"More than half of the eight peaks have fluctuations from saints. Let's first learn about the situation."

The five people flashed by and appeared on a mountain in the blink of an eye, carefully sensing the situation of this peak.

From bottom to top, you can see an ancient castle on the top of the peak, releasing a powerful light, and the breath of the holy artifact is fully revealed.

"From the situation of the seventh mountain, there should be many saints on this eighth mountain."

Meng Ninghen was a little worried. The overall strength of the five people and the group was not strong. Once the holy weapon was unable to be used or was restricted, it would be dangerous.

Xilingyue said: "I've come here, don't think too much, go up and take a look first."

Cheng Lingyu took the lead and headed straight to the top of the peak. When he crossed the mountainside, Cheng Lingyu sensed that there were masters guarding him in front of him.

"The person who comes to stop."

A loud voice suddenly sounded, releasing a powerful aura, locking down Cheng Lingyu and the other two.

"The Peak of Lingwu."

Cai Yun frowned slightly, looking quite surprised. A master guarding the mountain was all the peak of Lingwu, so wouldn’t all those who held this peak beside the saints?

Cheng Lingyu stopped, his breath was not visible all over his body, and he looked at the visitor with a look of a torch and asked, "Who are you?"

It was a man in his forties in his brocade robe, tall and powerful, with his eyes like whirlpools, making people tremble.

"Qiu Feng. Are you all here to surrender?"

Xilingyue asked, "What's your turn?"

Qiu Feng, a man in brocade robe, said coldly: "Why don't you join me here?"

Caiyun asked: "Why do you have to surrender? What big man is above?"

Qiu Feng glanced at Caiyun and said disdainfully: "The fourth level of Lingwu, the realm is too low. There are eight peaks in this eight peak. If you want to enter Jiuning Peak, you must climb one of the eight peaks and then grab the quota."

Meng Ninghen said: "How many places are there?"

Qiu Feng said: "The teleportation array leading to Jiuning Peak is located between eight peaks, hidden but not visible, and will be opened every once in a while. There are not many places each time, and even the saints are not sure that they will definitely get the quota. Not to mention the cultivators in the Lingwu realm, unless they defect to the saints and are appreciated by the saints, they will have hope of being taken to Jiuning Peak."

Mo Yang said curiously: "Are all eight peaks occupied by experts now?"

Qiu Feng sneered: "What do you think?"

Mo Yang hit a nail and was feeling a little unhappy, but he did not reveal it.

Cheng Lingyu looked around and looked at the eight peaks. He found that there were buildings such as castles or palaces on each peak. Although they were different, they were roughly similar.

"Are these left by our predecessors?"

Qiu Feng said: "It's hard to say. Your cultivation is too weak and has no value. Get out of here."

The five people exchanged a glance, and Caiyun asked, "Didn't you say which big man is above?"

Qiu Feng sneered: "The saint in black robe, the fourth level of the holy martial arts, get out."

Cheng Lingyu's face changed slightly and he blurted out: "It's him."

The five people turned around and left without provoking them.

Everyone has an impression of this saint in black robe. Except for Caiyun, Xiling Yue, Meng Ninghen, and Mo Yang are still fresh in memory.

On the same day, Bai Ying appeared to save Cheng Lingyu and had communicated with the saint in black robe. From the conversation and reactions of the two that day, it can be seen that the saint in black robe was definitely not easy to mess with.

After finding a valley, the five people stopped to discuss the current situation.

"According to Qiu Feng, monks in the Lingwu realm must find a backer to have hope of entering Jiuning Peak."

Meng Ninghen said: "We are not sure about the specific situation of snatching the quota. If we only participate by ourselves, it is difficult to say whether we can win the saint."

Mo Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Fighting and robbing are completely different things. The saint's methods are definitely not comparable to us, even if we have the saint's tools in hand."

Xilingyue said: "If it is a battle, we are not afraid. We can say whether there are any skills in robbing the quota. "

Caiyun said: "From an objective perspective, it is necessary to find a backer."

Cheng Lingyu smiled bitterly and said, "We have offended too many enemies along the way. It is probably not easy to find a backer at this time."

Meng Ninghen said: "Can you find someone to join forces?"

Mo Yang denied: "We don't know many friends. Except for Jin Huantian and Du Yunqiu, all the others are enemies. Even if they are added, the current situation cannot be changed. We must have a saint as our backer."

As he was speaking, a violent shock came from the top of a mountain in the distance, and a saint was actually fighting.

"Let's go and have a look."

The five people flashed past, tearing the void to pieces, and appeared on the mountain.

