This is a palm-sized compass made of white jade, with some time scales appearing on it. At the same time, a layer of light curtain is also displayed, flashing with sixteen scarlet light spots. The positions are different. Each one represents a high-level cultivator or monster that has gathered nearby.
Suddenly, the white jade compass trembled and rotated rapidly a few times, and two more light spots were added to it. Watching the constantly increasing light spots, Zhang Ling and Huang Ying waited quietly.
Time passed quickly, and soon the two heard a series of 'clang clang clang' bell sounds. The sound seemed near and far, and was extremely deep and powerful. The direction it came from was in the thick white fog in front of them.
As the bell rang, the white fog also rolled.
Hearing the bell, Huang Ying immediately floated a layer of three-color spiritual light on her body and flew into the air.
"The treasure hunt has begun, let's go."
Huang Ying said to him, and then used her escape technique to fly into the fog. Zhang Ling naturally would not fall behind, and also flashed a blue light on his body and followed closely.
The two were very fast, and soon the scene in front of them suddenly became clear, and the surrounding fog completely dissipated. Looking as far as they could, they could see a strange mountain floating in the distant mid-air.
The mountain looked hundreds of feet high, but there was no vegetation on it. The whole body was gray-white but covered in a layer of five-color spiritual light. As the spiritual light flickered, bursts of bell sounds came.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling couldn't help but marvel. He didn't expect the source of the bell sound to be this mountain. As he approached the mountain, his divine sense moved slightly, and he couldn't help but look to one side.
He saw a green cloud drifting not far from them. There was a figure looming in it. This cloud of mist exuded a strong spiritual pressure, and the cultivator inside was also a Golden Core stage powerhouse.
Suddenly Zhang Ling turned his head to look in another direction. In a burst of soft chirping, a demon bird with black and gold feathers shot over. In the blink of an eye, it crossed a hundred feet.
With a flash of spiritual light in his eyes, Zhang Ling couldn't help but be shocked. The spiritual pressure on this monster had reached the seventh rank. Moreover, he recognized that this was not an ordinary demon bird, but a golden-winged bird.
It is said that this kind of demon bird has the bloodline of the true spirit Golden-Winged Roc in its body. It flies extremely fast. A golden-winged bird with seventh-rank strength, flying at full speed, would probably not be weaker than the escape light of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
At this moment, under Zhang Ling's divine sense exploration, there were far more than these two escape lights appearing around. At a glance, there were as many as thirty or more, including human cultivators, half-demons, and demons, all with extraordinary strength.
Their directions and purposes were the same, and they all stopped outside that mountain.
There were more than a dozen of these half-demons, and the number of high-level monsters was roughly the same. Only the human race cultivators, including him and Huang Ying, were only seven or eight people. If they encountered these guys in other places, they would only be able to retreat. Fortunately, the fight for the Hundred Spirits Pool is every man for himself.
What made Zhang Ling vigilant was that there were two seventh-rank monsters among them. One was the golden-winged bird he had just seen, and the other was a snow-white deer. This white deer was more than two feet tall, and the antlers on its head were dazzling and colorful, emitting a layer of colorful light, illuminating it as a whole.
When his divine sense came into contact with the colorful spiritual light on its body, he could feel a very gentle spiritual power. It could be seen that it was not an ordinary monster either.
Among the half-demons, there were three seventh-rank half-demons. One was a burly man exuding a crimson spiritual light. This person only wore a tiger skin skirt around his waist and was bare-chested. It could be seen that his hands and feet were covered with crimsonfluff, and the baleful aura emanating from his body was extremely strong.
There was also a bald fatty. This person was two zhang tall but had a round belly exposed. The overall look was like a meatball. He also held a zhang-long black fork in his hand, with a piece of charred meat stuck on it. The fatty seemed to chew it without caring.
The last seventh-rank half-demon was a twelve or thirteen-year-old blue-clothed girl. She looked most like a human, but her eyes were emerald green, and light spiritual patterns appeared on her forehead. The spiritual power emanating from her body was quite cold.
Among the human cultivators, there were also people who had reached the late stage of the Golden Core stage, a cultivator wrapped in a black robe whose gender could not be seen, and a skinny green-clothed old man.
Strangely, neither the human cultivators nor the half-demons fought each other. Even the dozen or so monsters each occupied a place, quietly waiting for something.
The monsters who came here were not weak in intelligence. They surrounded the hundred-zhang-high mountain and remained calm. However, everyone who came here knew that this was only temporary.
The strange balance made Zhang Ling frown. Two layers of protective shields had already appeared on his body to protect his whole body. At the same time, the flying sword in his hand emitted a low humming sound, ready to strike at any time.
Huang Ying next to him also watched all this with cold eyes. A layer of white spiritual light also appeared on this woman's body. She held a white jade lotus flower in her hand. It seemed to be her magic weapon.
However, this peaceful and depressing atmosphere did not last long, and was soon broken by a clear voice.
"The time has come. Cultivators and monsters who have not reached the range of a hundred miles of the Hundred Spirits Pool are disqualified. Now announce the treasures of this trial."
A deep and vigorous voice came from the stone mountain.
Then, the five-color spiritual light on the mountain flowed rapidly, and within a few breaths, it all gathered at the top of the mountain, turning into a very huge five-color light ball. Then the stone mountain shook violently. Seeing this, the surrounding cultivators and monsters retreated a distance to the outside.
After a rumbling sound, the entire stone mountain turned into a stone pillar a hundred zhang high and several miles wide. The bottom was directly inserted into the ground under his feet, like a pillar propping up the sky.
At the same time, countless large and small rubble surrounded the giant pillar and rotated. After a while, several huge stone steps extending to the top appeared on the outside of the stone pillar. Each step was a zhang high, and it seemed to be prepared for giants.
Zhang Ling swept his divine sense and found that there were a full nine stone steps. He was amazed that this method seemed to be transformed by a formation. But in a short period of time, the entire mountain had changed, which could be called moving mountains and filling seas.
At this time, the giant light ball brushed and brushed and split, turning into a full ten small light groups and falling on the top surface of the entire stone pillar. Then the five-color spiritual light above turned into a single color, and each light group was wrapped with an item.
Then the voice sounded again.
"Fish scale wood, ancient treasure Ice Jade Sword, Purple Yang Pill, ancient Fire Crow Jade Talisman..."
This somewhat mechanical voice directly said the treasures in the light group, and all ten treasures were of high quality.
Looking at these treasures, everyone's hearts became hot.
Fish scale wood is the top-grade material for refining defensive magic weapons, and Purple Yang Pill is even a fifth-grade spirit pill that can restore damage to the soul and is difficult to find outside. There are even ancient treasures, and jade talismans are not ordinary treasures either.
