What is the tomb of Wu Zun? This is the place where Yinyuezhai placed its resources. This mountain full of spiritual tools and grass is not a tomb of the Honorable, but something else.

Xiao Wu has suppressed his excitement. This resource-rich mountain will be placed there for people to pick up. It doesn't need much. If there is half of the harvest, Xiao Wuyou will go directly to the Wujun Well, and there will be no more obstacles.

He stepped forward and wanted to go into the mountain, but in front of the mountain, there was a stone tablet with a line of words engraved on it.

"The disciples of the Silver Moon Sect have a moon bead and can go up the mountain to choose three things, and if they have two moon beads, they can choose eight things. ”

"Moon beads, those rows of golden eyes, aren't they the so-called moon beads?" I've had three months of bright beads, that is, I can go to the mountains and choose from 15 natural materials and earth's treasures or spiritual tools to worry about the way in the dark.

However, he looked at those who were talking about it. These people did not take the stone monument at the foot of the mountain seriously.

If the Sound Moon Sect is still there, the disciples will obediently abide by this rule. But now the Sound Moon Sect is dead and alive. How can they take this rule seriously?

Xiao Wuyou thought the same thing, but when he was about to cross the stone monument and go up the mountain, he suddenly stopped.

On the back of the stele, there is also a row of small letters. If you're not a thinking person, you can't find them at all. But this line says, "Too much is too much." "Everything was too much. The sky is unpredictable. Remember, remember. ”

"What is that word?"

Little Wuyou blinked, and the words disappeared as if they had never appeared. But what he just saw was also true.

"Isn't it too much?" Say small carefree.

"Didn't you say?" Xiao Wuyou said in a deep voice, and then walked up the mountain. Now there are only 16 monks left in this mountainous area. Luo Jue, Luo Qingtian, Gong Yelong, and Nangong Jianhua are not here. In addition to these four people, there are more than a dozen monks who are not in this mountain range. That is, less than 80% of the 80 people who entered the absolute exclusion zone.

Xiao Wuyou believed that someone died in the stone forest, or could have been trapped at the previous checkpoint, but he didn't believe that they were one of them. Perhaps these people who left just noticed the words that popped up behind the stele and had already gotten what they wanted, and left early.

"Hwa-hyun is there too, huh?" Chuan Wanjun is the same, but Xiao Wuyou looks at the people on the mountain. Both Chuan Wanjun and Hua Xian are constantly looking for spirit and grass. As for Chubby, there are no clues. Maybe it was the man who died in the stone forest.

Hua Xian and Bao Wanjun also found Xiao Wuyou. Hwakhyun immediately showed a look of surprise. As for Bo Wanjun, he showed a sad face. His fists were loose and tight. The spirit of heaven and earth here is abundant. It's not like a stone forest. It's a great place to work.

However, the sound of excited laughter from a distance forced him to dismiss the idea of solving Xiao Oil's problem. Xiao Wuyu can handle it at any time, but the spirit of the artifact is a little slower, a little less.

Hua Xian looked at Bao Wanjun and Xiao Wuyou. She seemed to know what was going on with them. Surprisingly, she didn't go small oil-free. Instead, she continues to pick.

Little Wuyou didn't notice the two of them. The spirit of the mountain and the grass are almost one step out of ten. However, he did not aim at the most fragrant and outstanding spirits and heaven and earth treasures, but he attacked the spirits and grasses of the light mask, like a small array especially spirits, the higher level spirits and spirit grasses, the stronger the defense of the light shield, the weaker in turn.

First of all, the people on the mountain are the most powerful masks, because the harvest is also the most valuable, and Xiao Wu has the opposite. No matter which one is weak, he will choose which one. In this way, these people who went to the mountain earlier collected a few pieces of spirit grass, and they easily exceeded this number.

He has three moons, which means he can take 15 resources. When these fifteen resources were collected, he climbed to the top of the mountain step by step. No one noticed Xiao Wuyou's movements. They didn't even notice that there was another person here, because in their eyes, only those spirit tools and spirit grass could no longer hold anything else.

When Xiao Wuyou stepped on the top of the mountain, there was a palace complex in the distance. The palace complex is in ruins. Even from a distance, he could feel the desolation.

He blinked, intending to descend the mountain to the group of people in the palace, but just then, a scream came from behind him.

In one place on the mountain, the monk wearing the Dharma robe of Jingyue Temple, the spiritual grass he got from the Sumeru ring, suddenly broke the Sumeru ring and ran out again. 15And the grass grew up, and one became two, and two became four, and four into eight, and grew in progress, and buried the monk in it.

He had a heart that wanted to break free from this sudden and ever-changing spiritual grass, but these seemingly light and floating spiritual grasses suddenly turned into a mud pool. The more they struggled, the more they were buried, and what was even more terrifying was that even the foot on which he stood became a very soft earth. They perish with the spiritual grass. In the end, everything was restored as before, but the monks who had been encouraged before them just now were buried in the ground and no longer existed.

"This mountain is so weird. Let's go!" Someone shouted.

It's only natural that the people who come here aren't ordinary people. They have learned their lessons from the past. How could they not know that the contents of the stone tablet at the foot of the mountain were not only a warning to the followers of the Yin Moon Sect, but also to all those who entered the mountain.

No one dared to touch the spiritual grass next to it. Instead, they rushed to the top of the mountain with all their might.

But it's like a chain mechanism. It's full of excitement. The 16 people on the mountain, except for Xiao Wuyou, all burst out in an instant what they needed. The elves and elven grass inside, just like the previous one, are constantly copying and growing.

At this time, the continuous mountains were no longer a place of treasure in their eyes, but a place of burial.

All of us ran to the top of the hill with all our might. At this time, they found that they could not simply breathe in the sky.

Time passed second by second, and the number of elven artifacts and elven grass doubled, so every second was the speed of their life and death.

"All armies save me" At this time, a scream rang out in the mountains. Huaxian is surrounded by dense spiritual grasses. There is no additional strength to move forward other than the constant acquisition of spiritual grass before him. It can be said that Hua Xian can't escape here alone, so she is like the nearest broken Wanjun asking for help.

The shattered army heard Hua Xian's voice and figure. He looked back at Hua Xian. His face was gloomy and clear. However, holding Hua Xian's hope, he gritted his teeth and ran to the top of the mountain regardless of Hua Xian's safety.

Looking at the departing back of the broken army, Hua Xian's Tao heart, like the back of the fading away, became fragile and blurred. Her delicate body began to fall into the elven grass, and her eyes were obscured. Waiting for her fate, it turned into the only burial.

Just when Hua Xian's heart was about to die, someone suddenly sighed, the darkness disappeared, and she saw the sky again. The handsome face looked at her expressionlessly and said softly, "Hold on." ”

At this time, who else can except Xiao Wuyou. Xiao Wuyou hugged Hua Xian's slender waist and legs and ran to the top of the mountain. Those spiritual tools and spiritual grass that hindered the progress of others became a papier-mâché existence in front of him, and they could not stop him from moving forward.