Zhang Yan spent the next few days wandering around Xuanshi Mountain. In addition to going up the mountain once during the day, he also used his senses at high altitude to explore the tentacles in the mountain at night.
After experiencing death several times in the past, the attitude of the demon clan and the spirit clan towards this black stone mountain has become more important.
The demon clan has mobilized almost half of the forces of Xiyuan County here. But they are not in a hurry to climb the mountain, but are stationed there. I wonder if they have gone to find Baronka again to find a way. Anyway, there is no action for the time being.
The spirit race is interesting. They are also thinking of ways, but they want to use the method of possession to control the demon race or the human race to climb mountains. But the results of this method of deceiving others can be imagined.
Zhang Yan sees everything. In his opinion, it won't be long before the demon tribe starts trying to climb mountains during the day. They are different from the spirit tribe. They choose to climb up at night just to avoid being watched by the humans. If
If they hit a wall at night and have no solution, it will be inevitable to try during the day. There should be new changes by then.
As for the Eldar, they should follow suit by then. But most ghosts will be excluded.
Sure enough, after a few days, the situation unfolded as Zhang Yan had guessed. The demon tribe was really alive after sending a few spies who dared to climb the mountain during the day, and after a hasty walk around the foot of the mountain and the mountainside.
came back!
This news immediately caused a stir in the demon camp that had been silent for several days. They immediately sent nearly a hundred demons up the mountain in batches from few to large, and finally all returned safely.
Of course, you must eat that strange fruit that can envelop life.
But as for the harvest, there is nothing more than bringing down some black stone fragments. As for why the demon clan in front are missing, I have no clue at all.
The Spirit Tribe who followed up behind them felt the same as the Demon Tribe. They felt that they had suffered such a huge loss and thought they would make a big discovery, but the fact made them feel like they had stolen a chicken but lost a lot of rice, and they were panicked by the loss.
Is it a loss? In fact, it is not necessarily the case. The demon clan and the spirit clan feel this way because they know nothing about Xuanshi Mountain at night, they only know that it is deathly silent during the day.
But this is a different matter for Zhang Yan.
With the results of the demon clan and the spirit clan climbing mountains at different times of the day and night, Zhang Yan gained a new understanding of the tentacles hidden in Xuanshi Mountain.
Daytime is indeed a taboo time for those tentacles. No matter how the demons and spirits test it, it will not show up. In addition, due to the characteristics of its pure energy structure, even if the spirits risk their lives to get into those holes, they will be blocked.
You can't get even closer to the outside of the "spherical ball" in the center of Xuanshi Mountain. As a result, you can feel something strange but can't explore deeper.
What is the difference between day and night? Or what is the biggest difference?
Zhang Yan’s opinion is that the difference between the two lies in the stronger “yang energy” and “light” during the day.
In addition to these two key points that may be the fear of tentacles, Zhang Yan also made some other discoveries. For example, he found that even if the tentacles pretend to be dead during the day, at night, they will still attack the mountain surface by monsters climbing during the day.
He repaired the black stones broken by stepping on them from time to time until the surface was as smooth as a mirror.
This behavior reminded Zhang Yan of a very common and ubiquitous habit in Langyuan City, that is, every household would get up in the morning and clean an area at the door of their house. For no other reason than to watch themselves entering and exiting the house.
Clean and pleasing to the eye.
Maintaining a hygienic environment at home as a living habit is not only done by humans, but also by many animals.
So is it possible that those tentacles in Xuanshi Mountain are also so concerned about whether the surface of Xuanshi Mountain is as smooth as a mirror for the reason of "maintaining hygiene at the door of the house"?
If it is true as Zhang Yan guessed, then the existence of Xuanshi Mountain has a new meaning: it is the nest of tentacle creatures.
"Perhaps this is why there are no records about this kind of pure energy creature in Taoist books. After all, this thing uses a natural black stone of such a size as its nest. I am afraid it is also a rare existence in thousands of worlds."
When night fell again, Zhang Yan also chose to set foot on this black stone mountain late at night for the first time.
"Kacha..."
The smooth, mirror-like ground was cracked by Zhang Yan's boots, and the crisp sound spread far into the night. Almost at the same time, invisible tentacles became alive in Zhang Yan's perception.
He cautiously stuck his head out and surrounded Zhang Yan, who was fighting alone.
"Perhaps this thing is angry because I trampled on its property?" Zhang Yan smiled and thought of a possibility in his heart. But he shook his head again. The spirit tribe did not trample the ground here, and was eaten all the same.
Nothing left.
As soon as his thoughts turned to this point, the surrounding tentacles came to attack.
The speed was indeed extremely fast, but Zhang Yan had already seen it before, and the place where he landed was relatively far away from the holes, which was enough for him to react.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Release the breath of the soul, and at the same time hit a radiant talisman on the top of his head. Whether it is Yang Qi or light, it is not difficult for Zhang Yan. Take them out together to see if he can contain this kind of energy as he guessed.
tentacle.
The next moment, several tentacles that had pierced through quickly stopped in the middle without any hesitation, and then quickly retracted. Just as quickly as they came out just now.
"Hahaha..." Zhang Yan feels that this thing is very similar to those wild beasts in the forest. It is instinct to bully the weak and fear the strong. He should not be very intelligent. Otherwise, he will at least pretend to be intimidating. In fact,
It's not too late to hide back when you've run out of options.
However, after doing this, Zhang Yan's idea of catching the other party was not so easy. Beforehand, he really didn't expect that the other party would run away so easily.
However, Zhang Yan is not helpless, it just takes a lot of effort.
The mountain of black stone is the material for refining weapons. The surface has been made so brittle by tentacles using some method, but the essence cannot be changed. After peeling off the brittle surface, what is inside is the properties of black stone that Zhang Yan understands.
Yes. The texture is somewhere between metal and crystal.
Zhang Yan didn't bother to dig up the entire mountain, it was too troublesome. When he spread his palm, a black and white flame the size of a fist appeared and hovered in his palm.
This is Zhang Yan’s elixir fire.
Compared to using magic to dig out, Zhang Yan felt that his black and white elixir fire was more convenient. With a wave of his hand, the black and white elixir fire that was as docile as a lamb in Zhang Yan's hand spread around him just as Zhang Yan thought in his heart.
It forms a thin film all around. The black and white flames on the surface are as thin as streamers rotating, and they look a bit nice.
But although it is thin, the black and white elixir fire is not docile at all to things other than Zhang Yan. Everything that comes into contact with it is instantly changed by the terrifying restrained temperature. It is either directly vaporized or liquefied and then vaporized. Even if it is
The rare black stone is no exception in front of it.
So Zhang Yan was like a red-hot charcoal ball falling on a piece of lard, and it penetrated straight into the center of the mountain.