Throwing a broken sword on the ground, Cheng Lin dusted off his clothes, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He stood at the last step of the stone steps, the cool breeze blowing from the sea passed through the thick fog and blew on his face, and the mottled and hazy sunlight illuminated the entire mountain peak into a dreamy color.
"Finally defeated it."
Yu Fu, who was behind him, was holding a strange mallet and said.
He was panting from exhaustion. Next to him, the great swordsman sat on the ground with a pale face. A copper sword was inserted into the stone crevice of the steps, making a clicking sound.
Next to it is the mechanical puppet that has been silent from beginning to end. It still stands upright, and there is a layer of silver light on the ground under its feet that is quickly dissipating.
"This is the most difficult boss I have ever fought, and the longest lasting dungeon."
Cheng Lin exhaled and said in a gust of mountain wind.
…
seven days.
A full seven days.
Cheng Lin really didn't expect that the stairs leading to the mountain gate would be so difficult to climb.
The higher you go, the more powerful the fighting spirits appear.
From the low level to the intermediate level, the combat power of the fighting spirit also rises from pseudo-first-grade, pseudo-second-grade, pseudo-third-grade, pseudo-fourth-grade, pseudo-fake fifth-grade and even pseudo-six-grade.
These war spirits came from different sects during their lifetimes, and may even have been enemies that caused each other's death.
However, after death, they turned into unconscious fighting souls, and began to "share the same enemy" and launched an attack on all intelligent life that entered their range.
Cheng Lin and his party felt relaxed at first, but the further they went, the more difficult it became.
The attacks of these fighting spirits are all at the mental level, so they are extremely troublesome.
The sword energy of the great swordsman should indeed be an elemental attack, which is effective against fighting spirits, but after all, it is not a targeted attack, so it is very rare for each sword to exert 40 to 50% of its effect.
The five-core puppet has an advantage. It has no intelligence, so almost all the attacks from the fighting spirit on it will be missed. In other words, the puppet will not be injured when fighting against the fighting spirit.
But the problem is that the main attack method of the puppet is still physical attack, with at most a little erosion effect of the holy light element, so its combat power can only display a pitiful 20 to 30%.
Cheng Lin mainly relies on mental storm and consumes his own spiritual energy to attack.
He was unable to absorb the spiritual energy of the fairy island during the deduction, but he could use the spiritual stones in the initial space to recover.
Although Spiritual Storm is only a second-grade ability, since it attacks the soul, its effect is not weak.
As for Yu Fu... emmm
In short, Yu Fuli was able to cause some damage using some strange spiritual weapons he picked up.
Fortunately, these war spirits are not intelligent and have a fixed range of activities, so they will not chase and kill them.
So for the past seven days, a few people have been grinding little by little, grinding down those hard-to-gnaw bones, and finally reached the top.
Let’s just say that the fighting spirit at the top of the steps was worn away by force for nearly a day.
It felt to Cheng Lin like he was playing a copy of a game.
He had the experience of staying up late playing dungeons before, but... this was the first time he had played for seven consecutive days.
"From a certain point of view, excluding those acceleration times, this will be the first time that I have stayed in a simulation for so long."
Cheng Lin sighed and sighed in his heart.
…
"Boss? Copy?"
Yu Fu and the great swordsman looked at each other, wondering what the two unfamiliar words in Cheng Lin's mouth meant.
However, in the past seven days, they had become accustomed to Cheng Lin's strange words from time to time.
"It's a pity that they didn't really die. After being nurtured by spiritual energy, they will reappear sooner or later." Yu Fu fell down on the steps, looked at the gap on the ground, and said.
Some of the weak fighting spirits in front of the steps were either scattered by them, or beaten to death, and then were collected by Cheng Lin with a hundred thousand soul flags.
Speaking of which, this flag has been restored to about 50% by Yu Fu. The two-dimensional space inside is more complete, and the number of souls that can be stored has also been increased. It is full along the way.
As for those intermediate-level fighting spirits, they are rarely killed or captured alive. Basically, the fighting spirits will escape before being killed, and they will go underground and never be found again.
Cheng Lin was quite puzzled when he saw this situation at first. He thought to himself that this fighting spirit was not without wisdom, but he was still afraid of death...
Therefore, in the end, many fighting spirits were simply disabled by them, and then they hid underground and did not dare to come out.
has not been eliminated.
"It doesn't matter, they have been seriously injured. It will be impossible for them to recover within a year and a half, and it will not affect us." The great swordsman said firmly.
Cheng Lin didn't really care about this and just looked at the sky.
The clouds and fog on the entire Fairy Island had become dense again a few days ago.
According to Yu Fu, this fog is part of the Fairy Island Formation, which can hide the island. It will only disperse for one day every year, and then it will cover it again.
At this time, there were dense clouds and mist in the sky, just like what I had seen before. On the day when He Xianren ascended, the sea around the island was already surrounded by white clouds and mist, which gave it a fairyland feel.
"Let's go, I hope the front can be clearer."
Cheng Lin looked away and said.
Yu Fu and the great swordsman stood up, nodded, and looked expectantly at the old and dilapidated buildings in the square.
This is the old site of Wuzongxianmen.
The group of people walked on this wide and huge platform, under their feet were broken stone tiles that had been bombarded long ago, and there were huge craters on the square. These were all the wounds left by the war.
The broken floor looked like a spider web, and the upturned floor tiles made a clicking sound when stepped on, and would break with a little force.
