Chapter 58 Climbing!

Gu Changqing left, and the two of them lost much appetite. Mo Yu didn't rest last night, and now he was dizzy. There were too many things to think about, making him even more tired.

Mo Yu got up from his seat, returned to the guest room on the second floor from the stairs, closed the door, and told Mo Qi, "I'll take a nap first. Call me if you need anything."

Mo Qi had something in mind. Seeing his elder brother tired at this moment, he felt even more guilty and responded in a low voice.

Mo Yu knew what Mo Qi was thinking and didn't reveal anything about it. He waited until he woke up before talking about anything else. He lay on his side on the bed and fell asleep soon.

This place was not far from the West Street entrance, and was chosen deliberately. The window was raised, and the situation at the street entrance could be seen from a distance. Therefore, it was clear at a glance whether Sun Xiangyi showed up, and Mo Qi was guarding the window at the moment.

The night was full of twists and turns, from being ambushed by the Blood Refining Sect to escaping, my nerves didn't dare to relax for a moment. The two of them didn't fall asleep at the same time, so one of them had to be awake and alert.

This sleep was really refreshing, the fatigue was swept away, and it was already twilight when I woke up.

Mo Yu stretched his waist and stood up, his body bones crackling. Mo Qi came over from the window and called out complexly: "Brother, you're awake."

"Hmm." Mo Yu patted Mo Qi on the shoulder, staggered to the window, looked towards the street, but did not find Sun Xiangyi, frowned and asked: "Has anyone suspicious appeared?"

Mo Qi followed him over. After carefully thinking about it, he solemnly replied: "I never saw it."

Mo Yu looked at the street, his thoughts changing. Since Sun Xiangyi did not appear, it meant that he had been captured by the Blood Refining Sect. No suspicious spies were found at the street entrance, and he speculated that the enemy had not obtained any useful information.

According to Sun Xiangyi's violent temper, he will never give in and confess, and considering the Blood Refining Sect, he will definitely not let the fish slip through the net. He is very powerful, so he will either wait for you at the inn, or wait for you to enter at West Street Entrance. Weng.

But one thing is certain, that is, the outskirts of Moluo Town must be filled with ambushes from the Blood Refining Sect at this moment, cutting off the escape route for the two of them. As a result, there is only one way to go, mountain climbing!

After confirming his idea, Mo Yu turned around, came to the table, poured a cup of tea, sat down, and said in a deep voice: "You heard what Gu Changqing said today, what do you think?"

Mo Yu didn't turn around, it was Mo Qi who was asking. Mo Qi's face darkened, and he clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves. He had a near chance of death on the mountain climbing journey. He wanted to accompany his elder brother, but he knew that he would be a burden. He was unwilling and helpless.

After a moment of silence, Mo Qi said hoarsely: "It's all up to my eldest brother."

Mo Yu picked up the tea, his fingers trembling faintly, and the tea slowly went into his throat. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. After a stick of incense and silence, he finally felt a sudden change in his heart and opened his eyes, filled with determination.

He put down the tea cup, stood up, turned around and looked directly into Mo Qi's eyes, and said firmly: "You can't help yourself when you are in the world!"

Mo Qishu has read little, but he understands this sentence very well. These eight characters contain all Mo Yu's moods and decisions.

The ups and downs of the rivers and lakes, when one is involved in it, many things cannot be decided by oneself. Strength determines everything. The times create people. This time, the two of them were weak in strength and were hunted down and forced to go up the mountain.

Mo Yu didn’t want to climb a mountain, but had to!

Seeing that Mo Qi understood what he meant, Mo Yu showed a calm expression and said with a smile: "Don't worry, big brother will not die easily if his long-cherished wish is not fulfilled."

Having said that, there are thousands of people climbing the Devil's Ladder, and life and death are just a matter of seconds. If you kill ten people, you will be qualified to participate. But who can guarantee that you will not become a stepping stone for others before you are qualified?

Mo Qi was in a depressed mood and would not recover for a while. Mo Yu was helpless about this. He had to experience and feel many things by himself in order to gradually mature. He believed that Mo Qi would understand one day.

For the next few days, the two of them stayed in the room without showing up. Food and drink were brought to them by the waiter. They looked at the street every day. As expected, Sun Xiangyi did not show up, and no one from the Blood Refining Sect was anywhere.

Before the end of the Peak Demon Meeting, Mo Luo Town was considered safe. Mo Yu was preparing for mountain climbing, meditating, doing exercises, and dancing swords, all in the same manner, and his state had completely reached the peak of the second level of heaven.

He was already close to the peak of his realm. He spent a month on the journey, during which he had several fights with demons who stood in his way. During the ride, he practiced his mental skills silently and worked diligently. As a result, reaching the peak came naturally.

Mo Qi gradually became less talkative. If Mo Yu didn't take the initiative to ask, he would rarely say anything. He practiced like crazy every day and spent half of his rest time meditating. His state was already at the first level of Tianman state, but this was far away.

Not qualified enough for mountain climbing.

On the fifth day, the day when the Peak Demon Meeting began, Mo Yu got up early in the morning and asked the waiter to cook a large table of food and a jar of wine. He took Mo Qi over and the two sat opposite each other.

The two bowls were filled with wine, Mo Yu raised them up and looked at Mo Qi, who raised the wine bowls with a complicated expression.

"Ding~", the two wine bowls collided, and they drank it down in one gulp. There were no words. What should be said had already been said, and what should not be said was kept in the bottom of my heart. They only drank a bowl of wine and ate their food in silence.

When the sun fully rose, Mo Yu picked up the table and stood up crying. Mo Qi stood up and walked to the door and opened it. Mo Yu didn't look back and said solemnly: "Wait until I come back."