There seems to be no restrictions on the Eighth Mountain, and monks can use all means to come and go freely.

In front of a three-story stone tower, two figures were moving quickly, and the terrifying power teared the void and crushed the mountains and rivers, causing the entire mountain to shake violently.

Nearby, there were experts paying attention, their faces were horrified and their expressions were terrified, and they kept moving backwards.

When Cheng Lingyu, Caiyun, Xilingyue, Meng Ninghen and Mo Yang arrived, a loud bang came from the field, and the spreading light turned into profound runes, manifesting its magical powers.

"It's it!"

Cheng Lingyu exclaimed, and he recognized both sides of the war, one was the middle-aged emperor in black whom Zhan Tian defected, and the other was a complete skeleton with golden light.

Cheng Lingyu had seen it in the Holy Emperor underground palace in Yunyang City. It is said that it was the Holy Emperor's golden body, immortal and immortal. Unexpectedly, it would appear in the Fire Rain.

"Let's go."

The middle-aged supreme in black had a blue face. He was the supreme, but who would have thought he was defeated by a golden skeleton. This made him very angry. He immediately took Zhan Tian and the hunchbacked old servant to leave the mountain.

In addition to the stone tower, Cheng Lingyu recognized all of them, in addition to the Holy Emperor's golden body, and there were several masters.

The first one was a silver-haired man, handsome and dazzling. He was Yang Yan, the legendary inheritor of the Holy Emperor Tianyang. Unexpectedly, he came too.

The second one is Xiao Changqing, the son of Tiansheng, who is standing on the left side of Yang Yan.

The third one is Hua Yuehong, and the fourth one is Ye Rumo. Unexpectedly, they actually got together.

"Cheng Lingyu, we're meeting again."

Yang Yan had a smile on his face and a conceited look between his eyebrows.

Xiao Changqing and Mo Yang both stared at Cheng Lingyu, their eyes full of killing.

"We will meet sooner or later, and it's good to meet here."

Cheng Lingyu was calm and unpredictable, and the scroll on his head slowly turned, releasing a mysterious wave.

"Yes, we will meet sooner or later. Why don't we cooperate? What do you think?"

Yang Yan smiled calmly. He was quite afraid of Cheng Lingyu because of Qianxue, but now that he has found the Holy Emperor's golden body, this concern has been wiped out.

Cheng Lingyu said indifferently: "The Tao is different and does not plan for each other. You are like the sun in the sky, bright, and I am like the darkness in the world, boundless."

Yang Yan's smile was slightly cold. Unexpectedly, Cheng Lingyu refused in one go. This was too straightforward.

"Is it because of the two of them?"

Yang Yan looked at Xiao Changqing and Ye Rumo and asked again.

Cheng Lingyu denied: "No."

Yang Yan snorted lightly, revealing a clear expression of displeasure.

Caiyun said: "Let's go."

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Cheng Lingyu and his five members did not get much advantage here, so they left immediately.

Ye Rumo wanted to stop him, but Yang Yan stopped him.

"It's useful to keep them. It seems that they have just arrived at the Eighth Peak and are not familiar with the situation here. We can just use a knife to kill people."

Ye Rumo praised: "Gao Ming."

Xiao Changqing, the son of Tiansheng, said nothing. He and Yang Yan were just working temporarily, and both sides had their own plans.

Cheng Lingyu and his group of five left the mountain and their mood became a little heavy.

The appearance of Yang Yan is somewhat unexpected. The combat power of the Holy Emperor's golden body cannot even resist the Supreme Saint.

"What other masters are there on this eighth mountain that we have never expected?"

Cheng Lingyu looked at the remaining six peaks, his eyes flickering constantly.

Meng Ninghen said: "From the situation I have mastered before, we can know that Yin and Yang Taoist Master and Xuan Yifeng must be here. The Sun God Son Meng Tianxu, the son of the earth Qianchuan, the Prince of Five Yins, the Saint of Baohua, Jin Chuangtian and the Tai Cave should all be on this eighth mountain."

Mo Yang said: "It should be more than these masters. There must be saints on the other two seventh peaks, and they have come to this peak."

Caiyun said: "Don't be anxious first, we can take time to walk through every mountain."

Five people shuttled through the mountains and forests, and soon they discovered a stone mansion.

"Is this the one who has left behind?"

The stone mansion is already broken, with some ancient patterns and handwriting carved inside. Some masters have left some magical powers, but they are not very outstanding.

"Let's settle here first and find some food."

Mo Yang went to find food, and Cheng Lingyu walked around the stone mansion, paying close attention to the patterns and words on the stone wall, and found some interesting things from it.
To be continued...