The unlucky guy stumbled as he stepped onto the ladder to heaven.

He only felt a huge pressure suddenly appearing on him.

If he hadn't been able to stabilize his body in time, he would probably have been crushed on the ladder.

He began to try to circulate his spiritual power, and then looked at his hands in surprise.

"You can use your spiritual power now!"

"I can use my spiritual power now!"

The unlucky guy felt the pressure on his body, and with a push of his spiritual power, he felt relaxed all over.

After making some minor adjustments, the unlucky guy began to move forward excitedly.

When I stepped onto the second staircase, the pressure on my body increased a bit.

But for him who can use spiritual power, there is no pressure at all.

I've even started fantasizing about it in my mind.

"You bunch of fools, since you're still looking at me, wait until I'm the first to step onto the ladder, and I'll be the one who inherits the true god's legacy!"

"When the time comes, I will definitely beat that pile of golden shit into shit!"

"Humph! I'll let you threaten me and bully me."

"Everyone, just wait for me. If there's anyone here, I'll kill them all one by one."

The unlucky guy kept imagining things in his mind as he climbed up the steps and soon reached the twentieth step.

The man behind him saw that he was still safe and sound, then stepped onto the stairs.

The man felt every step carefully. After walking ten steps, he stepped back and hurried to report to the Golden Lion Camel.

After hearing this, the Golden Lion Camel nodded and waved his hand.

"Climb the ladder."

The Golden Lion Camel led the way, followed by his followers, all the way up the ladder.

As a result, the many monks on the platform could no longer bear it and immediately swarmed over.

There was also crowding on the ladder, and some people even pushed and shoved.

Until a scream was heard, and the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

In the center of the crowd on the ladder, a monk stood holding an iron whip.

The monk opposite him looked down in disbelief at the iron whip that pierced his heart.

He just pushed hard just now, but he didn't expect that the monk would take out an iron whip and stab him without saying a word.

And he didn't defend himself with all his strength, otherwise he wouldn't have been tricked so easily.

The man opposite snorted coldly, retracted his right hand, and pulled out the iron whip with a "swish".

Suddenly, blood flowed out of the hole rapidly like a stream, and soon dyed the clothes on the chest red.

The monk spat out blood, raised his trembling fingers with force, stared at the monk holding the iron whip with wide eyes, and his pale face was full of unwillingness.

But as his life continued to slip away, he could only slowly fall to the ground in despair.

The monk holding the iron whip glanced at the corpse on the steps, and swung the iron whip, which was still dripping with blood, with disdain.

Suddenly, countless blood beads fell off the iron whip and hit the steps, blooming into bright red plum blossoms.

The man took a look at the iron whip that was not stained with blood, and walked forward slowly with a cold look in his eyes.

And those monks who were blocking the road quickly moved to make way.

They saw clearly that the man who had just died was a little stronger than them.

If someone like this dares to block the road, what's the difference between that and seeking death?

The man walked through the crowd with a calm expression and climbed towards a higher place.

The monks walking in front naturally heard the noise and turned around to look at the scene, without much surprise on their faces.

But some people find it interesting.

After all, this is on the ladder.

First kill!

As expected, after the man with the iron whip left, the remaining cultivators of similar strength all looked surprised.

Especially when he saw his enemies in the team, a sense of viciousness arose in his heart.

But at the same time, he was also paying attention to his surroundings, especially behind him.

Suddenly, another scream was heard and everyone immediately looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw a monk being pierced through the chest by a long sword from behind.

The monk lowered his head in astonishment, looking at the long sword that pierced through his chest, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He didn't understand who stabbed him from behind.

He could feel that his heart had been stabbed and he had lost any chance of survival.

But the long sword was still stuck in his chest, and drops of bright red blood were dripping from the tip of the sword.

"Xiao Er, just go and die."

When the man heard the familiar voice, he immediately knew who had stabbed him in the back.

But he no longer had the strength to do anything.

Can only die unwillingly.

Just as the man behind him slowly drew out his sword, a sound of weapon entering flesh was heard.

The man who drew the sword lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the small section of the weapon protruding from the position of his heart.

“It’s… you!!”

The figure behind him nodded, "Yes, it's me."

"Prince Xiao, it would be better for you to die."

"Dawang, you...you...I...I'll wait for you!"

As soon as King Xiao finished saying this, Da Wang was pierced through the chest by a palm with a "puff".

The bright red heart was still beating vigorously in that hand.

Da Wang recognized this hand; it was a hand he was very familiar with.

He never imagined that the person who dealt him the fatal blow and killed him would be his most trusted companion!

He had long regarded him as a brother and companion!

He couldn't understand why he ended up dying at the hands of his own people.

They are brothers!

But we are brothers who share weal and woe!

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