Chapter 214: Treasure Hunting on the Top of the Mountain (Part II)

The wind outside became more and more intense, and a trace of wind poured in from the exit, and even a few of them floated in front of everyone, brushing on their faces, as if they had been burned by a red-hot wire.

Everyone is very experienced, and they know that the more this is the case, the more it means that the trend is about to pass. It's already dark outside, and there is often a break before dawn every day.

Therefore, everyone was eager to try, and the patriarch of the tribe was whispering to his warriors about the plan, which was nothing more than "you are not allowed to shoot if you don't see the baby", "you must be fierce and don't leave a living mouth" and so on.

Gradually, the sound of the wind in his ears became quieter, and finally there was silence between heaven and earth, and in the tunnel, only the heavy breathing of the warriors of all races due to nervousness was the sound of it.

"Let's go!"

I don't know who wanted to shout, and everyone rushed up.

In this atmosphere, I know that rushing out in advance may not be the best harvest, but the big guy still can't help but want to rush out early. The exit was so narrow that it suddenly became crowded. The loose alliance played a role, and the people of these dozen tribes immediately divided into four groups and fought chaotically.

Seven or eight corpses were left at the exit, and everyone rushed out.

After coming out, all the people had no intention of revenge and reckoning, and climbed to the top of the mountain with their hands and feet.

Eagle Point Mountain is definitely a high mountain in this world. After tens of thousands of years of erosion, it is only 2,000 zhang high, and in the eyes of Wu Luo, it can only be regarded as a slightly higher hillside. But in this world, compared with other peaks that have been eroded into "steamed buns" by the Gangfeng, they definitely stand out from the crowd.

And on the top of Eagle Point Mountain, there is still an abrupt spire.

On the way here, Ji Jiuzhong explained to Wu Luo the origin of the name of Eagle Point Mountain.

The mountain is somewhat shaped like an eagle, with one side protruding outwards to resemble an eagle's beak. However, on the "eagle's head", there is an abrupt spire, like a single horn, so it is called Eagle Horn Mountain.

The mountain has been eroded by tens of thousands of years of wind erosion and has become extremely steep, but there are many stone crevices. For these athletic tribal warriors, climbing such a mountain was a breeze.

They only had half an hour, and when the time came, whether they found the treasure or not, they had to go back to the ground immediately, so everyone worked hard and climbed up as fast as they could.

At a height of two thousand zhang, even these warriors took a while to get up, and there was really not much time left for them.

Thankfully, Eagle Point didn't disappoint them. The first warrior to reach the top of the mountain swept his eyes and found a flash of spiritual light on the top of the mountain.

"Where!"

The warriors swarmed over, only to see a faint silver glow peeking through a narrow crack in the stone. This crack in the stone is supposed to have been eroded by the wind recently, and the light of the hidden treasure inside can be revealed.

"Ahh

"Do it!"

With a loud shout, the scene suddenly became uncontrollable. The sound of weapons colliding, the sound of black light whistling, the dull sound of weapons piercing **, the hoarse roar, and the screams of dying completely broke the silence of the night.

It was only at this time that Wu Luo slowly climbed up.

On the top of the mountain, more than a dozen corpses have been left.

Ji Longtao had already pulled out his magic weapon, and the red light shrouded him, gathering the warriors of the Ji tribe in one place, besieging the city in a circle, resisting the attack of a large tribe outside.

In such a short period of time, there were only six people left around Ji Longtao, and the remaining three didn't know which corpse it was on the ground.

The red light in his hand flickered incessantly, but the opponent was really strong, the patriarch was wearing a ring on his hand, and the ring emitted a brilliant blue light, and the light sometimes turned into a shield, and sometimes condensed into a beam of attack. Ji Longtao, who was suppressed, could not move.

"Help, sir. Ji Longtao shouted at him, and Wu Luo noticed that there was a stone crack under Ji Longtao's feet, and in the stone crack, a spiritual light loomed.

He looked around, and the five tribes that were holding on to the spot turned out to be occupying a stone crevice, and there was a spiritual light shining out from the stone crevice. Ji Longtao was surprised and delighted: "My lord, the treasure of Eagle Horn Mountain is huge this time, come and help me!"

Wu Luo sneered in his heart: I want to see what kind of calculation you are playing.

He stepped forward, and without using any other force, the black light was activated, and a thick layer of light instantly covered his right arm. As soon as the arm was raised, a ball of black light blasted out.

Among the people besieging the Ji tribe, there was a fierce warrior covered with scars, grinning and revealing a disdainful sneer, only to climb up at this time, and dare to make a move!

He stepped forward and roared, and his entire upper body was enveloped in black light. casually pulled out a throwing axe from his waist and threw it towards Wu Luo with a whoosh.

Then he lifted the mace in his hand, wanting to block Wu Luo's black light ball.

"Boom!"

