge in the future!"

The messengers will say it mechanically.

But they all know that those who are out at this height are basically practitioners with extremely poor talents. There is no hope to complete this road to heaven in this life.

The more you go up, the more people fall down.

The figures fell like dumplings.

However, more and more people set foot on Shenmu, dense and uncountable. Wave after wave of practitioners came from the eight wastelands and embarked on this road to heaven.

"You see, the one who leads is the king of Wuling God!"

"What a fast speed! It's worthy of being an old God King!"

"And that is the old God King of Yuhua mountain!"

Those practitioners who challenged and failed gathered in the four directions, pointed at the sacred tree and talked warmly.

Now the leading group of people are the old God kings of the eight wastelands.

These people have been famous for a long time, but they have made little progress in cultivation over the years. They are most eager for the upper world, so they rush to the front.

"Look, that's immortal Hui. There's an emperor coming!"

After a long time of excitement, the emperor finally arrived.

When he came near, his body was also heavy, fell down, and the light around him dissipated.

"Is that... Xuyuan emperor Zun?"

The monks stared for a moment and whispered.

In their eyes, the emperor is undoubtedly an extremely mysterious existence. Even if they can see it occasionally, they can't see through the immortal glow. When they see the true face, they can only guess from their dress characteristics.

Emperor Xuyuan fell to the ground and walked towards the sacred tree.

He was so fast that he almost strode up with great momentum.

Soon, he caught up with the leading wulingshenjun and others and became the leading one.

After him, the emperor continued to come and set foot on this road to heaven.

Of course, not all the emperors came with great fanfare and spread their immortal splendor. Many of them converged early, mixed into the crowd and crowded up.

Those who can become emperors are extremely gifted, so as soon as they go up, they will soon surpass those gods and kings and take the lead.

"Another emperor is coming!"

When they saw another immortal light coming from the sky, the practitioners shouted again and looked at it together.

Ouch!

The immortal Hui came near and gave a sudden meal, which was to plant and fall to the ground.

"Shit! What the hell!"

The man got up from the ground and kept swearing.

All the practitioners were stunned when they saw it, and then their faces became extremely strange.

Many people even bit their teeth and wanted to rush up and beat up the goods.

This guy is the once public enemy of the eight wastelands, the famous black tiger thief. I don't know how many practitioners and forces have been poisoned by this guy.

They organized countless rounds of big pursuit, but failed to kill this guy. Instead, they promoted this guy to the imperial realm.

"Great! The goods are finally leaving! Far away from the eight wastelands!"

Some practitioners clenched their fists and were so excited that they almost burst into tears.

The scourge of the eight wastelands is finally leaving. Thank God!

"Ha ha! Finally free!"

Other practitioners also cheered.

Oh, my God!

Let him go up quickly and let him harm the people above!

More practitioners put their hands together and prayed to God. They didn't want to see this scourge for a moment. The more he went in the morning, the better, and the more relieved they were.

"Are you so happy to see me?"

Liuheihu looked around, grinned and waved his hand warmly.

For a moment, the four sides were silent and dead.

Happy?

Sleeping trough NIMA!

You shameless!

The disciples scolded in their hearts.

However, they dare not say it. After all, this guy is already an emperor. They dare not offend him face to face.

"Yes! We are so happy!"

"I'm so happy that I'm almost crying!"

The disciples reluctantly squeezed out a smile, which was more ugly than crying.

"Oh! I didn't expect that you love me so much that I don't want to go!" Liu Heihu was moved.

"Hey! No, no, no!"

The faces of the people suddenly turned into panic.

If this guy stays, they'll be crazy!

"In fact, I love you too, but I have to go. There are still many babies waiting for me. You have to wait for me and fatten yourself. I will come back sooner or later!" Liu Heihu waved to the four sides.

No! Don't come back!

You'd better die on it and die bravely for Pangu!

The disciples scolded in their hearts.

But on their faces, they all showed an extremely warm and bright smile and waved to the front, as if they were seeing off their relatives.

Above, the faces of all the temple messengers were extremely strange.

They have heard of this black tiger thief. Of course, it's not a good rumor.

What Muggle killer, peerless thief, these titles will tell you what kind of person this guy is.

Looking at that guy, they are all worried about whether something will happen if they put this guy in the world!

"Forget it! Let him go! This guy is better than that scourge!"

The messenger leader sighed.

Then, his eyebrows twisted, but he thought of the scourge that gave him a headache.

Before the upper bound, the evil fell out with the Tang clan, then slaughtered an elder of the Honghuang Taoist temple and dared to blackmail their temple envoys. It's a mixed world devil.

Compared with that scourge, this guy named Liu Heihu is at most a thief. He's too pure.

Thinking of the disaster, he caught a glimpse of a fairy light in front of him.

For a moment, the corners of his eyes jumped and he had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, when the immortal Hui came near, he gathered and showed a figure in white. On Zhang Junlang's face, there was still a harmless smile like human and animal, grinning at him.