Got a breakthrough at the end of your life and then disappeared without a trace?
In any case, this old man Dugu, who has been missing for many years, is also Zhang Lang's last hope to break through the bottleneck.
"Where is that snow mountain? I'll go take a look." Zhang Lang took out the atlas from before and unfolded the general map of the northern continent.
Dugu Chen stepped forward and pointed to the north: "Three thousand miles north of the Sunset Fortress is the former sphere of influence of the Dugu family, and it was also the first area to suffer from insect infestations. In the northernmost part of the Dugu family's territory is the Snow Mountain where my grandfather practiced."
As he spoke, he picked up the pen and drew a circle on the map.
Zhang Lang looked at the time, there were less than two days left, hoping that the ruins were still intact.
After getting the position, Zhang Lang said goodbye to the two brothers and sisters and came to the ground.
The weather today was not very good, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain flowing into the underground city along the large hole dug by the Si tribe, making the already difficult life of the survivors even worse.
Zhang Lang took one look, soared into the sky and broke through the clouds.
At this height, it should not affect the ground.
Thinking of this, Zhang Lang activated Void Moon.
The moment he stepped into the void, a terrifying shock wave was generated. The rolling dark clouds exploded from the middle, the lightning was extinguished instantly, as if a spark had been extinguished, and the heavy rain stopped abruptly.
The people in the city noticed that the sun had come out, and they all gathered at the entrance of the cave to look out. They were surprised to find that the dark clouds that had just covered the sky had disappeared, leaving only a white line high in the sky, extending to the northern skyline.
Spanning two continents and a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers, for Zhang Lang now, it is no different than taking a walk downstairs. In the blink of an eye, he has arrived at the place marked on the map and found the tallest building. , the most majestic Snow Mountain.
"It should be here..." Zhang Lang glanced at it, and soon his eyes locked on a platform near the top of the mountain. On the rock wall next to the platform, there was a fist print the size of a pot lid, which must be Dugu's. Mr. Zong stayed behind.
Zhang Lang jumped onto the platform, walked on years of chicken blood to the rock wall, raised his hand and touched it gently.
This fist seal is nothing special to the hero, but Zhang Lang, who has been to this world three times, knows that the only supernatural power here is Beng Jin, which cannot be released and can only improve physical fitness. How unbelievable it is to be able to make such an exaggerated fist mark in such a world!
Zhang Lang looked around. Since no one had been here for many years, most of the platform was buried in snow. Zhang Lang took a deep breath and blew around. The strong air flow rolled up the snow, just like a blizzard coming. It blew away the surrounding area in an instant, exposing the rocks below.
Except for the most conspicuous fist mark, there are many obvious traces of man-made damage everywhere on this platform and rock wall. If you look closely, you can see that most of them were done with bare hands!
These traces may seem messy, but in Zhang Lang's eyes, they record the entire process of the Dugu Sect's hard training and breaking through the bottleneck many years ago.
Try to deduce it.
Zhang Lang stood in the middle of the platform, scanning with Beng Jin, not missing any trace.
According to Dugu Chen, the Dugu Sect stayed here for at least three years. During this period, no one was allowed to disturb them. Even if family members came regularly to deliver food and changes of clothes, they were only allowed to be placed on the mountainside more than a hundred meters away from the top of the mountain. . Later, when they saw that the supplies had not been taken away for a long time, the family felt that something was wrong, and bravely went up the mountain, only to discover the disappearance of Dugu Zong.
In the past three years, the Dugu Sect has been practicing martial arts over and over again, leaving countless traces. Now, almost twenty years have passed, which path comes first, which path comes after, which path is related to which path, and which path is correct. It is completely unclear which detour is the rejected road.
For Zhang Lang, this is a permutation and combination of tens of thousands of conditions, not to mention that here you can only see attacks that have left traces. In the past three years, how many moves have been made against the air, and how many exercises have just been done by meditating and adjusting. Why can't the inner breath leave any trace at all?
Even with Zhang Lang's calculation ability, it would be difficult to review the cultivation process of Dugu Sect back then. Let alone two days, even if he was given two months or two years, he might not be able to find the only correct path. .
But this is his only clue. He can only remember every trace here, try his best to figure out what the Dugu Sect did back then, plus his own imagination, and keep trying endlessly!
As Zhang Lang deduced over and over again, two days passed quickly. As the badge sent a reminder that the mission was completed, Zhang Lang sighed, took one last nostalgic look at the environment of the Snowy Mountains, and reluctantly chose leave……
The scene in front of him changed, Zhang Lang returned to the altar, and nine torches were still on. The reincarnators all stood in their own sectors, and clips flashed crazily above their heads.
Except for Zhang Lang, other than the fierce battle with the Si tribe on the first day, the rest are basically battles with insects. After these few days of cleaning up, the insects within a thousand miles around the dungeon Most of the nests have been pulled out.
Although there are still overwhelmingly more bugs than humans in the world, now that the Si tribe is no longer operating behind the scenes, and secondly, humans have received the new skills taught by Zhang Lang. I believe they can seize this opportunity to re-establish civilization. Slowly let the world be in the hands of the Shen clan again!
Soon, the scores of other reincarnations came out.
The main plot is completed, and everyone has received the basic one thousand points. In addition, Zhang Lang took down the lairs of four Si tribes by himself, so everyone is guaranteed a minimum of three thousand points!
I have to say that when you reach the hero level, the benefits of tasks have indeed increased. But this time, without Zhang Lang, a transcendent existence, this reward would not be so easy to get.
Not to mention that the Si tribe's nearest stronghold is only a few hundred kilometers away from the underground city. It is only a matter of time before the underground city is discovered. Then they will face an endless tide of insects. Under the level 2 restrictions, even if the hero team can protect themselves, It is difficult to guarantee the safety of tens of thousands of civilians.
Even if they can survive the main line, the task of taking down the Si tribe's stronghold is almost impossible to complete. Not to mention that the Si Clan has countless insects as helpers, the strength that the Si Clan put into this place cannot be underestimated. Maybe, my fortune and life will be involved...
And even if they eliminated the nearest stronghold, there are several other strongholds in other continents. It would be impossible to remove them all within five days!
Therefore, for most heroes, getting 1,500 points from a mission is already the limit. The rest can only be earned from kill rewards.
However, the reward for hero-level kills has shrunk, and in the end, the full score is more than 2,000 points.
But this time, they not only received the full mission reward, but with the help of the Nineteenth Altar, they also killed a large number of bugs, the least of which scored more than 4,000 points. Among them, Lei Lei and Mia also killed a Si tribe each, and their final scores exceeded 5,000!
Even for a hero, this score is quite generous, and even the master of the high altar may not be able to achieve it often. For the declining altar No. 12, it is an unimaginable profit! Among them, Charles and Mia both jumped up with excitement, Fumino opened his mouth wide looking at his final score, and Lao Mo even had red eyes.
Since the death of the previous altar owner, when has the Twelve Altar been so proud and proud!
On the other hand, several people who had worked with Zhang Lang before were very happy, but their reactions were not that intense...
"The basic skills are not six, the basic skills are not six..." Lu Ren also comforted several teammates by the way.
