Chapter 1271: Between a thousand blades

Probably it was often upside down, the soil could not adhere to the mountain peaks, and there was no vegetation cover, and it was baptized by strong winds over the years.
These "stalagmites" hanging from the Qianbfeng Peak are really smooth as a mirror, even as smooth as a layer of grease.
But this can't trouble Meng Chao and Ice Storm.
After all, it is not a real mirror.
Even the tiny crevices that were invisible to the naked eye, were pinched by Meng Chao and Ice Storm, and they were as firm as a few climbing spikes.
What's more, Meng Chao discovered that many stalagmites are parallel to each other, which is not like a naturally formed dent.
It just makes him comfortable to put his fingers or toes in, forming a simple "ladder".
Ice Storm told Meng Chao that these were all traces of exploration left by the Holy Light army three thousand years ago.
At that time, the Holy Light Army was filled with marks in almost every corner of the Turan Sacred Mountain, and left a lot of equipment and supplies convenient for them to enter next time, sealed and hidden with 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 marks and supply locations are located on the only way to the top of the holy mountain.
In the following three thousand years, nature was destroyed by Turan orcs, either intentionally or unintentionally.
In the case of Qianbianfeng, although theoretically, when the space changes, you can see the Scarlet Mountain peak directly leading to the top of the sacred mountain.
But in fact, it can't make it through.
Therefore, neither the holy light people 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.
These marks and facilities left by the explorers three thousand years ago have been fortunately preserved to this day, facilitating the advancement of Meng Chao and Ice Storm.
They are climbing in the jungle like gibbons.
Less than a hundred meters below is the ground, and there is no fear of heights for fear of falling to pieces.
The two of you chased me, and went head-to-head, and soon approached the center of Qianbian Peak, the thickest and steepest stalagmite.
The thicker the stalagmite, the less obvious the curvature of the surface. Meng Chao can jump over and barely hold it, but then it will be difficult to accurately grasp the direction and the limit to exert force.
What's more, according to the description of the ice storm, it seems that it will not appear until Qianbianfeng is turned over again, and the hanging "stalagmites" in front of them become mountain peaks again, before the space gap leading to Scarlet Mountain peaks will appear.
As they are now, they are both like gibbons and clinging to stalagmites like geckos. If they encounter the entire suspended mountain range turning over 180 degrees in mid-air, it seems that it will be difficult to cope with unpredictability. Changed.
Ice Storm made a gesture to make Meng Chao feel safe.
She was slowly groping on several stalagmites nearby.
Every dent that looks the same is as careful as reading Braille.
Soon, the third stalagmite in the southeast was locked.
Meng Chao went over to observe carefully and found that there was a palm-sized, faint pentagram mark on the top of this stalagmite.
Perhaps three thousand years ago, this mark was deeply imprinted with a sword.
However, three thousand years of time can erase a lot of things.
Until now, if there weren't an insider like Ice Storm leading the way, even if a hundred Meng Chao dig three feet at the same time, it would be difficult to find this special stalagmite.
Next, Ice Storm bit his fingertips and squeezed out a drop of crystal clear blood.
Accompanied by the curse of Jie's teeth, a creamy flame gushed out of her palm.
She curled her fingers gently, letting the drop of blood fall into the flames.
Rather than being evaporated by the flame, the blood was attached with a sacred light, like a small white bead, whirling around above the flame.
Ice Storm patiently burned the blood for more than a minute, then took the blood back to the fingertips, carefully examined it for a long time, and sniffed carefully under the nose for a while, then gently smeared the pentagram.
"This is a purification ritual."
Ice Storm explained to Meng Chao, "I have purified this drop of blood from the power of the Turan Orcs. Now, the seal of the Holy Light will mistakenly believe that this is a drop of blood that originated entirely from the Holy Light Human Race. ."
As soon as the voice fell, the stalagmite quivered slightly.
The Ice Storm clearly only squeezed out a drop of blood, but the Pentagram turned bright red in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the red flames turned into gold and white again, as if they had just been painted with the noon sun as the paint.
However, with such a dazzling brilliance, only a flash, the pentagram returned to its original state.
On the side of the stalagmite, there was a gap quietly that could just accommodate one person squeezing past.
The ice storm squeezed in first.
And helped Meng Chao take over the ancient dream saint.
Meng Chao was the last one 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 curled up and hide.
Meng Chao was amazed.
