Two days later.

Mu Feng rushed out of the colorful cloud area and saw the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is about 500 meters away from him, and there is a colorful pagoda standing there.

Strangely, this colorful pagoda is surrounded by a huge phantom of dragons.

"It's luck! What a huge luck!"

Mu Feng's pupils shrank, staring at the dragon's phantom on the surface of the colorful pagoda. He could see at a glance that the dragon's phantom was the result of the substantial luck.

Only with a huge enough fortune can the shadow of the dragon be formed.

I'm afraid the luck contained in this pagoda is much greater than any of the three stone statues in the first level.

Wow, swow, swow! At the same time, more and more people broke through the fog in the colorful clouds and mist, and they immediately discovered the colorful pagoda at the top of the mountain.

Of course, they immediately felt the surging luck in the dragon's phantom, and their breathing became rapid.

Mu Feng looked around and found many acquaintances, including Zhao Ziye of the royal family, Ying Hong and others, Jing Chengren of the Liangyi Sword Sect, Manzhu of the Demon Sect, Pudu of the Thousand Buddhas of the Buddhas, Jie Ji of the Aurora Sect and other geniuses of the top emperor-level forces have basically arrived this time.

Many teammates who were scattered at the beginning rushed out of the colorful clouds and found their teammates' positions, and gathered together to form a small team again.

For example, the royal team, Liangyi Sword Sect, the Demon Sect, the Four Major Domains and other top emperor-level forces, the basic personnel are not damaged, so the team is relatively complete.

Many teams have a serious shortage of people, some have only three or four people, and some have only two or three people.

The worst thing is that there is only one person left, such as Mu Feng.

He looked around but couldn't find any players from the Tiansha Empire.

However, he was not surprised. After all, the players of the Tiansha Empire were not strong. The only one who was strong enough was Zhuge Wusha, but it was also a bit difficult to break out of the colorful clouds.

"I really didn't expect that there was such a pagoda at the top of this mountain. The luck contained on it was so exciting! As long as I obtained the luck above, I will definitely advance to the second level!"

A warrior's eyes were filled with greed. He stared at the colorful pagoda, stepped lightly on his feet, jumped, and couldn't wait to rush towards the pagoda on the top of the mountain.

With this warrior taking the lead, many warriors who rushed out of the colorful clouds and mist also rushed to the colorful pagoda.

Mu Feng's eyes flashed, but he did not move, but observed silently.

He had become accustomed to the crisis-ridden environment where puppets were everywhere in the colorful clouds and mist. He suddenly rushed out of the colorful clouds and mist, but it was such a quiet and peaceful scene, which made Mu Feng feel doubtful.

As cautious as Mu Feng, there were many players on the scene. Not far away, Zhao Ziye, Ying Hong, the witch Manzhu, Buddha Zi Pudu, Suo Wuyi and other seed contestants of this fortune dispute were all still on the move.

At this moment, the first warrior had already reached the top of the mountain and was close to the colorful pagoda.

The moment he took off the jade pendant, a cold light flashed, and then his body stiffened, and then he fell to the ground.

Mu Feng looked and found that the person had been cut in half, and his intestines were mixed with blood scattered all over the ground.

The dozens of people who followed did not notice the first person being killed, and still rushed over frantically.

When they approached, they realized that it was too late. Cold lights whizzed past everyone like flying sand and stones.

Dozens of warriors were cut into pieces before they even reacted, and blood spilled all over the ground, looking bloody and terrifying.

Some of the warriors who did not arrive stopped after seeing the tragic situation of the dozens of warriors, and then retreated frantically to the rear.

"What's going on?"

"I didn't notice the fluctuations of spiritual power just now, why were they cut into pieces?"

"..." The retreating warrior was full of fear and looked at the bloody scene around the Colorful Pagoda. They were shocked and puzzled, unable to understand how these people died.

"It's silk thread!"

After Mu Feng observed carefully, he found clues. There were dense silk threads covering more than ten meters around the colorful pagoda.

These threads are very slender, and even warriors with sharp facial features are difficult to detect.

What is even more commendable is that such a slender thread was not broken after so many people crashed into it. It can be seen that the material of this thread is extraordinary.

"What a group of idiots! If luck can be obtained so simply, this battle of luck will be meaningless!"

Zhao Ziye shook his head, his eyes cold and disdainful, and he was very despised by those warriors who had deceived their reason because of greed.

"These silk threads are very special, and they can easily cut the body of the powerful Wuzong. Even if we are not prepared, there may be casualties!"

Ying Hong was afraid of authenticity.

Zhao Ziye looked at the colorful pagoda with fiery eyes and said, "The luck contained in this pagoda should be as high as two quasi-emperor emperor bases! This luck must be obtained, and we will distribute it at that time."

Ying Hong, Zhu Tiancai, Liu Yuanhua and other princes also nodded with bright eyes.

Jing Chengren, the witch Manzhu, Jie Ji, Buddha Zi Pudu, Luo Xuanji and other powerful men led their own teams, and were all scattered outside the colorful pagoda, silently observing the distribution of silk threads around them.

But the other teams retreated far away, and the scene just now completely scared them.

Mu Feng was also observing silently, but his eyebrows kept frowning because he found that the silk threads around the Colorful Pagoda were dense, almost airtight, and there was no flaw at all.

Crack! Suddenly, a strange sound of a mechanism turning sounded in the air.

"Look! The colorful pagoda has moved!"

Someone shouted, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

I saw that the colorful pagoda was constantly changing. The material of the forged tower body was flowing rapidly like liquid. The colorful pagoda transformed into a colorful giant dozens of feet high.

The phantom of the dragon was constantly surfing and wandering on the surface of the colorful giant, making a series of shocking long roars.

Wow, swow! At the same time, bursts of sounds of breaking through the air sounded in the air, sweeping across the sky at an extremely fast speed and spreading towards the top of the mountain.

Mu Feng's face changed drastically, and a strong crisis arose in his heart. He used "Ten Thousand Shadows Without Traces" to turn into afterimages in the void, avoiding the countless silk threads waving from the colorful giants.

More than ten seed players including Zhao Ziye, Ying Hong, Witch Manzhu, Jing Chengren, etc., reacted very quickly, and each used his body skills to avoid them, and they all avoided them blindly.

Some of the close-knit warriors with weak strength were completely unresponsive, and they were cut into pieces by countless silk threads, and blood scattered in the mountains and forests.
Chapter completed!