By activating the magic thought wave of the Destroyed Kong, Cheng Lingyu conducted in-depth and meticulous exploration of the entire hall. Each mountain has spiritual patterns, which seems to be hidden secrets, but it is unpredictable.

Many monks sat cross-legged in the air and fell into a special state of exploration. They used all the means they could use to find out the real Piaomiao Peak hidden in this hall.

Xilingyue wandered around and met many masters, such as Ye Anlan. She had Chixia Sword on her head and activated the holy weapon to sense the changes in the hall.

The son of the earth, Qianchuan, has a mountain and river map manifested. The sun god Meng Tianxu, the whole body is shining and heated, constantly absorbing the spiritual pattern marks in the void. Ice peaks appear outside the body of the Wuyin Prince Huangfu Xuan, and began to simulate the distribution direction and application rules of these peaks in the hall. I wanted to deduce where the hidden Piaomiao peak was.

Xuan Chenfeng and Xuan Mufeng joined forces, and Han Frost and Snow Girl, Mo Yang, Su Yu, Lan Chen, Yelu Kuangfeng and other masters showed their capabilities, but after exploring for a long time, they had nothing to do.

Suddenly, a roar echoed in the hall. A monk was assassinated as he forcibly comprehending the secret of a mountain's spiritual pattern, and the splashing blood just fell on another mountain.

At that moment, blood-colored light emerged from the nine hundred and ninety-nine peaks rotating and moving in the air, just like a demon awakening, shooting out interlaced spiritual patterns, and building a super array in the hall.

"Everyone be careful and defend quickly."

Lin Xi exclaimed, reminding Cheng Lingyu, Xilingyue, Meng Ninghen, and the four of them quickly gathered together.

The other monks also moved quickly and deployed their defenses.

In the hall, blood mist spread across the sky, and bloody light emerged from each mountain peak. The interlaced spiritual patterns formed a terrifying killing array, releasing lights of destruction, like a sharp sword breaking the void.

Cheng Lingyu sacrificed the painting scroll, drooped thousands of golden lights, covering Xiling Yue, Meng Ninghen, and Lin Xi, and resisting the attack of the killing formation.

Most other monks sacrificed their spiritual weapons or extended their defenses, and moved quickly in the blood-colored killing formation.

More than 300 monks were divided into many stocks, both strong and weak, and they all acted independently. The weak team had weak defense and became the first victims.

Screams echoed, blood flew, and the sad clouds and mist in the hall turned into bloody time and space.

The power of the killing formation is quite strong, but it is not as terrifying as imagined. Anyone with spiritual weapons will not have the worries of life for the time being.

Cheng Lingyu was puzzled by this. Why is this killing formation obviously weak?

After a stick of incense, the hall screamed and stopped. There were about seventy or eighty deaths, and the ground was covered with flesh and blood. At this moment, it was being swallowed by those spiritual patterns and turned into blood-colored wind pillars.

These wind pillars reflect each face, all left by the dead, and look particularly terrifying.

The rotating peaks began to move, and the dislocation alternated, triggering changes in the killing array and transmitting a terror.

"Not good, dangerous!"

Some monks sensed something wrong and issued a reminder.

As the words came to an end, a new round of killing formation began to operate, and blood-colored lightning fell from the sky, easily splitting the protective defenses of some monks, causing great damage.

The four people in Sunset City had a picture defense without any harm, but the situation of other monks became unfavorable.

Some low-grade spiritual weapons were penetrated by blood-colored lightning, losing their defensive effects, causing another group of monks to fall into a critical moment of life and death.

Some people tried to escape, but who thought that the palace gate would automatically close at this time, cutting off their retreat.

Cheng Lingyu looked serious and pondered: "This killing array is very strange, with an incremental explosion, and it will become more and more terrifying later."

Lin Xi questioned: "What is hidden in this Piaomiao Palace? Why do you do this? Are you trying to eliminate everyone?"

Meng Ninghen said: "It shouldn't be, but most people may die here, and the final result is still difficult to predict."

Xilingyue said: "I see that those people are all gods and look calm. Obviously, they do not take the life and death of these people seriously."

Cheng Lingyu said: "Three Saints and Four Awesomenesses, Three Palaces and Four Xue, Ye Anlan, the masters of Youxing Continent have their own methods of protecting themselves. What they are more concerned about is whose opportunities in Piaomiao Palace will fall in."

The second round of killing formation did not last long, with more than 40 new deaths added. Currently, there are less than 200 people left in the hall, all of which are outstanding forces and masters.

After the rotating peak was stained with blood, the second misaligned movement began, and the third round of killing formation was activated, and the power increased again.

This time, the middle-grade spiritual weapons were destroyed by blood lightning, and the death toll suddenly increased, leaving only the top-grade spiritual weapons, and the monks under the defense of the best spiritual weapons and holy weapons are still alive.

Cheng Lingyu counted the number of people, and there were still 108 left. Is this number a coincidence or something else?

After three consecutive rounds of the killing formation, many people thought there was a more terrifying fourth round, but who thought it suddenly dispersed and recovered as before.

