Guo Dalu opened his fiery eyes and looked at the man in yellow. He was also the twelve-level tiger demon king. Regardless of his figure, appearance, tone, and weapons, he used were exactly the same as the tiger king he had encountered before.

"Have we met just now?" Guo Dalu asked curiously.

"Haha, do you think I will let you go in this way? It's naive!" The tiger king said as he showed off his steel whip and was about to take action.

Guo Dalu hurriedly reached out and said, "Wait, before you start, please sign up first. Guo never kills people without names."

The tiger king said: "I am the bronze hammer of Mojie Mountain! Look at the whip!" As he said that, the steel whip was chopped down on his head.

"Bronze Hammer?" Guo Dalu laughed, avoided the steel whip, and said, "This name does not match your temperament."

The tiger king said while beating: "The bronze hammer is my nickname, and only the master can call me. I have a large one."

Guo Dalu used a bamboo knife to drive the Tiger King steel whip and asked, "What's your big name?"

"Wang Gangdan!"

The tiger king stopped shouting, and the steel whip slammed down even more densely.

Guo Dalu laughed loudly when he heard this, "I can understand the 'king', after all, you have a 'king' on your head. What the hell is a steel egg?"

The tiger king said in surprise: "Can you see the word 'king' on my head?"

"You are a tiger demon, and there is naturally a 'king' on your head."

The tiger king was shocked: "Can you see my original body?"

Guo Dalu was about to answer the conversation, but suddenly he felt that the conversation was familiar. He frowned, put away the bamboo knife, took a step forward, and grabbed the steel whip from the tiger king's hand.

“…”

The Tiger King was a little confused. He was obviously in a good match just now. Why did his strength soar so much, and he seemed to know him very well?

Guo Dalu no longer entangled with the tiger king named Wang Gangdan, but left a sentence "I borrowed you to use the steel whip" to lift the mountain.

Not long after walking, a long roar of breaking clouds came from the air, and the black dragon blocked his way as expected.

Flying sand and stones, swallowing clouds and spitting mist.

Similar scenes, similar appearances.

Guo Dalu did not hesitate at all this time. He used sword-controlling techniques, combining wooden sword, bamboo sword and steel whip, and directly faced the black dragon.

The two of them fought hard on the mountain, and after dozens of rounds, the black dragon was unable to overcome Guo Dalu's fierce attacks. They still shook their bodies and turned around and escaped into the clouds after their claws were injured.

Guo Dalu continued to move forward, the same as expected, crossing the mountain of swords, crossing the sea of ​​fire, and then...

Back to the foot of the mountain again.

"It's interesting..."

Guo Dalu stood at the foot of the mountain, looked up at the towering peak of the mountain, and looked thoughtful.

When I read Greek mythology in the past, I remember that there was a king named Sisyphus in it. Because he did not want to enter the underworld, he violated his promise to the god of death and violated the great god Zeus. In order to punish him, Zeus asked him to push a huge rock to the top of the mountain. Because the huge rock was too heavy, he would roll off his hands and roll down, resulting in his previous efforts being wasted. So he kept repeating and doing this endlessly.

The great god Zeus believed that there was no more severe punishment than carrying out such ineffective and hopeless labor.

"It seems that the big guys' thoughts sometimes coincide."

Guo Dalu sighed secretly: "So, am I in a similar dilemma with Sisyphus now?"

Thinking of this, Guo Dalu walked forward and soon met the big tiger demon king "Wang Gangdan"!

"Who are you and why are you breaking into the mountains?"

Same appearance, same lines.

Guo Dalu took a step forward, and the bamboo knife drew a half arc in the air, rushing towards Wang Gangdan's neck.

A killer move like a flash of vigor!

However, the great demon king in the Twelve-Level Tower is not that easy to kill, especially his natal weapon is still part of his body.

The steel whip was howling, as if it was about to shatter the air, showing the anger of the Tiger Demon King.

Guo Dalu put away the bamboo knife and pulled out the peach wood sword.

Slash.

Slice horizontally.

Get up and flirt.

Ren Hao's gas was fully spread out, and then the sword intent suddenly subsided, and Guo Dalu turned into a phantom, and the sword edge smeared Wang Gangdan's throat.

Combining Confucianism and Mohism, one sword is revealed.

The tiger demon king fell down and showed his true form.