There are still a lot of weeds in those pits, and there are a few small light yellow flowers growing in the grass. There is an air of desolation and decadence everywhere.
"Is this the site of a great war hundreds of years ago?"
The great swordsman walked with emotion in his heart.
My eyes saw a tall building in front of me that was cut off by my waist.
Yes, even if the building has collapsed long ago, it can be seen that it was cut off by some powerful force.
Half of it was lying on the ground, broken into pieces, and the rest was covered with ancient traces of fire, wind and rain.
Broken walls and ruins.
It's really in ruins.
The entire building complex should have been quite spectacular, but now it was just a mere shelf.
When I looked at it from a distance, I thought it was beautiful, but when I got closer, I realized that it was completely in ruins.
The tall buildings were all demolished, leaving almost no intact building.
In the huge square, in addition to bricks and wooden beams, there are also scattered broken magical instruments and white human bones.
It looked extremely desolate.
Occasionally when they approached, a fighting spirit would emerge from the cracks in the ground next to the skeleton.
At this time, Cheng Lin and the others would take a few steps back to avoid it, and then the fighting spirit would disperse automatically.
"Clang."
Suddenly, the five-core puppet kicked something while walking around.
Cheng Lin looked over and was surprised to find that it was a bronze plaque about one meter long.
[You picked up a broken plaque]
Without any more explanation, Cheng Lin squatted down and brushed off the dust on the surface of the plaque, and found several strange symbols written on it.
It is probably the writing of that era.
Yu Fu came over, took a look, and read out: "Sutra-Tiding Pavilion."
"Is this where the scriptures are stored?"
Cheng Lin's eyes lit up and he was a little ready to make a move, but when he walked into this dilapidated, cracked, and crumbling open-air building, he regretfully found that there were only scattered, rotten and broken bamboo slips on the ground.
"These are all bamboo slips that record scriptures. Unfortunately, they were destroyed long ago in this environment. Even if there are some complete ones, they cannot be connected into sentences. Moreover, the precious Dharma methods are all dictated and cannot be recorded here.
"Yu Fu shook his head, sighed and said.
[You picked up a worthless piece of Tibetan Scripture Pavilion]
Even the program says so...
Cheng Lin could only give up.
"There is also a plaque here, which seems to be the alchemy room, and there are some scattered pills."
The great swordsman over there suddenly said.
Yu Fu's eyes lit up and he hurried over and saw a few small, black, irregular pills in the hands of the great swordsman.
There is also a broken porcelain bottle on the ground, and many black pills are scattered next to the porcelain bottle.
"What kind of medicine is it?"
Cheng Lin asked curiously.
"Let's see, such a small pill? It's rare. Most pills are not refined into such a small size, and the shape is weird..."
Yu Fu came over, sniffed it with his eyes closed and sniffed it very professionally, then picked up another piece and gently scraped off a layer with his nails, then carefully put it on the tip of his tongue and tasted it.
It seems to be distinguishing its category.
Cheng Lin and the great swordsman both nodded.
Xin said that he was indeed the chief royal alchemist of the empire and the pharmacist who made elixirs for the emperor. He was a professional.
Just a moment later, Yu Fu opened his eyes suddenly, and his face instantly turned dark and purple.
The great swordsman was shocked: "What's wrong with you? Is this pill poisonous?"
Yu Fu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "This... this is not a pill at all!"
"What is that?"
"Rat shit."
Great Sword Master: "..."
Cheng Lin: "..."
[You picked up a worthless alchemy room]
Cheng Lin withdrew his gaze, completely giving up on this place.
It seems that this place is really just a useless ruin, with no treasure left behind. It is also true that if it were really a treasure, it would have been robbed back and forth in the war. How could it be left quietly in the building?
Besides, the building had collapsed long ago.
…
"Let's move forward." Cheng Lin suggested.
The great swordsman and the slumped-looking Yu Fu nodded.
Several people bypassed the fighting spirits in the square and continued to move forward.
After passing through this ruins, we entered the back mountain.
"The architectural rules of this mountain gate are similar to those of ordinary courtyards. The so-called back mountain is equivalent to the backyard of the house. It is the true resting place and the most valuable place."
Yu Fu explained.
Several people got excited again.
As expected, the road leading to the back mountain was filled with human bones, magic weapons and war spirits.
They took a careful detour and did not fight with the fighting spirits.
It took some trouble, but we finally arrived at the back mountain successfully.
The scenery in the back mountain is extremely beautiful.
And filled with clouds and mist.
This is where the pillar of clouds and mist that Cheng Lin saw before was located.
When the three people came to the back mountain, they saw a lake as clear as jade through the fog.
The lake is small and surrounded by mountain peaks.
Surprisingly, there are almost no human bones here, and there are very few traces of battles.
This surprised several people.
"Look! The center of the lake!"
Suddenly, the great swordsman shouted.
Cheng Lin and Yu Fu looked over after hearing this, and then their hearts moved.
There is a small lake island in the center of the lake. On the island, within the rich white clouds, there is a round, white, and huge stone, which exudes an indescribable fairy spirit.
"This...could it be the legendary fairy stone with a talisman hidden in it?" Yu Fu exclaimed.
Cheng Lin just raised his eyebrows quietly.
[Congratulations on completing the task (4)]
[Mission (Part 5): You arrived at the place where the cloud pillar rose and found the legendary stone that fell from the sky. You decided to activate it and talk to the existence inside it]