Chapter 1271 Between Thousand Blades

Probably because it is often turned upside down, the soil cannot adhere to the mountain peak, and there is no vegetation cover, and it has been baptized by strong winds for many years.

These "stalagmites" hanging from Qianren Peak are really smooth as a mirror, even as slippery as if coated with a layer of grease.

But Meng Chao and Ice Storm couldn't be bothered.

After all, it is not a real mirror.

Even the tiny cracks that could not be seen by the naked eye were as strong as a few climbing nails chiseled in by Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

What's more, Meng Chao found that on many stalagmites, there were parallel up and down, which did not seem to be naturally formed dents.

Just enough for him to comfortably put his fingers or toes in, forming a simple "ladder".

Ice Storm told Meng Chao that these were the traces of exploration left by the Holy Light Army three thousand years ago.

At that time, the Holy Light Army marked almost every corner of Turan Holy Mountain, and left a lot of equipment and supplies for their next entry, sealed and hidden with the Holy Light magic.

It is said that the fresh flesh and blood sealed by the magic of the holy light will not rot even if it is left for a whole thousand years.

The problem is that most of the markers and supply locations are located on the only way to the top of the holy mountain.

Naturally, in the next three thousand years, it was destroyed intentionally or unintentionally by Turan orcs one after another.

As for Qianren Peak, although in theory, when the space changes, you can see the scarlet mountain peak that goes straight to the top of the holy mountain.

But in reality, it's impossible.

Therefore, neither the Holy Light Human Race nor the Turan Orcs, including the "Jackal" Kanus who recently explored the Holy Mountain, did not waste too much time and energy in this area.

The marks and facilities left by the explorers three thousand years ago were fortunately preserved to this day, facilitating the advancement of Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

They are like gibbons climbing through the jungle.

The ground is less than 100 meters below, and there is no fear of heights to worry about falling to pieces.

The two chased after each other, advancing side by side, and soon approached the thickest and steepest stalagmite in the center of Qianren Peak.

The thicker the stalagmite, the less obvious the curvature of the surface. Meng Chao could jump over it and barely hug him, but then it would be difficult to accurately grasp the direction and use the ultimate force.

What's more, according to Ice Storm's description, it seems that the space gap leading to the Scarlet Mountain will not appear until the Thousand Blade Peak turns over again, and the hanging "stalagmites" in front of them become mountain peaks again.

And they are now like a gibbon, and like a gecko clinging to a stalagmite, if the entire suspended mountain turns 180 degrees in mid-air, it seems that it will be difficult to deal with the unpredictability changed.

Ice Storm made a gesture to tell Meng Chao to be calm.

I saw her slowly groping on several nearby stalagmites.

For each dent that looks similar, it is as careful as reading Braille.

Soon, the third stalagmite in the southeast direction was locked.

Meng Chao climbed over and observed carefully, and found that there was a faint five-pointed star mark the size of a palm on the top of the stalagmite.

Perhaps three thousand years ago, this mark was still deeply imprinted with a sword.

It's just that three thousand years can erase a lot of things.

Up to now, if there were no insiders like Ice Storm to lead the way, even if a hundred Meng Chao dig three feet at the same time, it would be very difficult to find this special stalagmite.

Next, Ice Storm bit his fingertips and squeezed out a drop of crystal clear blood.

Accompanied by the incantation of the squishy teeth, a beam of milky white flames gushed out from her palm.

She gently curled her fingers, letting the drop of blood fall into the flames.

Not only was the blood not evaporated by the flames, but it was attached with a touch of divine radiance, like a small red bead, dripping and spinning above the flames.

Ice Storm patiently burned it for more than a minute before taking the drop of blood back to his fingertips again. After examining it carefully for a long time, he moved under the tip of his nose and sniffed it carefully for a while before gently dabbing it on the pentagram.

"This is a purification ritual."

Ice Storm explained to Meng Chao, "Just now I have purified this drop of blood, which originated from the power of the Turan orcs. Now, this Holy Light seal will mistakenly think that it is a drop of blood completely from the Holy Light Human Race .”

As soon as the words fell, the stalagmite trembled slightly.

The ice storm obviously only squeezed out a drop of blood, but the pentagram turned bright red like fire in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the red flame turned into gold and then white, as if it had just been painted with the sun at noon.

However, such a dazzling brilliance only flashed for a moment, and the pentagram returned to its original shape.

On the side of the stalagmite, there quietly appeared a gap that could just accommodate a person to squeeze through sideways.

Ice Storm was the first to squeeze in.

He also helped Meng Chao pick up the ancient dream saint.

Meng Chao was the last to squeeze in, only to find that there was a cave inside. It turned out to be a small cave that could accommodate three or five people to curl up and hide.