I don't know if the Holy Light Army 3,000 years ago really excavated such a small space inside this stalagmite, and then figured out a way to use illusion to disguise it from the outside.
Still cast some mysterious space magic.
In any case, three thousand years later, the magic of the past can still work.
The depth of the Holy Light camp is evident.
No wonder the iron torrent from the Dragon City in the previous life, no matter how it hits, failed to break down the last line of defense of the Holy Light camp.
Without waiting for Meng Chao's sigh, a roar resembling a galloping horse rang out again outside the gap.
He looked out along the winding cracks, only to see the clouds and mist sweeping like a wave, as if the whole world was revolving around them.
Of course, combined with everything you saw before, it is more likely that the world is not moving, but the Qianbfeng Peak where they are located is spinning at high speed and upside down like a top.
Meng Chao secretly rejoiced.
If it didn't get into this gap in time, it would cling to the stalagmites outside.
No matter how hard his fingers and toes are, they will be thrown away by the huge centrifugal force, and they will be teleported to somewhere.
And staying here, there is not only no risk of being thrown into the turbulence of space, nor even the slightest sense of dizziness as it is spinning at high speed.
It seems that this is indeed a small space independent of Qian Renfeng.
It's not just as simple as digging a hole in Qianblade Peak.
The mist gradually dissipated.
Heaven, earth and mountains stabilized again.
But this time, the galloping roar did not come to an end, it just became a little faint—from deafening, it almost knocked the human heart out of the mouth, and weakened it to the point where it could just knock out the throat.
It is difficult to turn around in a narrow cave.
Meng Chao was the last to squeeze in, and naturally the first to squeeze out.
Sure enough, Qianbianfeng turned upside down again, and the group of stalagmites with interlaced fangs turned into swords, spears and swords piercing high into the sky again.
However, Meng Chao discovered that after several spatial changes, the Qianbian Peak flew higher and higher.
When I first saw Qianrenfeng, the distance between the bottom of the suspended mountain range and the ground was about seven or eight hundred meters.
With the "extraordinary vision" activated, he can still see the outline of the mountain clearly.
I believe that the ground conditions can be roughly seen from the peaks.
But now, I can only see the undulating sea of ​​clouds, and the tip of the iceberg of other floating mountains that occasionally exposes the sea of ​​clouds.
And when you look up, there are very few floating mountains that can be higher than Qian Renfeng.
Surrounded by Lu Siya, Meng Chao, who is almost half a "sensitive person", is very sensitive to changes in temperature and air pressure.
Taking a deep breath, analyzing the difficulty of breathing and the amount of oxygen in the air, he knew that he had reached an altitude of at least three kilometers or even higher.
A roar like a galloping horse continued to come from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.
Meng Chao knew very well that even his apex powerhouse, who condensed psychic energy on his eardrums, still couldn't stop the continuous roar, and continued to bombard the central nervous system like a hammer.
Such a sound is definitely not something ordinary gale can make.
Only the storm mingled with spiritual energy possesses this power that makes the transcendents creepy.
The ice storm is right, jumping into such a sea of ​​clouds from an altitude of more than three kilometers above sea level, it is really dead!
Ice storm also came here for the first time in the real world.
Although in the memory crystal copy, I have experienced the thrills of Qianbianfeng many times.
But that is the memory of others after all.
Moreover, after three thousand years of years have passed, coupled with multiple copies, the information in the memorized crystal copy will not continue to be lost, broken, or lost.
Make a nightmare that life is worse than death, but will not truly die.
Harmony dances in the sky above with just a spider silk, which are obviously two concepts.
"Here is the place where the celebrity soldier 3,000 years ago stumbled and fell to the cliff. You see, here are the traces of the two pitons that he dropped to fix the rope, although the top of the rock and the rope don’t know where it went. , But the remaining holes are enough for you to stick 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 with difficulty, and reminded again, "It's just that you have personally experienced the horror of Qianbianfeng, are you sure you still want to jump from here?
"Let’s say it first, madness has its limits. No matter how much I desire to get the inheritance of the holy mountain and return to the land of holy light for revenge, I will not jump down—this has nothing to do with courage or ambition, but I know very well, Where is your limit, I advise you to consider it carefully!"
"I know."
Meng Chao suddenly hit the rock with a punch.
A punch that looked like an understatement, but under the agitation of psychic energy, it contained the destructive power of a flash flood.
Suddenly a piece of smooth, mirror-like mountain rock blasted out the criss-crossing cobweb gaps.