Chapter 6177

The Sanctuary of Light, under the Holy Light Peak.
Chen Ping took Yun Yao and stood in a hidden mountain hollow, looking up at the mountain peak shrouded in divine brilliance.
The mountain wind howled, rolling up bursts of spiritual mist, but it couldn’t blow away the solemnity in the hearts of the two.
“Young master, we …… Are you still going up?
Yun Yao asked in a low voice, with a hint of worry in her voice.
She reached out and gently supported Chen Ping’s arm, and the moment her fingertips touched his sleeve, she noticed Chen Ping’s strangeness.
Although Chen Ping’s face was as usual, and even his eyes were sharper than before, she could feel that there was a faint coldness in him.
It was a chill that seemed to come from the Nine Netherworlds, incompatible with the ubiquitous divine aura of this Sanctuary of Light, and even faintly showed signs of mutual exclusion.
In the distance, the Holy Light Peak towered into the clouds, and the palace on the top of the mountain loomed in the clouds and mist, like a heavenly palace.
The golden light sprinkled through the clouds, sacred and solemn, illuminating every inch of the land.
But at this moment, the light was particularly dazzling in Chen Ping’s eyes, as if countless golden needles were stuck in his retina, making him feel inexplicably irritable.
Chen Ping was silent for a moment, staring at the looming palace group on the top of the mountain, as if he wanted to see the truth inside through the layers of prohibitions.
“Go up.”
His voice was so flat that there was no trace of waves, but it was unquestionably firm, like gold and stone falling to the ground.
Yun Yao was startled, her brows furrowed, and she said in a hurried voice: “But the young man said that the god is in retreat, and no one is allowed to disturb him, not even approach.”
If you force it up again, I am afraid it will lead to death. The mountain protection formation of the temple is famous for the fourteen heavens, which is by no means child’s play.
“Retreat?”
The corners of Chen Ping’s mouth rose slightly, evoking a faint arc.
There was no warmth in that smile, but there was a sense of sarcasm, “He said retreat, we believe it?” He said that we can’t go through the main gate, so we can really only look at the mountains and sigh?
He turned his head and looked at Yun Yao, with a hint of joke and determination flashing in his eyes: “What I said is that we want to go up, but not through the main gate.”
Yun Yao was stunned, her beautiful eyes full of doubts.
Don’t go through the main gate?
So how to go up?
The Holy Light Peak was surrounded by the “Nine Heavens and Ten Earths God Killing Array”, and it was said that even the strong people of the True Immortal Realm could not sneak in quietly.
At that time, there was a famous “Bloody Hand Slaughter” in the demon clan, who tried to sneak in from the side, but was twisted into meat paste by the formation, and there was not even a soul left.
Chen Ping didn’t explain, he just slowly raised his right hand.
In the palm of his hand, the golden light flickered slightly.
The light was not the pure golden yellow of the Holy Light Peak, but mixed with a hint of deep dark gold, as if flowing with ancient dragon blood, mysterious and ancient.
He closed his eyes, and his consciousness was like an invisible tentacle, instantly radiating and shrouded towards the Holy Light Peak.
At this moment, his world changed, and the originally indestructible barrier showed a different look in his eyes.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the Holy Light Peak is as solid as gold, with many prohibitions, like an iron bucket.
Anyone who tried to force the intruder would turn to flying ashes in that terrifying storm of spiritual power.
But in Chen Ping’s spiritual perception, those so-called “Nine Heavens and Ten Earths God Killing Array” were nothing more than a net woven by countless spiritual power lines.
These lines seem tight and seamless, but in fact there are countless nodes and connections.
And every node, every circulation of spiritual power, will produce small fluctuations.
For ordinary monks, these fluctuations were so small that they could not be captured at all.
“It’s too rough.” Chen Ping muttered in his heart, with a bit of disdain in his tone.
His consciousness swam along those spiritual lines like a fish swimming into the water, and soon found several extremely hidden flaws.
These flaws were not the design flaws of the formation itself, but the extremely subtle stagnation left by the person who arranged the formation when connecting the spiritual power of two different attributes.
It’s like a perfect picture, with an extra drop of undried ink in the corner, which is inconspicuous but destroys the overall harmony.
For ordinary monks, this stagnation is completely negligible, or even imperceptible.
But in Chen Ping’s eyes, this is like ink on a blank sheet of paper, extremely clear.
“I see.”
He opened his eyes, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen through the layout of this hundred years, “The foundation of this formation is actually borrowed from the original power of a fallen light-type monster beast.”
Unfortunately, the origin of the monster beast was not pure, mixed with a hint of yin and evil, causing the entire formation to stagnate for a moment every three hours, when yin and yang alternate.
This momentary stagnation is where the door of life is.
He calculated the time and looked up at the sky.
At this moment, it is three o’clock, and there is still half a pillar of incense before the alternation of yin and yang.
Time is running out and cannot be delayed.
“Follow me.”
His figure moved, turning into a faint golden streamer, and swept towards the side of the Holy Light Peak.
In that direction, it was the cliffs, the wind howled, and it was difficult for ordinary people to even stand, let alone climb.
Yun Yao hurriedly followed, but her heart was turbulent.
She looked at Chen Ping’s comfortable figure, only to feel that her cognition was subverted again and again.
The two went up along the mountain.
Chen Ping’s route was extremely tricky, picking out those weak places of prohibition that were invisible to the naked eye.
Sometimes, he would pass sideways between two boulders, which seemed to have only an inch of gap, but he just avoided the two intersecting killing formations;
Sometimes, he would stay next to a dead tree for a moment, and when a breeze blew, the leaves blocked the moment when the formation searchlight was obscured, and it passed quickly.
The guardian formations arranged by those gods were like empty in his eyes, as if they were the paths in his own backyard.
He is like a master walking in his garden, knowing every path and every trap well, and resolving thousands of crises in his leisure.