Then, Kobe Ichiro and others changed clothes in the house, pretended to be mountaineering tourists, left the hot spring together, and drove to Mount Fuji.

It was midsummer, and the temperature at the fifth station was still not high, around 5 degrees Celsius.

Zhang Yuanqing saw many scenic spots and buildings along the way, as well as an endless stream of tourists, private cars and buses coming and going.

If you have time, you can bring your aunt or Guan Ya to play. He murmured to himself.

Of course, he wasn't keen on traveling, so he thought about it and forgot about it.

As you climb Mount Fuji, you gradually move away from buildings and tourists, and there are fewer and fewer people.

Breaking away from the crowd, they no longer limited their speed, and ran at high speed in the mountains. The plants became scarcer as they went up. Ten minutes later, they stopped in the area near the "white head".

There are no plants here anymore, and as far as the eye can see, it is full of dark brown soil and stones.

The destination has arrived.

As a mountain god, Watanabe Yoshita squatted down and said loudly:

"I'm about to open the passage, and I will fall about two to three hundred meters. This depth is a challenge that cannot be ignored even for the saints. Protect yourselves, everyone."

After the voice fell, the ground under everyone's feet collapsed, revealing a bottomless pothole.

After a group of seven people fell into it, the pothole closed automatically, like a monster closing its mouth.

It was pitch black and fell quickly, and Gujun Fujin threw fireballs downward, illuminating the dark pit and bringing light to everyone.

In the blink of an eye, the bottom of the passage was in sight.

Kobe Ichiro reminded:

"be prepared."

Swordsman Ryuzaki grabbed his samurai sword and prepared to use the weapon as a pick to slow down the falling speed.

Alchemist Yosuke Onodera took out the jet pack in a panic.

When everyone was busy preparing to land, suddenly there was a "woo" from the bottom of the pit, and a terrible hurricane blew up. The frenzied and powerful air flow counteracted the falling gravity, making everyone fall safely like light and fluttering leaves.

"call!"

Huojin, the ancient county of Huomo, raised his palm, ignited a fireball, and dispelled the darkness.

Everyone looked at Yuanshi Tianzun's hands. There is no doubt that this is a prop of the wind mage.

It can set off such a strong wind, the quality is not low.

While everyone was examining the Gale Warrior's gloves, Zhang Yuanqing's eyes penetrated the darkness and saw clearly the scene at the bottom of the pit.

This is a huge grotto with interlaced layers of hard rock and soil. Right in front of it stands a huge stone statue with huge wings, three legs and feathers carved into flames.

It has only one eye, and there is no pupil in the eye socket, but a sunken round hole, and the pattern inside the hole is exactly the same as the disc.

Seeing this statue, a mythical creature�the three-legged Golden Crow flashed in Zhang Yuanqing's mind.

"Yuanshi-kun!" Kobe Ichiro stepped forward and stood side by side with him: "Open Gao Tianyuan."

Zhang Yuanqing said "Hum", took out the disc from his backpack, and it turned into a dreamlike starlight and dissipated. JrNovels.com