Meng Chao was amazed.

I don't know if the army of the Holy Light three thousand years ago really dug out such a small space inside this stalagmite, and then tried to use illusion to disguise it from the outside.

Or cast some kind of mysterious space magic.

In any case, exactly three thousand years later, the magic of yesteryear is still working.

The profound foundation of the Holy Light camp can be seen.

No wonder the torrent of steel from Dragon City in the previous life, no matter how it hit, failed to break through the last line of defense of the Holy Light camp.

Before Meng Chao could sigh, there was another roar like ten thousand horses galloping outside the gap.

He looked out along the winding gap, only to see the clouds and mist sweeping like waves, as if the whole world was revolving around them.

Of course, combined with everything I saw before, it is more likely that the sky and the earth are not moving, but the Qianren Peak where they are located is spinning at high speed and upside down like a top.

Meng Chao was secretly glad.

If it hadn't gotten into this gap in time, it would have clung to the stalagmite outside.

No matter how hard his fingers and toes are, they will be thrown away by the huge centrifugal force, and he will be teleported to somewhere.

And staying here, not only is there no risk of being thrown into the turbulent flow of space, but there is not even the slightest dizziness of being rotated at a high speed.

It seems that this place is indeed a small space independent of Qianren Peak.

It's not just as simple as digging a hole in the Thousand Blade Peak.

The fog gradually dissipated.

The heaven, earth and mountains have stabilized again.

But this time, the roar of thousands of galloping horses did not come to an end, it just became a little weaker—from deafening, almost enough to shake a person's heart out of the mouth, to the extent that it can only be shaken out of the throat.

It is difficult to turn around in the narrow cave.

Meng Chao was the last to squeeze in, and naturally the first to squeeze out.

Sure enough, Qianren Peak turned upside down again, and the criss-crossed stalagmites turned into swords, guns, swords and halberds piercing high into the sky again.

However, Meng Chao found that after several space changes, Qianrenfeng was flying higher and higher.

When I first saw Qianren Peak, the bottom of the floating mountain range and the ground were about seven or eight hundred meters apart.

With "Supervision" activated, he could still see the outline of the mountain clearly.

I believe that you can roughly see the condition of the ground from the mountain peak.

But now, you can only see the undulating sea of ​​clouds, and the tip of the iceberg of other suspended mountains that occasionally reveal the sea of ​​clouds.

When looking up, there are very few floating mountains that can be higher than Qianren Peak.

Being around Lu Siya, Meng Chao, who was almost half a "sensitive person", was very sensitive to changes in temperature and air pressure.

Taking a deep breath, and analyzing the difficulty of breathing and the oxygen content in the air, he knew that he had reached an altitude of at least 3,000 meters or even higher.

The roar like a galloping horse continuously came from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

Meng Chao knew very well that even he, a powerhouse at the pinnacle of the heavenly realm, who had condensed his spiritual energy on the eardrums, still couldn't stop the continuous roaring sound, which continued to bombard the central nervous system like a hammer.

Such a sound is definitely not something that can be made by ordinary strong winds.

Only the storm mixed with spiritual energy possessed such a power that even supernatural beings could stand on end.

Ice Storm is right, jumping into such a sea of ​​clouds from a height of more than 3,000 meters above sea level is really dead!

Ice Storm is also in the real world, coming here for the first time.

Although I have experienced the thrills of Thousand Blade Peak many times in the memory crystal dungeon.

But that is someone else's memory after all.

Moreover, after 3,000 years of time and multiple copies, the information in the copy of the memory crystal will not be continuously worn out, broken, or lost.

Have a nightmare where life is worse than death, but you won't actually die.

Dancing over hell with just a single spider thread are obviously two different concepts.

"Here is the place where the human soldier lost his footing and fell off the cliff three thousand years ago. Look, there are still traces of the two rock nails he smashed down to fix the rope, although the rock top and the rope don't know where they went. , but the hole left is enough for you to put your fingers in and fix it, and find the most suitable posture for exerting force."

Looking at the turbulent sea of ​​clouds below, Ice Storm swallowed hard and reminded again, "It's just that, after personally experiencing the horror of Qianren Peak, are you sure you want to jump from here?

"First of all, madness has its limits. No matter how much I desire to obtain the inheritance of the Holy Mountain and return to the Land of Holy Light to take revenge, I will not jump off - this has nothing to do with courage or ambition, but I know very well , Where is your limit, I advise you to think carefully!"

"I know."

Meng Chao suddenly punched the rock.

A seemingly understated punch, but under the agitation of spiritual energy, it contained the destructive power of a mountain torrent.

Immediately, a smooth mirror-like mountain rock was blasted out of criss-crossing cobweb gaps.