Mo Qi's eyes were wet and his throat was dry as he replied: "Brother, take care!"

Without hesitation, Mo Yu wore a black coat and robe and left the inn. Mo Qi watched from the window of the house and murmured in his heart: "Next time, I won't be a burden to the Blood Refining Sect!"

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Mo Luo Town is crowded with people at this moment, and the streets and houses are all being swept away by Qinggong. The strong wind is howling, and the laughter in the wind is heroic. A man with a bald head and bare shoulders, holding a long knife on his shoulder, roars: "A peak demon in three years, I will leave my name now, kill, kill."

,kill!"

A handsome young man with red hair and red robe echoed: "With you Li He in Langgu, I, Yangu, can break the waves just as well, hahaha~"

Scenes like this can be seen everywhere. Demonic talents from all walks of life express their voices one after another. Those with sects and those without sects are just one identity at this moment. On the ladder of subduing demons, either you will die or I will live. Fight on the bloody road!

Mo Yu was among the crowd, and the blood in his heart was heightened. The memory of hatred was still fresh, and his fear and cowardice completely disappeared. He followed the crowd without fear of losing his way.

There were more and more people, gathering from all directions. Within a short time, there were hundreds of them, and they were still coming. During this period, Mo Yu discovered that Gu Changqing was among them. He had changed into a green coat and robe, and his hair was neatly combed.

Mo Yu did not come forward to greet him. The person who approached him earlier seemed to be looking for a mountain climbing companion. However, judging from his elegant body, he was truly in the fourth heaven, and he was also a leader among this crowd.

Why are you looking for yourself?

If you can't figure it out, just keep your distance. It all depends on the situation. When you meet, you may need to rely on the other person's help.

The crowd was huge, but no one took action. They rushed towards Fumo Mountain in a tacit understanding. Those with strong internal energy and high realms were at the top and their figures could not be seen clearly. The middle-ranking ones were now the leaders, and Mo Yu was in the last wave and followed behind.

A rough observation shows that those with the highest strength are those from the fourth heaven, and there are only a handful of them. Most are from the third heaven, the second heaven, and a smaller number from the first heaven. These are all laymen of the demonic path who put aside life and death to try their luck.

After all, the Demon-Conquering Staircase is where the young generation of the Demonic Path seek fame and profit. The big sects do not need to climb the Demon-Conquering Staircase. They have special paths to go up the mountain. The same is true for medium-level sects.

There are only small sects and those who have no sect, they are eager to climb mountains and carve their names, join the big sect and fly to the sky.

One should not be frivolous and waste one's youth. When one is at one's best, one should leave a name on Fu Mo Mountain. Just a few words will make the young people of the demonic path flock to it, even the disciples of the sect.

Mo Yu's strength can be regarded as a general among dwarves. As long as he avoids the third heaven and above, climbing is feasible.

Time passed in a blink of an eye, and the crowd had already exceeded a thousand. The outline of Moluo Town could no longer be seen clearly. There was an open space of a thousand meters in front of it, which was rough enough to be called a square. The first group of people were now gathering on it.

Mo Yu followed the crowd and landed on the square. Looking forward, he saw a majestic mountain standing tall. The top could not be seen, and the clouds and mist shrouded it. From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside was a virgin forest. A simple mountain road ran through the pavilion. The stone steps were dazzling scarlet, covered with clouds and mist.

The original color cannot be restored after being soaked in blood again and again.

There is a high stone standing at the front of the square, three meters high. On it sits an old man in black, cross-legged, with gray hair and his eyes closed.

Thousands of people did not dare to make any noise. First, they were frightened by the bloody steps, and their moods were fluctuating and fearful. Second, they had all inquired about the news. This place, known as the Demon-Suppressing Square, was not allowed to be arrogant. Violators would be killed without mercy!

The old man in black, known as the "Devil-Conquerer" in the Demon Sect, specializes in guarding the order of this area. There is one in the southeast and northwest. His origin is mysterious, and no sect dares to offend him rashly.

Mo Yu glanced around, and was shocked beyond words. The ladder of subduing the devil was right in front of him, but the hair on his skin exploded uncontrollably. It was so bloody!

At this time, there was no one left outside the square. There were more than 1,200 people, densely packed throughout the square, all staring at the old man in black.

At that moment, there was movement in the old man in black. He opened his eyes and saw a strong wind blowing across the square. When everyone was shocked, the old man stood up leisurely, looked at Fumo Mountain first, and then turned around to look at everyone in the venue.

No one dared to breathe loudly. That moment showed extraordinary strength that no one could understand. Mo Yu's eyes were horrified, and he actually felt a sense of oppression from the old man that was not weaker than that of Uncle Yunwei.

Eighth Heaven! The lowest level is also Eighth Heaven!

Where did this Fu Mo Mountain come from? There were actually Eighth Heaven masters sitting in charge, or four Eighth Heavens. You must know that most of the leaders or supreme masters of those big sects were in the Eighth Heavenly realm.

Shocked and suppressed, Mo Yu looked towards the old man, waiting for his actions.

The old man's eyes were like those of a falcon, which no one dared to look directly at. He glanced at everyone roughly and said calmly: "This stone is a boundary. Anyone who steps into it will have two consequences, life or death."

Everyone in the venue gasped, not because they were shocked by the old man's words, but because of the killing chill he conveyed.

"Is there anyone who quits?" the old man's voice came out indifferently, without sadness or joy.

Mo Yu would not quit. He stood there with his arms sobbing, whispering around him. After a while, about a hundred people stood out sporadically. They turned around dejectedly and headed back the way they came. Most of them were from the first level. (To be completed.)
Chapter completed!