Chapter 64: Carving names on mountain climbers

Hearing this familiar voice, Mo Yu's face turned as frosty as ice, and he couldn't find a place to go without wearing iron shoes, and finally met this fish that had slipped through the net.

Without thinking too much, Youqiu directly pulled back and turned around instantly, "Bang!", the long sword and the heavy ax butt together, and the energy was rippling.

Seeing the axe-wielding young man covered in blood and with dozens of wounds, Mo Yu couldn't help but feel that this lunatic had some of his own qualities. He could survive to this day alone, and his realm had also reached the second level of peak, just like him.

Hatred can sometimes be useful.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Why, you changed the ax again?"

The young man with the ax was furious when he heard this, his eyes were about to burst and he roared: "Kill my brother, you will not be able to live or die today! Drink~", the ax blade got stuck, and he swept towards Mo Yu's neck along the Youwei sword blade.

Come.

Mo Yu's expression condensed, and he suddenly let go of the sword, which shocked the young man. Mo Yu turned sideways and kicked the opponent high in the chest, and at the same time caught You Weeping again.

The young man with the axe reacted in time, crossed his arms on his chest, and was kicked back. However, he was on the stone steps. When he stepped back, he was unsteady and fell to the ground, rolling down the stone steps.

Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, if you let go once, you will never let go again. Mo Yu's figure jumped into the clouds and mist, chasing down the opponent in the direction where he fell, but when he caught up, he had a melancholy look on his face.

The young man with the ax fell into a fighting circle and was killed by four third-level masters in a chaotic fight. He was stabbed several times, and his appearance was tragic.

The rivers and lakes are like this. Mo Yu put away his melancholy, turned around and ran upward again. After a dozen breaths, he jumped out of the clouds and mist, still three hundred meters away from the top of the mountain.

His whole body was exhausted and he had injuries of all sizes. He was wearing a black robe and couldn't see clearly.

As we walked up, there were fewer people. When they met, they only glanced at each other coldly, and everyone hurried towards the peak.

When he was still a hundred meters away from the peak, a young man holding a spear stopped Mo Yu, seemingly waiting deliberately. Before Mo Yu came, he sat on the stone steps and remained motionless. Only when he saw Mo Yu's figure did he take action.

The young man had long hair hanging down on both sides and a gloomy face. He was dressed in a light gold coat and robe. He pointed his spear directly at Mo Yu and said coldly: "Do you know Li He?"

Mo Yu was shuddered when he heard this. Judging from the other party's posture, he must have come with bad intentions. It was impossible to say that he didn't know him. The three of them came out of the forest in front of everyone, and this person must have seen them at that time.

In all likelihood, it was due to a dispute with Li He that he suffered an unreasonable disaster.

Mo Yu Youwei pointed his finger and frowned, "So what if we know each other? What if we don't know each other?"

With such a tone, the young man with the spear's face darkened, and he narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Wuzhen, Song Ningfeng."

After announcing his name, he lowered his waist and stabbed Mo Yu with a fierce momentum. The strong wind arrived before the gun could reach him. Mo Yu couldn't resist and dodged to the side, sobbing.

Just as he dodged the attack, Song Ningfeng's spear turned to sweep, and Shen Jun swung at Youqi's sword. Mo Yu felt his eyes go dark, and he couldn't control his body and smashed into the mountain next to him.

"Pfft~" He spit out a mouthful of thick blood after landing on the ground. He stumbled to his feet and felt a stinging pain in the bones of his upper body. He was seriously injured! He felt bitter in his heart. What kind of evil did Li He do to offend a fourth-level master!

Song Ningfeng succeeded with one blow, held the spear on his back, and walked slowly towards Mo Yu. When he got close, the tip of the spear stuck out and pressed against Mo Yu's throat, and said forcefully: "If Li He kills my brother, I will sacrifice his friend first."

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So that's it. Mo Yu closed his eyes and let out a long breath. He opened his eyes and was not afraid. He said disdainfully: "Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. That's all you have."

The words were contemptuous, Song Ningfeng felt the pain, and he was stunned and was about to stab the gun forward, but at this moment, a white long sword flew from the top of the stone steps, the momentum was stronger than Song Ningfeng, and its target was none other than Song Ningfeng!