Guo Dalu took a look and turned around to climb the mountain.

...

The dragon roars and cracks the clouds.

Guo Dalu raised his hand and shouted: "Qi Delong Dongqiang!"

The peach wood sword hanging in the world of green lamps came out and appeared in Guo Dalu's hands without any resistance.

The black dragon appeared, and what greeted it was a terrifying blank rainbow.

The black dragon stretched out its claws, and the claws broke with the sword light.

Guo Dalu jumped onto the back of the dragon, picked its reverse scales, cut its horns, and finally fell down the fairy sword and cut off the dragon's head.

He slaughtered the black dragon, then broke into the sea of ​​fire, but finally returned to the foot of the mountain and met the great mountain guardian.

Wang Gang Egg.

Guo Dalu began to suspect that the name was actually a saint teasing him and mocking him.

"Who are you and why-"

The sword falls when the hand rises, and the steel eggs fail.

...

...

The cycle was repeated until the tenth time, Guo Dalu gave up breaking through the mountain. He looked up at the top of the mountain, looked at the place in the clouds and mist, and said, "Since life can also be repeated, I will go down the mountain to kill Tianzong inside and outside, up and down, and kill each cultivator who believes in Tianzong in Xuanjie will see him."

After a while, there was no response on the mountain.

After a long time, a powerful force filled with mysterious aura fell from the sky - it seemed like a whole Mojie Mountain was pressing down.

Guo Dalu did not hesitate and directly used the strongest means... He raised the peach wood sword.

Faced with the sage's temptation, the best response is to give his all. This is the experience he learned on Lion Camel Mountain.

He did not want to bear the pressure of the saint again, if it was also an infinite cycle, it would make him feel hopeless.

However, the Pantao Wood Sword did not give him much hope, because as soon as he raised the fairy sword, he felt a cool breeze blowing from a very high altitude. The cool breeze silently wrapped the Pantao Wood Sword, gently dragged it back, and successfully grabbed the sword.

Qi Delong and Dongqiang disappeared into the clouds and mist in the sky under Guo Dalu's eyes.

That was his strongest method and his biggest reliance was his strongest magic weapon to turn the tide, fight against PUBG, and turn defeat into victory. Now that he has been taken away at will, he has no chance to oppose it.

What's even more terrifying is that the pressure of the saint continued to fall, and the clouds and mist above the head also gathered and accumulated to a place, slowly pressing down.

Guo Dalu was fully at the dual realm, but he still felt extremely difficult. His body was tense. A long-lost pain spread throughout his body. He wanted to transform and leave, but he was really unwilling to do it. Moreover, in the current situation, he didn't seem to have enough energy to perform the deformation technique on him.

The most powerful master in history is so vulnerable to the saint!

The step from a grand master to a saint is a truly reincarnation step, and it is a natural barrier that some practitioners cannot cross in three lives.

Guo Dalu's legs were weak, and it seemed that he could only feel better if he knelt down, but how could he kneel down to the person on the top of Mojie Mountain in this situation?

He sat on the ground, keeping his head looking up at the sky, looking presumptuous.

"You come down!" Guo Dalu shouted.

...

...

The clouds and mist in the sky changed, and finally formed a face of a monk with great compassion and compassionate smile.

"Amitabha."

A grand and solemn voice rang out over the sky:

"You have passed the tiger's den, dragon pond again and again, and the sea of ​​swords and fire again and again, are you still so obsessed and unaware of it?"

The voice of the saint resounded through the world, rolling from all directions.

The face of clouds and mist is constantly changing, without a fixed appearance.

Guo Dalu thought for a while and said, "You want to tell me that the road to cultivation is like climbing Mount Mojie. Difficulties and obstacles are always repeated. Only by constantly climbing and constantly surpassing can you approach the avenue in your heart and reach the real top of the mountain?"

The saint chuckled, and flowers bloomed everywhere as if spring was coming.

"You are too worried. I want to tell you that I have to listen to me in my territory."

When the saint said this, there was a hint of indescribable meaning in his tone, "Whether it is your world or the Xuan Realm, the rules are made by the strong, just like you agreed with Tianzong to climb a mountain in three years, but because you are stronger than the boys of Song Chanfeng, you have advanced the time by one year. By the same token, because I am better than you, so you have to extend the time to ten years."
To be continued...