Chapter 1965 Whose Road to Heaven?

Han Sen was accepting the artistic conception of the three characters of Zhentiangong, so he had no time to distract him, and he didn't hear what Qianyuhe said.

Seeing that Han Sen was struggling to support, Qian Yuhe stretched out his hand to support Han Sen without thinking too much.

"Relax, it's fine." Qian Yuhe supported Han Sen and said with a smile.

Although the artistic conception of the three characters Zhentiangong is powerful, Qianyuhe is originally the blood of the heavenly clan. He was born in Tiantian Palace since he was a child, and he has long been exempted from the power of the artistic conception. He helped Han Sen walk, even if Han Sen was crushed by the artistic conception. It was just one more thing to mention.

Qian Yuhe saw that Han Sen was still walking, so he supported him with his arms, and when he couldn't support himself and was about to fall, he just supported him with all his strength.

Although Han Sen seemed to be walking very hard, he still managed to walk up to more than 500 steps, and then his body couldn't support anymore, and his waist was bent down.

Qianyuhe supported Han Sen's arm and tried to straighten Han Sen's body.

But with this effort, Han Sen's body suddenly felt like a big rock. Qianyuhe used a lot of strength to support him upright.

"Relax a bit, don't use force, it's just an illusion, there is no real force on you." Qian Yuhe thought it was Han Sen himself who was exerting force, so it was so heavy.

Han Sen didn't listen to what he said at all, and the terrifying artistic conception poured into his body in an endless stream, making him feel like he was carrying a mountain on his back, so he could only persevere wholeheartedly.

Qian Yuhe supported Han Sen to go up. The more he walked, the heavier he felt. He wondered in his heart: "Why is this guy's willpower so weak, let alone being overwhelmed, he didn't consciously use too much force."

After walking for a while, Qianyuhe felt that Han Sen's body was too heavy, so he had to scan Han Sen's body, and found that there was no breath flowing in his body, and there was no sign of exertion.

"It's strange, his breath hasn't moved, how could his body be so heavy? The artistic conception of Zhentian Palace should be only psychological suppression, there will be no such substantive pressure!" Qian Yuhe was puzzled, but couldn't see it. Clue, can only help Han Sen to go up.

Han Sen's body was getting heavier and heavier. Qianyuhe was able to support Han Sen with one arm at first, but it still felt a little difficult to hold Han Sen up with one arm.

"Hey, are you okay?" Qian Yuhe frowned and looked at Han Sen. He saw that Han Sen's body was flushed, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and his breathing became very depressed, as if he was almost out of breath. .

Han Sen's eyeballs were protruding and covered with bloodshot eyes. No matter how he looked at it, he looked like his body was about to collapse under pressure.

Han Sen didn't expect that after he let go of his mind and body and let the artistic conception of the three characters "Suppressing Tiangong" invade his body, he would become so terrifying. Up to now, one can only rely on willpower to keep from being overwhelmed, and it is impossible to walk any longer. After reaching the thousand jade steps, one is basically carried up by thousand-feathered cranes.

Qian Yuhe couldn't figure out what the situation was. Although the artistic conception of the three characters Zhentiangong was powerful, it was not so powerful.

He didn't know that Han Sen was killing himself. Not only did he not fight against the artistic conception, but he also introduced the artistic conception into his body. A lunatic who did this has never been done before. How did Qianyuhe know that this would happen.

Seeing that Han Sen couldn't walk, and his mind didn't seem to be very clear, Qian Yuhe could only carry Han Sen up, feeling that his arms were getting heavier and heavier, and he was about to use all his strength. up.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Qianyuhe pulled his arm hard, and his steps changed. When he got in front of Han Sen, Han Sen's body suddenly fell forward and landed on his back.

Thousand Feather Crane exerted all his strength, picked up Han Sen, and carried him to Tiantian Palace.

"The disciple of the Queen of Blades is really amazing! It's just a road to the sky, but he can walk like this." Qian Yuhe was depressed, but he could only walk up with Han Sen on his back.

The old man of Tiantian Palace is still waiting for someone to ask for. If he leaves Han Sen here, he won't be able to explain it when he goes back.

Qianyuhe quickened his pace and carried Han Sen up, but after walking for a while, his pace slowed down again. It wasn't that he didn't want to go fast, but that the pressure on Han Sen was getting bigger and bigger. Carrying him was like carrying a hill. Yes, how can I go fast.

And the more he went up, Han Sen became heavier and heavier, and the forehead of the thousand-feathered crane was almost sweating.

"Is this his way to the sky, or is it me?" Qian Yuhe carried Han Sen up step by step, and now it was his turn to sweat.

When he reached more than 9,000 steps, Qianyuhe's whole body was flushed, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. His previous handsome and elegant appearance had long since disappeared, and he was panting non-stop in his nostrils.

"What the hell, why is it so heavy? A Viscount like him can't exert such power even if he tries his best? What's more, the breath in his body shows no signs of flowing. Where does this power come from? Is it really due to the artistic conception of Zhentian Palace?" Qian Yuhe thought as he walked.

Thousand Feather Crane is now an earl, not to mention carrying a Han Sen, even if carrying a giant dragon, walking up ten thousand steps is still not blushing or out of breath.

But now his body was full of veins, and every step he took exhausted all his strength, and the breath from his nostrils was about to burn.

"boom!"

White clouds emanated from Qianyu Crane's body, rising from the pores of the body like water vapor.

White smoke slowly gushed out from Qianyuhe's hair and above his body, wrapping around his body.

This is because Qianyuhe couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to use his cloud spirit power.

Han Sen's condition is worse than Qianyuhe's. His body seems to be pressed by something. His bones and flesh are collapsing inward. He looks like a severely emaciated patient, and all flesh is inward. When it fell down, even the sternum made a crackling sound, as if it was about to be crushed.

One step at a time, ten steps covered in blood and sweat, Qian Yuhe saw that the ten thousand jade steps were about to be completed, but his feet were trembling constantly.

Even though he tried his best, the last few steps still made Qianyuhe exhausted his breastfeeding strength. He almost didn't fall on the gate of Zhentian Palace. After gritting his teeth and exerting his strength, he managed to survive and carried Han Sen back into it. Passed the gate of Zhentian Palace.

After entering Tiantian Palace, Qianyuhe suddenly felt light all over, and almost moaned out of comfort, heaved a long sigh of relief in his heart: "Finally came up."

Above the jade steps, among the clouds and mist, no one saw what was going on, but after Qian Yuhe entered Tiantian Palace, the disciples in the palace were dumbfounded when they saw Qian Yuhe coming in with Han Sen on his back.

After Tiantian Palace was established for such a long time, it has never been seen being carried in by someone.