Song Ningfeng's expression changed drastically, he put away his gun to resist, and the long sword hit the gun body. Song Ningfeng took seven or eight steps back, while Mo Yu was blown by the strong wind and couldn't open his eyes, covering his mouth and coughing.

"Haha, if you want to touch him, have you ever asked me about Gu?" With a chuckle, Gu Changqing walked down the stone steps and stood in front of Mo Yu. He aimed his right hand at the long sword and sucked it, and the sword flew into his hand.

"It's you!" Song Ningfeng looked at Gu Changqing with an ugly face as if facing a formidable enemy.

Gu Changqing shook his head and smiled, ignoring Song Ningfeng. He turned around and patted Mo Yu on the shoulder, teasing: "Walking with me is not a simple matter?"

Mo Yu looked embarrassed. It was true as the other party said. With Gu Changqing here, he could easily obtain qualifications and climb to the top of the mountain ladder. However, after being born as a chivalrous saint, he should have a certain degree of arrogance.

Over there, Song Ningfeng saw that he was being ignored, his face became even more gloomy, and he shouted in a low voice without any calmness before: "Gu Changqing, you are just a rejected guest from various sects, don't be so arrogant!"

To refuse foreigners means to be disliked and rejected. Mo Yu already knows the reason. The various sects were disgraced by Gu Changqing three years ago and they hold a grudge in their hearts. They have been put on the rejected list and will never be accepted.

Gu Changqing sneered at Song Ningfeng's words and said with a mocking look on his face: "If you don't accept it, the Feng Demon Association will arrange a fight to the death."

Domineering and arrogant, the Gu Changqing at this time is not at all the slovenly man he met at Mo Yu Inn. This is the real him.

Song Ningfeng was speechless, his face turned red with frustration, he groaned angrily, put away his spear, turned around and rushed towards the top of the mountain, as if he was sure that Gu Changqing would not attack from behind.

The result was the same. Gu Changqing had no intention of taking action. He turned around and stretched out his hand to Mo Yu: "Can you lend me a step to speak?"

Mo Yu's eyes twitched, knowing that the other party was looking for help from him, he clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your help."

Gu Changqing waved his hand indifferently and led Mo Yu across the stone steps to a rock pile not far from the top of the mountain. His face was gloomy. He changed his previous appearance and said quietly: "Do you know about my affairs?"

Mo Yu was solemn, sighed and replied: "I probably understand."

Hearing Mo Yu's answer, Gu Changqing smiled miserably, looked up at the sky, and murmured bleakly: "My brother was born with leg problems, making it difficult to walk. However, he is influenced by his ears and eyes. He loves chivalry and righteousness the most. If he loves it, I will practice hard.

Do what he wants and tell him all about your external experiences."

"Time flies, he gradually grows up, and is no longer satisfied with oral transmission. I want to take him to travel around the world and experience the world. However, God is evil. Three years ago, he suddenly suffered from severe heart pain and contracted an incurable disease.

All the medical advice and medicine have no effect.”

At this point, Gu Changqing burst into tears, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and continued: "The last thing he wants is to join me on the ladder of demon subjugation that the young generation of the Demon Sect flocks to, and stand in front of all the demons in the world.

Make a name for yourself and be recognized by everyone."

"Hahaha," Gu Changqing suddenly cried and laughed, shaking his head uncontrollably and looking at Mo Yu: "This is his choice, and it is also my sin, do you understand?"

Mo Yu's chest was tight and he allowed Gu Changqing to vent his emotions. Anyone who saw their loved ones dying in front of them would be left with a shadow. This was the case for Gu Changqing, and so was he.

Fortunately, three years have passed since the incident. Gu Changqing was able to control his emotions and recovered after a while. He wiped his tears with his sleeves and said tiredly: "I'm looking for you because I want you to engrave his name on the Demon-Conquering Monument on his behalf. I couldn't bring him to the monument three years ago."

Yes, this time, I made it up for him."

Mo Yu was moved and said with excitement: "Since I have regrets, why don't you personally engrave his name on his behalf? If my younger brother has a spirit, he will also want to join his eldest brother to become famous in front of all the tycoons in the world!"