The ball of black light exploded, and a black light shot up into the sky, and the scars on the fierce warrior's body were all torn apart with a snap, and he was drenched in blood, and flew out far away, falling off the top of the mountain.

At a height of 2,000 zhang, these warriors can't fly, and if they fall, they will die.

The besieging crowd was also taken aback, they didn't expect this inconspicuous guy to be so powerful. With a single move, he defeated the first warrior of the tribe, who had always been known for his bravery. The patriarch of the tribe had a solemn face, and ordered his subordinates to continue to surround the people of the Ji tribe, and he himself greeted Wu Luo.

Wu Luo seemed a little careless, his Yuan Soul had already been released, and he threw it into the rock formation at the peak, and easily discovered that under the thin layer of rock crust on the peak, there were at least thirty magic weapons.

But he sighed in his heart: There is one word that describes the feeling that these magic weapons give people: the twilight years of heroes.

After tens of thousands of years, they have been imprisoned here, without spiritual power supplement, although they were once high, sought after, and cherished by their masters, but now, even if they are strong, they are already at the end of the strong crossbow, which is quite embarrassing.

In the twilight of the hero, watching the younger generations rise one after another, thinking about his former glory, although he was infinitely unwilling in his heart, he could only silently accept the cruel reality.

Wu Luo Yuan's soul swept away, and he knew it in his heart. As for the opponent who rushed towards him, he really didn't pay attention to it at all, but looked at a rock sharp corner that suddenly appeared on the top of the peak with some doubts.

This is the so-called "Eagle Horn".

The entire top of the mountain is about 100 zhang square, and the diameter of the root of this eagle horn is about 1 zhang. However, it is three feet high. Wu Luo could see that this eagle horn was actually the top of the mountain that the wind was constantly eroding and the other rocks were all peeling off, and only this part was preserved without the influence of the wind to form such a result.

But why is this "eagle's horn" the only one unaffected?

The reason why Wu Luo noticed this eagle horn was actually because he swept away the Yuan Soul just now, but he couldn't see through it. It seemed that a force was protecting this eagle horn, blocking Wu Luo's divine consciousness from the outside.

"Huh!"

A blue light sword shot out, Wu Luo stared at the eagle horn, his eyes didn't turn a moment, his right hand was raised, the black light was shrouded, and the indestructible blue light was grabbed by him in his hand.

"Zheng!" There was a crisp sound, and the blue light burst violently, making a sound similar to that of a sword!

Wu Luo sighed, and then withdrew his attention and looked at the opponent in front of him—in fact, at the ring in his hand.

The shape of the ring is simple, and Wu Luo's divine sense swept it, and he could see the layers of exquisite formations inside, giving him a feeling of being as deep as the sea.

He admired in his heart, the ancient period was indeed a golden age, and these treasures left behind were extraordinary!

The blue light was caught by him, and the ring was obviously unwilling, and struggled to make the sound of the sword ringing, which was a battle for its own dignity.

It's a pity that in front of Wu Luo, a junior, the hero is late, and its counterattack seems so weak.

What Wu Luo respects in his heart is actually the golden age of the flood famine. He looked at the ring with some pity, but his hand was not weak, and he snapped his five fingers violently, and the magic power burst out, and the black light rose sharply, and it was wrapped around the ring along the blue light.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the ring shattered. The tribal chief's finger was also a mass of minced meat.

The general died in front of the battle, but he also died well!

"Ahh He roared in rage: "Kill him, kill him for me!"

The warriors of the clan rushed forward without fear of death.

The pressure on Ji Longtao's side was greatly reduced, he did not hesitate, the red light in his hand was charged for a moment, and he stabbed it towards the ground.

"Boom!"

The red light penetrated through the crack in the stone, and there was a terrible collision with the spiritual light in the crack in the stone. The strong explosive force exploded a gully three zhang long and half a zhang wide on the top of the mountain, and a silver spiritual light rose into the sky.

Ji Longtao shouted: "Catch it......"

The silver aura was so weak that it flew in the air for a moment before it had to fall and turn into a small silver shuttle.

It's a pity that the silver shuttle happened to fall next to other tribes, and some people put it away without hard work, and laughed and mocked them: "Thank you for the generous gift of the great patriarch Ji, let's laugh, hahaha!"

Ji Longtao's face was pale, but the strength of that wave of people was too strong, there were already two treasures, and now there was this silver shuttle, he dared not speak out.

was sulking, but Ji Jiuzhong was happy: "Patriarch, look ......"

In the ravine that was blown up, two more spiritual lights faintly revealed! Ji Longtao was overjoyed: "Dig quickly!" This time he didn't dare to act rashly, and used the treasure in his hand to blow up the crack in the stone.

The soldiers of the Ji tribe immediately dug up with the weapons in their hands, and at this time they didn't care about the hard rocks and injured their weapons. ro！~！