The only way

Chapter 627

Three days and three days.

Enter the ninth day of the map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

In the center of Wanli Mountains and Rivers Map, at the foot of Yangshan Mountain.

Lingchu raised his eyes to look at the mountain in front of him that went straight to the top of the cloud, and there was a burst of coercion from it, which made the surrounding disciples change their expressions.

Yes, there is not only one monk in Lingchu here.

The place where Ling first arrived was at the southern foot of Mount Yang. In this direction, when Ling first arrived, there were already three monks here.

And these three monks are occupying a direction, sitting cross-legged and meditating without interfering with each other. Compared with the few fights that Lingchu encountered in the past few days, this place can be said to be very quiet and peaceful.

However, Lingchu's complexion did not become better because of this, on the contrary, her complexion became more dignified.

Because, the robes on these three monks were all broken and stained with blood.

Such a situation is extremely rare for monks.

The monks' robes are basically equipped with a clean dust removal formation, and there is also a defensive formation, so that ordinary attacks will not leave traces at all, and will not leave dirt.

The occurrence of such a situation can only explain one thing, this Yangshan Mountain may not be so easy to climb.

"Brothers, I wonder if I can tell you, is there any difficulty in climbing Mount Yang?" Lingchu didn't immediately climb Mount Yang, but asked the three monks around him with a smile on his face.

Lingchu's question obviously surprised all three of them.

However, among the three of them, one had no expression on his face, he never even opened his eyes, only the eyeballs under his eyelids rolled, and then he still sat cross-legged in meditation, silent, as if he didn't hear anything.

One person opened a gap in his eyes, glanced at Lingchu faintly, and then retracted faintly, what is on this mountain, everyone is a competitor, how could it be possible to tell the truth in a harmonious and friendly manner.

The remaining one looked at Lingchu and spoke, but what he said was not so gentle, "Heh."

With a sneer, he looked back haughtily.

They all looked very unfriendly, but Lingchu didn't change his expression at all.

She had expected that they probably wouldn't give her any reminders, after all, everyone was an opponent.

But, what if you meet someone with good intentions?It's just a matter of saying a word, it's painless.

But there was no need for them to open their mouths, Lingchu could tell that if he wanted to climb the lotus pond in Yangshan Mountain, he might have a tough battle to fight.

Without hesitation, Lingchu first sat down to meditate and adjust his breath, and adjusted his state. After half an hour, he slowly got up, and with a flash of inspiration in his hand, the Weiji Umbrella had already emerged.

Facing this mountain covered in white mist, Lingchu's originally gentle face gradually condensed, and he walked towards Yangshan step by step.

The three eyes behind Lingchu closely followed Lingchu's figure, until they saw Lingchu's figure swallowed by the white mist, the three closed their eyes and adjusted their breath again.

The moment Lingchu stepped into Yangshan Mountain, his whole body suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were shrouded in a cloud of white mist, only a trail of intestines was exposed under his feet, winding and extending diagonally upwards.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness all around, and nothing could be seen clearly except this narrow path.

Without the slightest pause under his feet, Lingchu stepped forward firmly. Just as he took a step, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and it was erased and reappeared as if turned upside down.

There was a sudden feeling of stepping into the air under his feet, and 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 to rise into the sky, but was surprised to find that his spiritual power was indeed flying up with him, but at the same time, his arm was passing There was a strong sense of falling.

Looking down, it was the Weiji Umbrella in his hand, which was desperately falling down at the moment, while Lingchu himself kept trying to fly upwards, but couldn't resist the pulling force in his hand.

The two formed a subtle pull, Lingchu was suspended in mid-air for a while, neither going up nor down.

However, as time passed, the falling force of the Weiji Umbrella became stronger and stronger, and Lingchu's figure was already on the verge of falling, like a willow in the wind, as if it would be pulled down in the next moment.

Looking down, there is a basin below, but the land is not soil, but a piece of blue-gray flower-colored rocks. On the rocks, there are layers of spikes, shaped like bamboo shoots. Stone pillars, stone pillars are also formed of rocks, with a faint cold light.

Lingchu's pupils shrank slightly. The rocks underneath are called gold-absorbing stones. They look like stones, but they are actually a very special metal, and they are fatally attractive to any metal that is also a metal.

This attraction is a literal attraction.

Anything with a little metal added will be sucked away by this stone-like metal.

This kind of gold-absorbing stone is rare in the cultivation world, but 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 in his hand. The moment the Weiji Umbrella disappeared, Lingchu controlled the spiritual power and vacated a certain distance in the air.

The expression on his face was still alert.

The gold-absorbing stone is a magic weapon very aimed at monks, but it is very simple to unlock it. You just need to take out the magic weapon. If it is so simple, the few monks Lingchu saw at the foot of Yangshan before would not be so so miserable.

Inevitably, there is another trick.

Sure enough, just as Lingchu stood firm, there was a loud rumbling sound on the rock surface covered with barbed and pointed stone pillars, and the entire basin shook.

On the rock surface, a huge mountain bag bulged up, 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 this movement.

In mid-air, Lingchu subconsciously wanted to sacrifice his talisman, but his eyes flicked over those rocks, and the next moment, his whole body rushed towards the sky like a cannonball, and buried his head in the white mist above his head.

After a few breaths, the white mist on the skyline of the basin suddenly exploded a circular void from the center, and a cyan streamer suddenly moved from the sky towards the center of the basin, smashing hard at the half-bulged hillock.

"Oh!"

The cyan streamer collided with the mountain bag fiercely, making a louder sound than the movement of the mountain bag getting up, and the mountain bag that had just emerged half a mountain bag slammed back hard, and the sharp stone pillars on the mountain bag were broken. After a few roots were removed, the mountain bag was instantly shortened by half.

In the cyan streamer, Lingchu's skin was glowing with streaks of light, his face was calm, and where the soles of his feet touched the mountain bag, the colorful rocks were cracked layer by layer.

How could she obediently wait for this obviously malicious thing to come out!
Naturally, strike first!

　The first strike is stronger, and the later strike suffers!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)