This is a world of colorful neon lights. Against the background of the dark starry sky, from time to time large swaths of gorgeous light rain and light clouds will emerge without warning, sliding down lightly in the void, evolving into scenes of stunning beauty that shock the mind. Picture scroll.
However, once all the foreign monks see this kind of thing, their faces will change wildly, as if they are facing a powerful enemy, and they will avoid it. No one is in the mood to appreciate this beautiful scenery.
These light clouds are formed by the collision and agitation of different energy currents. They are beautiful and contain deadly murderous intent. They often cover hundreds of thousands of miles. Even the monks who have ascended to the peak of the fairyland would not dare to rely on powerful magic weapons. Staying in it too much.
Under the starry sky, there is a huge river that is infinitely wide and has no edge at all. It has no source and no end. The immeasurable water flows seemingly calmly, reflecting the vast starry sky above the sky.
Above the river, there are dots of small peaks of different styles floating in the air. Some are clumsy and majestic, some are delicate and beautiful, some are lifeless, and some are covered with clouds and mist and are shining brightly... They follow a specific trajectory. Floating slowly in the air.
Lin Shengqing, the young master of the Haoyue Sword Sect, was standing on a mountain peak with a radius of less than a hundred feet, surrounded by more than twenty female sword guards.
At his feet lay the corpses of more than a dozen hozen-like beasts. Even though they had all been killed, the corpses still exuded an oppressive evil aura. You can imagine how difficult they were in life.
"Young Master, we have picked the holy medicine. Shall we change places?" said a female sword guard.
"Well, let's go then."
Lin Shengqing sighed, feeling some pain in his heart. Just now, in order to get the seven holy medicines growing on this small mountain peak, he led people to fight hard against these difficult beasts. Although he killed them all, he also paid the same price. The price of the death of the three dead soldiers must be damage to their bones and qualifications after their return. Even if they are treated at all costs, it will be difficult to restore them to their original state.
In the field of vision, many foreign monks can be seen on the suspended peaks at different distances. They are either fighting bloody battles with unknown beasts, meditating for healing, or engaging in internal strife over treasures. Various magic weapons, magic weapons, The brilliance of magical powers and spells comes one after another.
From time to time, you can see monks covered in blood wailing and falling from the suspended mountain peaks, as well as mutilated corpses. Regardless of whether they are living or dead, as soon as they come into contact with the seemingly calm water below, they will sink straight away and disappear. No trace, without exception.
Moreover, there will occasionally be winds blowing up from the water. If those monks flying in the air are not careful, their magical defenses will be blown away, and the whole body will be exposed to the attacks of strange beasts or other monks.
"...Fortunately, I found quite a lot of resources when I came in, otherwise it would be such a loss!"
Lin Shengqing was grumbling in his heart. It was just an appetizer at the moment. As more and more Supreme Taoist disciples broke into this place, it was only a matter of time before a large-scale fire broke out in order to compete for those precious opportunities.
Therefore, one has to take precautions and transfer as many members of the Haoyue Sword Sect from various places as possible. Only when the force available at hand is strong enough can one ensure that one's gains are not taken away by outsiders.
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"...So this place is the weak Mercury River? There are so many good things!"
On a certain suspended mountain peak about three hundred feet high and shrouded in golden light, Qin Muling looked at the dreamlike scene around him, feeling quite curious for a moment.
The Heavenly Lord Yue Yi who was beside him put the body of a big one-horned snake into the space to hold the bracelet, walked to him swayingly, and said leisurely: "There are indeed many opportunities, and some of the most valuable opportunities can fundamentally change the fate of the monks." , but it’s not that easy to get, and the risks you need to face are even more terrifying.”
"Let's put it this way, every time the Weak Mercury River opens, ten thousand monks come in, and one-tenth of them can get out alive in the end, which is a pretty good result. The greater possibility is that only one or two hundred monks will survive. Examples of military annihilation are not too rare.”
Qin Muling thoughtfully said: "So, even if a lot of good things are taken out, for the foreign monks, the overall loss is still a loss of blood, and only a very small number of people are destined to benefit, right?"
"Definitely, most of the monks are cannon fodder and scapegoats. They try their best to pave the way for the lucky few." Yu Lingzhou, the Loli elder, snorted.
Qin Muling pondered for a few breaths and shook his head slightly. This is the true embodiment of the law of the jungle, the powerful man behind the scenes who presides over the secret realm of mist. From the beginning, the method of raising gu was adopted. If you don't want to be regarded as a victim, you can only go to the last step with all your strength before you can escape intact.
"Junior brother, which target should we choose next?"
Soon, the senior sisters who had explored the entire mountain came over and asked.
Qin Muling looked around. Within a hundred miles, there were more than twenty ownerless suspended peaks. From time to time, large groups of colorful lights bloomed in the void, which were particularly eye-catching against the background of the dark starry sky.
When the light dissipates, a suspended mountain peak will appear in place, drifting leisurely.
Every moment, countless suspended peaks will appear, and the same number will disappear inexplicably, and there are no fixed rules to follow.
Therefore, monks usually do not dare to stay on the same suspended mountain for a long time. After searching for opportunities, they quickly evacuate. Occasionally, the monks who are too late to leave and disappear with those peaks are never seen again.
Not every suspended mountain has opportunities hidden on it. On the contrary, there may be some ferocious and terrifying alien beasts and insects dormant, or powerful natural formation restrictions. Even the strong ones who have ascended to the fairyland are helpless and can only fold. The halberd sinks into the sand.
Therefore, whether the monks can ensure their own safety here, collect enough benefits, and finally leave alive basically depends on luck and character.
"First Evolution"
Qin Muling carefully observed the breath, raised her hand and pointed: "That's it, right? There should be a magic medicine on it."
Xue Bingxuan looked intently, and saw that it was a white floating snow peak with steaming spiritual mist ten miles away, with a radius of more than three hundred feet. There was a faint gleam of light on the surface, as if there was some kind of danger lurking, and the specific details were unclear.
"Okay, let's go then!"
None of the girls had any objections. Along the way, the younger brother's judgment had basically not gone wrong. Every suspended mountain he chose to visit, he would not return empty-handed, but there would not be any strange beasts that were too difficult to deal with. Or formation restrictions.
Yu Lingzhou stretched out his jade arms, hugged Qin Muling's waist and jumped into the air. A heavy clear light burst out from his body, firmly blocking out the weird wind blowing up from the water below.
In the blink of an eye, all eight people landed on the suspended mountain peak.
Thousands of sharp sword lights suddenly appeared, covering everyone's figure.