Gu Changqing was stunned and looked at Mo Yu absentmindedly. He was silent for a long time. In the end, he still did not accept Mo Yu's proposal and waved his hand to refuse: "It's not that I don't want to. It's just that things are different now and I'm not suitable to be there."

By saying this, are you afraid of being sad, or are you afraid of being squeezed out by various sects?

Mo Yu couldn't ask, so he could only sigh with regret, and asked Gu Changqing for his brother's name, and then the two of them returned to the stone steps and walked slowly towards the top of the mountain.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, you will see a vast expanse, with buildings all around, including pavilions, pavilions, ancient wood carvings and rock formations. I don’t know how to build such a huge project.

The one hundred people who had climbed up earlier stood in front of a square. A huge stone tablet tens of meters high stood quietly in the square, with a blood-red inscription of seven words "The name of the devil on the ladder of subduing the devil!", which happened to be opposite to the stone on the mountainside.

"My life is not in vain as I am the one who conquers the demons. I am the one who conquers the demons on the ladder." Mo Yu murmured this sentence, thinking about it a thousand times in his heart, and finally climbed up.

Gu Changqing said goodbye to Mo Yu and went to arrange a place to stay while Mo Yu walked to the square and was the last one in line.

In front, Li He and Po Lang were both there, one was forty-five and the other was forty-six, the difference was only one. However, Song Ningfeng was actually ranked twenty-fifth, which really made Mo Yu feel unhappy.

As for the top rankings, as expected, they were dominated by several sects. The top three were the three men and women that Mo Yu met, and the fourth place was from Ten Thousand Poison Cave.

As for whether it was a ranking of strength, Mo Yu disagreed, because the woman from Hehuan Valley was ranked first. She looked passionately and frequently communicated with the young people behind her.

Po Lang and Li He waved to Mo Yu from a distance. Their clothes were messy, their faces were slightly pale, and their bodies were more or less scarred. It seemed that their climbing journey was not smooth.

Mo Yu waved his hand in response, indicating that we would talk after everything was done. The two of them understood and turned around to continue queuing.

The queue stood upright, and everyone was full of blood, with excitement and expectation on their faces. There was an old man in front of the huge stone, with a desk and a chair. On the table was a record book and a knife with engraved characters.

The old man sat behind the table with a gentle expression. According to the queue, he registered the name, surname, age, martial arts level, origin of the sect and which sect he expected to join one by one.

After registering, the person can pick up the engraving knife and leave the year of climbing and personal name on the boulder, which will be passed down to future generations.

All the people in the queue were the leaders of the younger generation of the Demon Sect. They were in their prime, and their passion for conquering the Demon Sect had not yet cooled down. Therefore, they all raised their voices when registering their names, and their momentum was like a rainbow, which was not without the intention of showing off.

Don't be crazy and waste your youth, don't let your heart be cold and strong. Voices of reports came out from the square, boulders and knives were flying, stone chips were blown by the wind, and there was a name on the monument to conquer the devil.

At this scene, everyone's enthusiasm was high, and they didn't realize that the time was boring. An hour passed quickly, and there were only three people left in front of Mo Yu. Li He and the others had finished carving and were led to the rest room to rest.

After another moment, there was no one queuing up in front of him. Mo Yu swallowed his saliva, forced himself to calm down and stepped forward, feeling excited in his heart. Although he was not a member of the Demon Sect, such a famous event was also a way to witness his own deeds with everyone.

A generation of leaders from the Demon Sect are constantly competing for the upper hand.

The old man turned over a new page and looked at Mo Yu with a surprised expression. It was rare for someone at such an age to be able to climb the Demon-Conquering Staircase. He dipped his pen in ink and asked warmly: "Name?"

Mo Yu's expression turned serious and he replied seriously: "Mo Yu."

"age?"

"Seventeen."

The old man paused, disbelieving in his heart, thinking secretly, but kept recording with his pen. After writing, he continued to ask: "Realm?"

"The second level of fullness."

"Which sect?"

"San people."

"The choice in your heart?"

"Blood Refining Sect!"
Chapter completed!