When he stood at the foot of Liangjie Mountain, Wu Sheng was truly in awe of the so-called sacred mountains. These two mountains were real miracles!
The mountain is hundreds of feet high, and the walls stand thousands of feet tall. They are like two huge city walls, extending from the seaside to firmly protect the area within a hundred miles.
Between the two mountains, there is only a trail that can accommodate a few people, and the trail is full of entangled vines. Many of the vines have hooked poisonous thorns, so you must be careful when traveling. At the top of the trail, there are various huge dangerous rocks, just placed above the head, and they will fall down if there is the slightest movement.
Looking at the cliff like a knife and an axe, Wu Sheng had to admit that if it weren't for the power of immortals and gods, what else could create such a miracle?
Dan walked along the Rongtian Mountain on the right for a while, stopped on a hillside full of flowers, and turned around happily: "Sheng, I have chosen."
Wu Sheng looked up at the towering cliff: "Wait for me here, I'll go up and have a look."
Dan grabbed him and said, "Don't... offend Rongtian Mountain God, it will bring disaster to the village."
Wu Sheng hesitated for a moment, but finally held back, so he turned around and headed for the road between two mountains. He wanted to take a look outside the mountains.
Dan followed him: "Are you not satisfied? We can take another look."
Wu Sheng shook his head: "I don't like it!"
Carefully stepping into the passage, he took out the Feihong Sword, gently pushed aside a few vines, and the two of them walked deeper, one behind the other. . There was a place with dense vines ahead. Wu Sheng and Dan jumped over it. When they landed, they accidentally tripped on a vine. Suddenly, a boulder above them shook, causing a burst of smoke and a few pieces of gravel to fall.
Continuing to go more than ten feet deep, the light dimmed, and Wu Sheng felt a little strenuous. It seemed that something was pressing down from above, not his body, but the sea of qi.
After walking for more than ten feet, the pressure was getting stronger and stronger. Suddenly, I saw a pile of corpses on the side of the road ahead. I couldn't tell what kind of monster it was.
Dan pulled Wu Sheng tightly: "Sheng, I'm afraid..."
Wu Sheng patted her hand: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Feeling this pressure, Wu Sheng was no longer afraid. Even if the further he went in, the more the Qi Sea was squeezed, and the more difficult it was to manage the true energy, he still persisted.
Wu Sheng, who has analyzed and dismantled too many magic circles, can clearly feel the difference in this pressure. This is not the pressure emanating from high-level monks, but the effect of the magic circle. Although he didn't know what the coercion of the Immortal God should look like, Wu Sheng believed that it at least had the same characteristics as the coercion emanating from the high cultivator of Lianxu, which aroused fear and surrender deep in the hearts of low-level monks.
But on this trail, Wu Sheng didn't feel this. What Dan was afraid of were the dead bones on the roadside, the vines that slowly squirmed from time to time, and the boulders above his head that might fall down at any time, not the pressure itself.
Do immortals also use formations? How was this formation generated? Where is the array? Wu Sheng was very curious about this.
When they reached a certain corner, Wu Sheng finally couldn't move anymore. The true energy in the sea of qi was suppressed to the extreme, as if it was sealed. Not only did he have real energy, but he also had no strength to move his hands or feet. He would gasp from exhaustion after walking a few steps, and his body was extremely weak, like a sick person.
Wu Sheng looked around for clues, trying to sense where the formation disk was laid out - if there really was a formation disk, he saw a cliff and a deep gorge in front of him, and below the deep gorge was an abyss with an invisible bottom.
The deep stream is about three feet away. If I were normal, I would have passed by just a little tip of my toes. But now I can say that I am helpless, and the deep stream is like a chasm. What's more, it is still on the corner, so I can't see around the corner. How far does it continue on the other end.
The cliffs on both sides are extremely smooth, and there is almost no place to draw strength, not even a place to tie a rope.
Looking at this terrain, Wu Sheng was certain that this was intentional. If the two mountain gods Quezhi and Rongtian of Liangjie Mountain really existed, this was definitely their intention.
Of course, this is also one of the reasons why monsters cannot rush in, and it can effectively protect the village.
If you want to get out, there is always a way. Granny Yue said that in the past few decades, there have been travelers from outside, and the village has even gone out to collect their corpses. After all, human intelligence must always be better than monsters. , well, ordinary monsters.
Wu Sheng quickly thought of several ways, such as making a wooden frame, digging a hole in the ground, and the simplest one was to swing over with a rope.
The golden rope in his hand is more than ten feet long, plus the three or four-foot-long Thieving Sky Rope, which is nearly five feet long. It is enough to swing across the deep stream in front of him, but I don't know what will happen after swinging around the corner. What's going on at the other end?
The only problem is that Dan, Dan cannot mobilize his true energy, can his weak and powerless body be able to support it? If something unexpected happens while she is swinging, can she pull herself up?
"Can you do that, Dan?"
Dan did not speak, but proved it with her actions. She tied the golden rope and the Heaven-stealing rope to a boulder, and then tied it to her waist. Her small body stood upright: "That's it."
Wu Sheng tied the other end of the rope to his body, walked towards the deep stream, and then jumped down.
As the rope swung, Wu Sheng swayed, stepped on the other side of the stone wall, and ran quickly along the stone wall.
But he obviously overestimated his physical condition. He had a good idea but his body was useless. After running for a few steps, I felt as if my legs were filled with lead. Just after I turned the corner, my legs were sore and weak.
Wu Sheng fell. With quick eyes and quick hands, he grabbed a crack in the rock wall and dug his fingers into it. He temporarily hung himself up and looked back at the other side of the corner.
The deep stream at the other end was wider than this one, about five or six feet. Wu Sheng glanced at it and didn't dare to look again. It would be easy to fall if he twisted his body and he couldn't catch it. He faced the rock wall and prepared to rest for a while and gather some strength before swinging back.
Just as he was about to swing back with all his strength, Leng Buding was poked in the buttocks, causing pain. The pain was second to none. Wu Sheng almost fell off due to such a sudden attack.
He turned around and looked back, only to see that what was poking his butt was a thick and long bamboo pole. The other end of the bamboo pole was held by two people who appeared at an unknown time. The two people were standing at the edge of the deep stream across the corner, struggling. They adjusted the position of the bamboo pole and prepared to hit themselves on the head. However, the bamboo pole seemed a bit heavy for them. The head of the pole was crooked and they missed the hit twice and slipped past them.
These two are the Mai and Wei Fushen that he has been pursuing and longing for day and night.
There was another person next to him, it was the alchemist Zhufeng. Zhufeng picked up gravel from the ground and threw it at himself. Several of them hit him, but they were really weak, just like scratching an itch.
Zhufeng was still shouting to Mai and Wei Fuchen: "It's him, it's this guy who came to my ascetic mountain to inquire about your whereabouts!"
