"Chief Shen, look, this is Qin Mountain, which is eight hundred miles away."
A team of players entered the outer perimeter of the Celestial Ridge and suddenly felt a terrifying sense of danger.
Countless gazes shot towards them from all directions, like arrows that could pierce through a human body!
Lin Fan twisted his neck uncomfortably. He used the inner force of a Level Six martial artist to protect his body, but it was of little use.
Those who dared to venture deep into Qin Mountain were at least Level Seven martial artists, and Level Six martial artists were not rare!
Although the players were happy that there was a large-scale event near their doorstep, they were all weak.
The casual players and small guilds died at the outer perimeter of Qin Mountain.
Those who were able to enter the Celestial Ridge and see the towering light pillar were definitely experts!
In this team, Jiang Shang, Xie Biqi, Zhang Xuanyi, and other first beta testers were the main force.
"So many experts … the famous people in the nearby martial arts world are probably all here?"
Jiang Shang murmured as he looked at the scene.
After reaching the outer perimeter of the Celestial Ridge, they could no longer enter.
The inner perimeter of the Celestial Ridge was already controlled by the major sects. Without a Level Three martial artist, anyone who went near would die!
However, they could already see the thick fog of the Celestial Ridge, as well as the towering light pillar.
"This is really … a spectacle that can't be seen in real life."
Shen Mo looked at the towering light pillar and couldn't help but exclaim.
"According to our spies, the light pillar was originally as thick as a mountain, but now it has shrunk a lot …" Huang Tianyao explained, "I feel that this is a sign that the white fog formation is about to dissipate … When that time comes, these martial artists from all over the world will fight each other for the inheritance."
"It's nothing. We're mainly here to observe and join in the fun. At most, we'll just die and go back!"
Shen Mo waved his hand imposingly.
Before the start of the open beta, gaming equipment was very precious. As the chief, he could only allocate a small portion.
The equipment in the hands of the Office of Special Review was not allocated to gaming gods or special forces … Instead, it was allocated to sociologists, geologists, metallurgists, etc., to allow them to personally enter this world and conduct various field investigations. Currently, they had arranged for people to escort them to various places for research …
This time, Shen Mo was here to observe the true combat power of this world and make an assessment.
As for the so-called first-grade inheritance?
Even the most arrogant players didn't think that they could compete with these veteran sects after being beaten up by Tu Qianqiu.
He only hoped that the heavens would descend upon him and that he would be satisfied if he could snatch some leftover materials.
"I've asked around. The major powers that reserved the area include the Tianyuan Sect, the Blood Wolf Sect, and the White Tiger Sect … These three are all powers from the Ding Prefecture. Then, there's the Wanliu Sect from the Yuan Prefecture, the Solipsism Sect from the Meng Prefecture, and the Tianmen Sect from the Gu Prefecture …"
Xie Biqi whispered a few words into a player's ear and walked up to Shen Mo. Her expression was a little ugly. "There are already four Rank-2 martial artists on the surface and one Rank-3 Taoist priest. As for those hiding in the dark, who knows how many …"
"I remember that a sect that truly dominates a state needs a Rank-1 martial artist to oversee it, right? Didn't they come? "
Shen Mo asked.
"A Rank-1 martial artist is a legend. They've always been elusive. They're either roaming the world or guarding the sect. They can't be moved easily. For four Rank-2 martial artists to come is already a rare event in Jiuzhou in recent years."
Xie Biqi said, "As for Rank-3 and Rank-4 martial artists and some new talents in the Pugilistic World, there are even more. There are also some young talents on the Prodigy Leaderboard who are challenging each other …"
"The Young Generation Martial Artist Leaderboard?" Shen Mo's interest was piqued. "Which comrade here can make it on the leaderboard? How about Lin Fan?"
Xie Biqi was silent for a moment before she reluctantly said, "Maybe we can give it a try when Lin Fan reaches Rank-4 or 5. If he goes up now, he'll be killed in two or three moves!"
At this moment, the Fairy Ridge suddenly trembled.
Like an earth dragon turning over, the ground trembled continuously, attracting the attention of all the martial artists.
At this moment, Xie Biqi raised her head and saw that the pillar of light that shot into the sky was becoming thinner and thinner. Eventually, it would completely dissipate.
The white fog that shrouded the Fairy Ridge was like frost meeting sunlight, retreating quickly.
"It's the inheritance!"
"The inheritance is about to open."
"The treasures of a Rank-1 Taoist!"
The roars of countless martial artists converged into a boiling wave.
"Fight our way in!"
"Charge in!"
"Whether it's a dragon or a worm, let's fight here!"
…
Countless martial artists madly rushed toward the Fairy Ridge, and the impact it brought was very terrifying.
Even though Shen Mo and the others were mostly there to watch the show, they were involuntarily swept by the crowd and rushed toward the martial artists of the major sects in front of them.
"Those who rush in will be killed without mercy!"
The White Tiger Sect and the other sects were not pushovers. On the contrary, they were all extremely hard bones.
The White Tiger Elite Soldiers of the White Tiger Sect were also first-class elite soldiers. Together with the Precious Weapons, they constantly waved their weapons, forming a meat grinder.
Blood and cruelty were constantly being displayed in this barren land.
The big shots in the inner circle did not care about the bloody fight of the small martial artists in the outer circle.
Mu Yuanliu stared blankly at the Fairy Ridge that had become completely different after the white fog dissipated. His eyes widened. "What is that? Is it the Vermilion Fruit? The Vermilion Fruit that is said to be able to help a seventh-grade martial artist develop inner energy? "
"There's also the Shenyuan Tree. This tree blooms once every hundred years and bears fruit once every hundred years. Every fruit can help in the cultivation of Shenyuan. If a Taoist priest saw this tree full of fruits, wouldn't he go crazy?"
Tu Qianqiu pointed at a purple fruit tree and muttered to himself.
Of course, martial artists would go crazy if they saw it. After all, martial artists in the middle three grades also needed to cultivate their essence, qi, and spirit. Martial artists in the world could also consume the fruits of the Shenyuan Tree, but it was often criticized by Taoist priests as a reckless waste of natural resources.
"This is only the outer circle!"
Zhuang Bufan didn't say a word. He turned into a black shadow and shot toward the Immortal Ridge like an arrow.
"Sect Leader!"
Tu Qianqiu looked at the high-ranked martial artists of the various sects and could not help but feel anxious.
"Wait a moment …"
Mu Yuanliu clenched his fists tightly together. "This Immortal Ridge was just a barren mountain before, but it suddenly became so miraculous. The spiritual objects of heaven and earth grew madly, as if it had obtained a great fortune … Even a first grade Daoist wouldn't be able to do this, right? Could it be … the legendary … and above first-grade? "
If a first-grade Taoist priest was just a legend …
The realm of holy immortals and Buddhas above first-grade was simply a myth!
At this time, in order to fight for a rare spiritual herb, Hua Mantang from the Thousand Flow Sect and Du Du from the White Tiger Sect were fighting.
Rumble!
The silhouette of a white tiger the size of a hill appeared and clashed with the thousands of petals.
The ground around them trembled and cracked. Any low-ranked martial artist who entered would immediately be injured by the aftershock.
In terms of lethality, they were like two humanoid missile launchers, the kind with unlimited ammunition!
Shen Mo's face was as hard as granite. Looking at this scene, he unconsciously bit his lips until they bled.
If such martial artists appeared in Great Xia, the consequences would be unimaginable …
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