Chapter 1320: Collecting Spiritual Materials

The old monk raised his snowy eyebrows, and a string of red Buddhist beads on his wrist flew out of the temple, and suddenly turned into eighteen red and black round mountains. The sky-shaking momentum rushed into the boundless clouds and mist.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

In an instant, the wind was howling, the fog was rolling, the sea of ​​clouds was rolling, and the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking continuously for a long time.

"Haha, let's see how you can get your second ride."

The old monk smiled brightly and suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Where is the way to the second level?

Song Fengyu stared at this unknown mountain for a long time, thinking for a long time, but still found nothing useful.

Since there are no clues on the top of the mountain, how come there are some clues in the mountains, on the mountainside, and at the bottom of the mountain?

One month is still plenty of time, and the big hole in the red space is still slowly healing.

It was so far away from him yet so close to him.

With the escape passage forcibly penetrated by Wang Lu, you can escape as long as you don't step into the level.

This is a large mountain with a radius of thousands of miles. It is not yet known how high the mountain is.

The mountains are shaded by ancient trees and have strong spiritual energy. Birds and beasts abound, but no monsters above level five have been found.

The entire mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist. Fortunately, the mountains were as green as ever, with only a thin layer of mist suspended in the air.

After walking for a long time, there was no one around, but what surprised him and made him happy was that there were many rare natural materials and treasures growing in the east and west of the mountain.

How could Song Fengyu let it go so stupidly? God didn't take it, but he was blamed for it.

What's strange is that for these treasures that have long since disappeared from the outside world, the auras they emit or the strange phenomena they display can be sensed even fifty miles away, so why are there no signs on the top of the mountain?

It was the layer of mist in the mountains that was as light as light smoke that covered them up.

After a lot of searching, Song Fengyu spent three days visiting every corner of the mountain above the "waist".

Ridges, valleys, mountain streams, mountain lakes, plains, cliffs, waterfalls, dense forests, deep caves, dangerous valleys, treacherous rocks...

Are you kidding? He didn't dare to go any further.

His instinct told him that he had to stop here.

Continuing down the mountain, there is no return, there is death but no life, it is extremely scary, and death is inevitable.

Naturally, the height of this mountain cannot be measured or estimated.

At this time, he had descended to a depth of 12,300 feet. He estimated that this place should be on the mountainside.

The harvest of three days, if he could get out alive, would be enough to push him to the state of perfection.

Too much, too big, too satisfying for him.

Those who are on the road to the Holy Mountain, after passing the first level, are not anxious to enter the second level, break through the layers of barriers, and enter the Holy Mountain.

Who would have thought that after Song Fengyu searched everywhere to no avail, he would go the other way and go down the mountain to look for clues.

This is an extremely rare practice in the long history of the secret clan.

So unexpected.

However, Song Fengyu did not forget the purpose of his trip. This mountain was like a maze, but he relied on his powerful spiritual consciousness and the sensitive sensitivity of the "Xinghuo Dian" of the Xinghuo spiritual root to memorize the location on the cliff on the top of the mountain like a boat seeking a sword. down.

Following that intermittent sense, he finally arrived at a position one hundred and one feet straight down from the peak.

Taking a step forward, you can see the thick clouds that make you unable to see your fingers.

But it was at this location surrounded by big trees and thick thorns that a very weak green light flickered in the clouds and mist like a candle in the wind.

Song Fengyu used his magic power and pushed out with a palm, causing the clouds and mist as heavy as mountains to remain motionless.

Hey, that’s interesting.

He looked stunned, but in fact he was very cautious.

You must know that this is 10% of his magic power. Even a mountain will be split in half, but the clouds and mist will not react at all.

The blue light was very much like the light emitted by the bluestone slabs laid on the eight mountain roads by the Mystical Tribe just after stepping into it.

Most likely, this is the way to the second level.

After so long, he has come to the conclusion that this mountain of clouds, mountains and fog is very strange and cannot be entered easily.

Also, the faint green light spread out within half a foot. If the road to the second level was really half a foot long, he would be able to successfully land on it even if he struggled to withstand some damage.

Just be afraid, because due to the spread of clouds and mist, the half-foot halo is just an illusion. How can you be sure of it?

The bluestone road hidden in the clouds and mist is extremely critical. Only by knowing its exact location can you successfully enter the second level.

"Open it for me."

A fiery red spiritual sword was held in his hand, and Song Fengyu slashed it in the air at the clouds and mist without hesitation.

A red sword thread jumped out from the tip of the sword, and flashed across the void from top to bottom, fell into the clouds, and was immediately submerged and disappeared.

"Click."

Just when it disappeared without a trace, the clouds and mist that were originally as still as still water produced a ripple and a shallow ripple.

Where the ripples were, a fiery red dot grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One breath is as big as a finger.

One and a half breaths, like a fiery fist.

One breath of eight is as big as a red bucket.

Nine breaths in one breath are as strong as a house.

In two breaths, he raised fire to burn the sky.

One of the two breaths, "Boom", was like a volcano erupting, and the clouds and mist in a radius of twenty feet were burned away before there was any time to react.

Suddenly, the overwhelming clouds and mist came from all directions like a tide. The volcano could not suppress the endless clouds and mist that came one after another. Even if the volcano disintegrated and exploded, it was useless. It was destroyed and flattened in just one-fifth of a breath and turned into nothingness.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!"

Song Fengyu's face was ashen, and sweat beads were dripping from the corners of his mouth. He stood blankly on the bluestone passage that was only one foot wide.

He looked at the terrifying clouds and mist above his head with lingering fear. It was too scary. If he jumped in alone, he would be skinned alive.

Fortunately, this passage was only ten feet away from the cliff where he was standing. He grabbed that precious one-fifth of a breath and was not shocked by the vastness of the clouds and mist. He fell on the bluestone road in great danger.

However, this one-fifth of a breath almost threw him into an abyss from which there was no return.

The moment he left Qingshan, a pressure of 5,000 times the weight suddenly came upon him, and at the same time, a huge force that wanted to tear him apart also came upon him without any warning.

Fortunately, he had made sufficient preparations, and his magic power was raised to the peak, and his life-long spiritual treasure "Hongyao" protected him from water.

But even so, he still suffered some minor injuries.

The arched passage with green light, the bluestone passage that stretched across the void as far as the eye could see, was temporarily safe.

A thought told him that although the injury was not serious, he could not go through the second level with a sick body.

The spiritual energy in the passage was non-existent, and Song Fengyu sat cross-legged under a pressure of nearly 1,000 times the weight.

It was a matter of life and death, and he had to recover as before before he could continue to move forward.