Xi Sheng did not dare to persuade him, because they knew that the outsider in front of them was actually just like the bird-riding monk, he was not easy to mess with. In essence, there was no fundamental difference.
They just kept silent and felt unwilling to do so; of course they, the indigenous gods and goddesses, could not understand the natural principles with what they talked about. They were more likely to use some means to manipulate people's hearts and maintain the rule of the matriarchal society on Blue Island.
But even so, they have been exposed to these Shinto things for a long time, and they have a set of tools for measuring witchcraft that are more effective. They can be sure that if someone enters the Holy Mountain, it is definitely inappropriate, but what is wrong, this is beyond
their abilities.
Hou Zi shook his head, "Well, I'll go in and take a look, but I don't dare to say how far I can go. Besides, maybe people are just curious?"
He is not out of kindness, nor does he have a strong sense of justice, but his current state of understanding has made him gain little. Since staying here has lost its meaning, why not try other methods?
Maybe, this is God's will?
The two saints still stayed here to preside over the sacrifices, while someone else led him to climb to the West Holy Mountain. On the ground, this was no different from normal mountain climbing.
The two sacred mountains of Landao are not high, each measuring more than 500 feet, with no grass growing on them. The sinkhole is on the hillside of the West Sacred Mountain, and its height is even lower.
Someone was leading the way, and the path was familiar. Soon we arrived in front of the so-called sinkhole. When Hou Zi looked forward, he couldn't help but feel a little headache.
The pit is nearly a hundred feet in diameter and its depth cannot yet be determined. From the outside, it looks like a giant mine pit common on the mainland. The walls of the pit are very steep and not easy to climb.
After losing the ability to fly, the best way is actually to ride a bird down, but Thunder Falcon doesn't know where he has gone now, and he is also worried that if he really asks this guy for help, he will be thrown in again.
.
An unreliable companion.
He decided to climb down by himself and was not too worried about whether he would encounter danger. After everyone lost their mana, his self-confidence was even stronger than when he had mana.
Because his sword holding posture is not affected.
This is a nearly vertical steep wall. For ordinary people, it is impossible to go down without a rope; but the monk's body is so strong that any finger can lift the entire weight of the body, so it is not strenuous.
There are two swords on his waist, one long and one short, which can provide him with support at any time. In this state, the so-called cliff is nothing.
Because there was fog under the sinkhole and he couldn't see clearly, he didn't know when he would reach the end, so he had to do what he could.
After only ten feet down, he felt his body feel heavy. This was the gravity barrier naturally formed inside Yuanci Mountain, and it was also a measure for him to judge how deep he could go down.
If it's too heavy, he doesn't intend to go all the way to darkness.
The cliff was not smooth and had many pits, which was conducive to his climbing. It was easier than imagined. After descending nearly a hundred feet, his body weight doubled, which was completely within his ability. Of course, if he was an ordinary person,
As a human being, I'm afraid it would be unsustainable.
The so-called Saintess of the West is carrying a mountain on her back, but it is an exaggeration. For a mortal to carry something as heavy as his own body to climb, of course it is a mountain, and it is completely different from the physical strength of a monk.
The body disappeared into the thick fog, and the people above could no longer see clearly, but Hou Zi's vision was still clear. This was the reason why he had been practicing his vision for a long time. The skill of "eye purple" is still very useful even in the Tongtian realm.
After two hundred feet, the steep wall suddenly began to tighten, and it should be bottoming out. This was in line with his judgment, because this depth was basically level with the ground outside, and no matter how deep the sinkhole was, it would not really reach the bottom.
Go down.
After dropping another few dozen feet, the terrain became gentle. Although there were still ups and downs, it was no longer downward.
No living thing was seen during the whole process, whether it was a large beast or an insect, there was no room for survival under the strong magnetic force.
The visibility at the bottom of the pit was very low, and there were many raised rock obstacles. His body weight had reached three times the normal level. Fortunately, the area was not large. After turning around, Hou Zi quickly made a discovery.
It cannot be said to be a tunnel, it should be regarded as a rock gap. People cannot stand and walk, so they can only crawl forward. A stronger magnetic force came from the gap, letting him know that this was probably not a dead gap, but leading to a certain place.
place.
Curiosity aroused, I held a short blade in my hand and got in.
This is not his style, but in this situation, there seems to be no other choice.
Crawling inside, like a snake, he remains alert at all times, placing the short blade in his hand at the most advantageous position. His experience of wielding a sword in the soul realm for more than 20 years allows him to fight in this state where everyone can only get up close.
The environment is full of confidence.
After crawling like this for less than a moment, the front became clearer and he was gradually able to stand up straight from his crawling state.
After walking another ten feet or so, a stream of colorful lights appeared in front of me, getting brighter and brighter, extremely dazzling.
I closed my eyes for a while to adjust to the intensity of the light, and when I opened them again I had already squinted my eyes. Here, the intensity of the light is constantly changing, sometimes very bright, sometimes dim, just like the sending and receiving of thunder...
But he knew it wasn't quite Thunder.
The flashing position is still some distance away, but on the wall of the cave not far away, there are three figures sitting cross-legged, like Buddhist niches carved on the cliff, with a faint flash of light emitting from the top of their heads.
One of them was the Taoist he saw above Blue Island.
The three of them obviously noticed that an outsider had come in. Two of them remained silent and remained the same. Only the Taoist he met opened his eyes.
"Guomen Taiyi has no reply. I wonder why your friends are here?"
Such a scene made Hou Zi realize that these three people were probably Guomen monks, and this was probably a base for their practice.
Guomen, a large country in the southeast, Taoist Taiyi, is also a rare thunder cultivator sect in Jinxiu continent; so it is not surprising that they appear here. Although Jinxiu is big, it cannot resist the endless exploration of practitioners. It is said that he is the only one on Blue Island.
Hou Zi knew that if others knew nothing, they would underestimate the world's heroes.
Since he is good at thunder, then of course the thunder space in Splendid Continent is indispensable for monks from this sect. Even he knows that he comes here to find opportunities. Is there any reason why these lightning strikers who specialize in thunder don't know?
The three people are all in the natural state, and the exercises they practice are also very similar. Their heads glow and there are subtle thunders surrounding their bodies.
He bowed his head slightly and said, "I'm just being presumptuous. Yanmen Quanzhen is waiting for you. I didn't intend to come here. Please forgive me for disturbing you."
Qu Wu replied with a smile, "It is fate that we are here. This is not my private land in Guomen. Those who are destined can enjoy it for themselves."
