Three days and three days.
Entering the ninth day of the Map of Mountains and Rivers.
In the center of the Map of Mountains and Rivers, at the foot of Yangshan Mountain.
Lingchu raised his eyes and looked at the mountain peak that reached the top of the clouds in front of him. Waves of vague pressure came from it, causing the expressions of the surrounding disciples to change.
Yes, Lingchu is not the only monk here.
The place where Lingchu arrived was at the southern foot of Yangshan Mountain. In this direction, when Lingchu arrived, there were already three monks here.
The three monks were each occupying a direction, sitting cross-legged and meditating without disturbing each other. Compared with the several fights that Lingchu had encountered in the past few days, this place could be said to be very quiet and peaceful.
However, Lingchu's face did not become better because of this. On the contrary, her face became more solemn.
Because the robes worn by these three monks were all torn and stained with blood.
Such a situation is extremely rare for monks.
Monks' robes are basically equipped with clean dust-removing formations, plus defensive formations. Ordinary attacks will not leave any traces at all, and will not leave any dirt.
The occurrence of such a situation can only mean one thing. This Yangshan Mountain may not be that easy to climb.
"Brothers, I wonder if you can tell me, are there any difficulties in climbing Yangshan Mountain?" Lingchu did not climb Yangshan Mountain immediately, but asked the three monks around him with a smile.
Lingchu's question obviously surprised all three of them.
However, one of the three people had an expressionless face and never even opened his eyes. His eyes rolled under his eyelids, and then he continued to sit cross-legged and meditate, silently, as if he had not heard anything.
One person's eyes opened a slit, he glanced at Lingchu lightly, and then looked back lightly. Everyone was a competitor, how could he tell the truth about what was on Yangshan Mountain? It was really harmonious and friendly.
The remaining person looked directly at Lingchu and spoke, but the words he spoke were not so gentle, "Heh."
He sneered, and then looked away haughtily.
They all looked very unfriendly, but Lingchu's expression did not change at all.
She had long expected that they would probably not give her any reminder. After all, everyone was their opponent.
But, what if you meet some kind-hearted person and just say it? It's just a matter of saying a word, it's not painful or itchy.
But they didn't need to speak, Lingchu could also see that if they wanted to climb the Yangshan Lotus Pond, they would have to fight a tough battle.
Without hesitation, Lingchu first sat down to meditate and adjust his posture. After half an hour, he slowly stood up. With a flash of inspiration in his hand, the Weiji Umbrella appeared.
Facing the mountain covered with white mist, Lingchu's originally gentle face gradually became condensed, and he walked towards Yangshan step by step.
Three eyes behind them followed Lingchu's figure closely. It wasn't until they saw Lingchu's figure swallowed by the white mist that the three of them closed their eyes again and adjusted their breath.
The moment Lingchu stepped into Yangshan Mountain, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body. His eyes were shrouded in a cloud of white mist, and only a small intestine path was exposed under his feet, extending diagonally upward.
It was completely white all around, and nothing could be seen clearly except this small trail.
Without any pause, Lingchu stepped forward firmly. As soon as he took a step, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. It was erased and reappeared as if it were earth-shaking.
There was a sudden feeling of stepping into the air under his feet. Lingchu heard the whistling of the wind in his ears, and he fell weightlessly.
Without hesitation, Lingchu wanted to mobilize the spiritual power in his body and soar into the air. However, he was surprised to find that his spiritual power was indeed carrying him upwards, but at the same time, there was a sensation in his arms. There was a strong feeling of falling.
Looking down, he saw that it was the Weiji umbrella in his hand that was desperately falling downwards. Lingchu himself kept trying to fly upwards, but he couldn't resist the pulling force in his hands.
The two formed a subtle pull, and for a moment Lingchu hung in mid-air, neither up nor down.
However, as time passed, the falling force of the Weiji umbrella became stronger and stronger, and Lingchu's figure was already shaky, like a weak willow in the wind, as if it would be pulled down in the next moment.
Look away from the never-ending umbrella and look down. Below is a basin, but the land is not soil, but a piece of blue-gray colored rocks. On the rocks, there are layers of spikes, shaped like bamboo shoots. Stone pillars, stone pillars are also made of rock, glowing with a faint cold light.
Lingchu's pupils shrank slightly. The rocks underneath were called gold-absorbing stones. They looked like stones, but in fact they were an extremely special metal. They had a fatal attraction for any metal that was also a metal.
This attraction is literal attraction.
Anything with a little bit of metal added will be absorbed by this stone-like metal.
This kind of money-attracting stone is rare in the world of cultivation. There is actually a whole piece here?
Lingchu's eyes moved to the top of the Weiji Umbrella. The Qingyi Sword in the Weiji Umbrella was fused with metal spiritual materials, so the Weiji Umbrella kept falling.
The most urgent task is to put away the Weiji umbrella first.
With a thought in Lingchu's mind, the Weiji umbrella disappeared from his hand. The moment the Weiji umbrella disappeared, Lingchu controlled his spiritual power and soared slightly in the air for a distance.
The look on his face was still wary.
The gold-absorbing stone is a magical weapon used by monks, but it is very simple to unlock it without taking out the magical weapon. If it were so simple, the few monks Lingchu saw at the foot of Yangshan Mountain would not be able to unlock it. So miserable.
Inevitably, there is a backup plan.
Sure enough, just as Lingchu stood firm, there was a loud rumble on the surface of the rock covered with barbs and sharp stone pillars, and the entire basin shook.
Above the rock surface, a huge mountain bulged, gravel fell one after another, and dust filled the basin.
The loud rumbling sound continued, and the huge mountain bag continued to bulge upwards. It seemed that something was about to crawl out from under the rock, and a faint coercion began to overflow with the movement.
Lingchu, who was in mid-air, subconsciously wanted to sacrifice his own magic weapon, but his eyes passed over those rocks. In the next moment, his whole body rushed to the sky as fast as a cannonball, and he was buried in the white mist above his head.
After a few breaths, the white mist in the sky of the basin suddenly exploded into a circular void in the center, and a stream of cyan light suddenly hit the half-bulged mountain in the center of the basin from the sky.
"Bang!"
The green stream of light collided with the hillock hard, making a louder sound than the hillock rising up. The hillock that had just emerged half of the hillock smashed back hard, and the sharp stone pillars on the hillock were broken. After picking up a few roots, the mountain bag was half shorter in an instant.
In the green light, Lingchu's skin was flowing with rays of light, his face was calm, and where the soles of his feet came into contact with the mountain, the colorful rocks were cracked layer by layer.
How could she wait obediently for something that was obviously malicious and evil to come out!
Naturally, the first thing to do is to strike first!
