"Exactly."

Yao Chengji said: "So, we are determined to win this trip to Mizong Mountain."

In the darkness, Ling Yun's eyes were shining brightly.

Colorful stalactites?

This is a real treasure.

"Then we go directly to Mizong Mountain?"

The first disciple of Jiange asked.

Yao Chengji shook his head, with a cold look on his face: "Crisis and opportunity have coexisted since ancient times. The colorful stalactites are the ultimate elixir, but similarly, outside the colorful stalactites, there are seven-colored obstacles, which are poisonous in the world."

"Senior brother, do you have any solution to this seven-color confusion?"

Other Jiange disciples asked.

"The seven-color barrier is a strange poison in the world. Not even me, not even a true soul warrior can break it."

Yao Chengji said: "To solve this seven-color confusion, the only way is to find a scapegoat, and the scapegoat must not be weak, so that this seven-color confusion can be absorbed.

Therefore, our top priority is to find such a scapegoat first."

None of the other Jiange disciples objected.

For them, it is naturally better to let others act as scapegoats than to take risks themselves.

In the dark, Ling Yun was thoughtful, and then left quietly.

After flying about five miles, Ling Yun found a place to land.

The place where he is is the only place that Jiange disciples and others must pass before moving forward.

Not long after, Jiange and his party appeared.
Chapter completed!