"This Piaomiao Palace is controlling the number of people. It is likely that the hidden secret is about to appear. The people with destiny are among these 108 people."

This speculation was approved by many people. Everyone carefully observed the surroundings and did not immediately remove the defense, for fear of sudden changes.

Cheng Lingyu put away the scroll and looked at the mountains in the air. He found that some of them flew outwards and some gathered inwards, finally forming two areas, one inside and one outside.

Xiling Yue said in surprise: "There are 108 peaks in the inner area. Isn't this a coincidence?"

Meng Ninghen said: "No, the secret is hidden there, it depends on who is destined to be together."

Everyone was talking about it, and they all guessed it, carefully approaching the inner area.

Soon, the living monks put away all kinds of defenses and gathered in the middle of the hall. Above their heads were one hundred and eight peaks, moving quickly.

Lin Xi said: "Take a sense of induction and call with your heart. If you have connections, you will gain something."

These words pointed out the direction for everyone, and everyone focused their minds and souls, and they sensed and communicated with each other, hoping to gain something.

The mountain that rotated in the air sometimes accelerated and sometimes slowed down. After a while, someone finally got in touch with a certain mountain. The mountain automatically fell, hovering above the monk's head, releasing a brilliant wave of light.

Soon, the second peak landed and the third peak sinks, and more monks became connected with the peak.

Cheng Lingyu sensed a strange wave. A mountain fell from the sky and hovered on his head. Spiritual patterns intertwined in the void and turned into a crown, looming. Only Cheng Lingyu could sense one or two, which outsiders could not see.

This crown is very hazy, located in the endless void, as if it is foreshadowing something.

A mountain also appeared on Meng Ninghen's head, with spiritual patterns like blooming flowers, changing the scenery, as if there were scenes appearing, faintly and vaguely, telling something.

Lin Xi is the third person to contact the mountain. The spiritual patterns on the mountain intertwined in the void and turned into a brilliant sun, releasing a scorching light and illuminating a world.

Qianchuan, the son of the earth of the Mountain and River Alliance, Meng Tianxu, the sun god of the Nine Yang Holy Palace, Huang Fuxuan, the prince of the Five Yin Palace, and Du Yunqiu, the frost and snow girl of Yujing Palace, all contacted the mountains above and each gained something.

Ye Anlan, Su Yu, Mo Yang, Lan Chen, Yelu Kuangfeng, Han Moxuan, Xin Ruohong, Ning Wanrou, Duan Jiangliu, Xiong Fei, Hua Siwu, Xuan Chenfeng, Xuan Mufeng and others all contacted the peaks on their heads one after another.

Only Xiling Yue was in an abnormal situation and was unable to contact the flying peaks above.

At this moment, a fixed mountain appeared above the heads of twenty-two monks in the hall, and the other monks were still working hard.

Soon, the 23rd monk appeared, attracting countless envious eyes.

Next is the twenty-fourth monk, which happens to be Xilingyue.

At that moment, Xilingyue's body shook and her mind suddenly became blank. After she woke up, she found that another group of monks had contacted the mountain above, and the total number reached thirty-six.

The remaining seventy-two monks got nothing, and they could not establish spiritual connections with the remaining seventy-two peaks.

Among the thirty-six lucky people, Xiling Yue is the most peculiar. Others are communicating spiritually with the mountains above her head, but she looks confused. The mountains above her head are flickering with spiritual patterns, but the fluctuations released cannot allow her to communicate.

Xilingyue didn't feel it at first, but after carefully observing Cheng Lingyu, Lin Xi, and Meng Ninghen's reaction, she realized something. She immediately put aside her distracting thoughts and responded wholeheartedly, communicated and understood.

As Xilingyue's mind gradually calmed down, the situation in Piaomiao Palace changed. The four closed palace gates slowly opened. The seventy-two monks were swept out by mysterious lights and expelled without any harm.

The remaining thirty-six monks in the hall were all immersed in a special state of comprehension. Each had a mountain on his head, releasing brilliant waves of light.

This scene lasted for a moment, and then someone woke up. The first one was Meng Tianxu, the Sun God Son of the Nine Yang Holy Palace.

Looking at the scene in front of me, Meng Tianxu's eyes showed a hint of doubt. Thirty-six people and thirty-six mountains, could the opportunity and kindness of this Piaomiao Palace to all living beings were divided up by thirty-six people?

Recalling his situation, Meng Tianxu immediately realized that this was a mystery. The opportunity in Piaomiao Palace could not be divided up by thirty-six people, but should have been obtained by one of them.

It’s just that there are many people, and everyone’s situation seems to be basically the same. Even if you understand the mystery, it is difficult to guess who is the real lucky one.

Just as Meng Tianxu was pondering, Qianchuan, the son of the earth, also woke up. Both sides seemed to have telepathy, and their eyes instantly collided, and then quickly moved away.

Qianchuan looked at the situation around him and was also confused, and his reaction was similar to Meng Tianxu before.
Chapter completed!