"Ahem!" Zhang Yuanqing cleared his throat and said, "In difficult dungeons, sometimes risking one's life is the only way. Not every crisis can be solved by a trick. It's okay to just enter the hall. I'm still not sure. rest assured."
He looked at the attics and quiet rooms and said, "There may be other clues in the living area. I plan to control the corpse to go in and have a look."
Although drones are excellent scouts, drones cannot perform precise operations, and Fu Qingyang's puppets cannot share the field of view. The Yinyi of the Night Walker is the best, which is equivalent to a clone.
Zhang Yuanqing took out Little Red Riding Hood and shook off two corpses. One was an extraordinary bewitching demon wearing broken armor, and the other was Princess Yin Yao in slim jeans and a light-colored T-shirt.
Princess Yinyao looked around, raised her trumpet, and muttered, "Are you entering the dungeon again?"
As an ancient practitioner, she couldn't bear the copy frequency of a spiritual practitioner.
Who can bear the life-and-death crisis that comes every now and then? Ancient practitioners believed in being ascetic and practicing in the mountains, staying away from the world of mortals. Even if they were limited by their talents and could not become powerful figures, they could still be at ease in the world.
The spiritual realm walkers are better, they are either fighting or preparing to fight, like a bunch of curly dogs.
"You are a common disciple, if you follow me, the master's direct disciple, you will benefit from you in the future." Zhang Yuanqing patted Yin Yao's cold shoulders and controlled the Inferi into the plains.
He walked quickly and went straight to the attic on the right.
This attic has an obvious Tang Dynasty style, with large brackets, thick pillars, and a single, neat color palette that is not dull.
Gorgeous but not delicate, it exudes a dignified atmosphere that is not found in Song Dynasty architecture. The door of the attic is not a lattice door, but a sliding door similar to that of an island country.
Zhang Yuanqing climbed up the steps and tried to open the sliding door, only to find that after endless years of dust, the door had long been stuck.
He simply kicked the wooden door into pieces. As the things inside the building came into view, the only smart eye on the face of the Inferi was slightly condensed.
There were corpses everywhere in the attic, and all the corpses were separated. Their heads were decapitated while escaping, their bodies were lying down, or their heads rolled off.
I didn't understand what happened for a moment, and my body fell to the ground. Some fell at the door, some fell in the house, and some fell on the steps leading to the ring building.
The floors and straw mats were rotten and moldy, and the air was filled with a putrid smell.
The clothes on his body have long been chlorinated and faded, like rags wrapped around his body, but the flesh and blood of the corpse are only shriveled and wrinkled after experiencing long time, and the same is true for the head.
"These should be the disciples of Shushan. Are they all dead in the house?" Zhang Yuanqing was secretly shocked.
Shushan was the celestial sect of the Tang Dynasty. Bad Shuai once borrowed the White Emperor's Crown from Shushan. It would never be low for Badou Shuai, a demigod, to borrow the top level of Shushan.
I dare not say that there is a peak master, but there must be a high-ranking master, and there is more than one. Such a force was the most popular in the Tang Dynasty.
"As long as the imperial court does not launch a large army to encircle and suppress the family, it is almost impossible to destroy them. If they encounter a strong enemy, the corpses should be strewn all over the attic, the main hall and the house destroyed in the battle. But it is more like they are hiding in the attic to take refuge, but they still end up encountering Something unexpected happened, this is a bit scary!”
What kind of enemy frightened the then-top Shushan so much? Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing exited the attic and explored the grass under the eaves, trying to find traces of the formation. However, under the erosion of time, all traces disappeared.
Zhang Yuanqing returned to the attic and briefly searched the first floor, but found nothing except rotten furniture, furnishings and corpses.
Just as he was about to go to the building, suddenly, billowing black smoke came from outside the attic, and his vision quickly decreased until nothing could be seen.
"It's Yin Qi, powerful Yin Qi." Zhang Yuanqing continued to move forward in the dark for about two minutes, when he heard the faint sound of footsteps with some strange rhythm in his ears.
The next second, his vision returned to his teammates.
Woo~
Zhang Yuanqing groaned in pain and covered his head, with blue veins popping out on his forehead.
The palace owner was shocked, "What's wrong?"
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Part of the spirit body of the main Inferi was sealed and could not be recovered. "Zhang Yuanqing's face was covered with trembling veins and big beads of sweat rolled down his face. It was as if part of his spiritual body had been torn apart.
Hearing this, the expressions of the official, Chuan Qingyang Xiahou Aotian and Demon Eye King all changed.
Fu Qingyang frowned slightly: "I have already thought that after the black smoke surges, if we only choose one target at a time, the Inferi from Yuanshi can increase our survival rate infinitely."
"Now the effect of this strategy will be greatly reduced, or even unworkable. Every time an Inferi is lost, part of the soul will be sealed. Yuanshi will lose his memory and strength at the least, or lose his soul and go crazy in the worst case. The former becomes a walking zombie , the latter became a madman who does not recognize his relatives."
Xiahou Aotian immediately said: "Then use my drone to replace the drone. Humans and drones are dead things. It doesn't matter no matter how much the loss is."
The Demon Eye King said "Hey", "Then we need to test again. Test a set of data. Between intelligent intruders and non-intelligent intruders, who will Black Smoke attack first?"
At this time, Zhang Yuanqing had already used the magician's method to heal the trauma in his soul, and said, "Then try the first floor of the attic again. I haven't seen the second floor yet. There may be clues in it. This copy is very weird."
He told his teammates what Guangguo Guo saw. The corpses were separated and dead, and the Nanyuan disciples gathered together as if they were taking refuge.
What kind of enemy could force a fairy sect like Shushan into this situation? Everyone frowned and thought.
"I'll go." Princess Yinyao volunteered to share the pressure for the direct disciples of Sandao Mountain.
"No, my spirit body is more powerful than you think, and I can sense that the lost part of the spirit body has not been wiped out, but has been sealed!" Zhang Yuanqing pinched his swollen eyebrows and said, "Wait until the seal is lifted , that part of the spirit body can be taken back."
After saying that, he looked at Xiahou Aotian and said, "Follow me with a drone."
Xiahou Aotian immediately took out the black metal box, opened the lid, connected the nerve line, and controlled a drone to follow Yuanshi Tianzun into Nanyuan.
One advantage of small level copies is that if you have enough means, you can explore them slowly and have a strong fault tolerance rate.
Of course, after officially entering the dungeon, the meter will depend on the situation.
At least now, they have plenty of time.
Zhang Yuanqing led the drone to fly quickly and re-entered the attic. He saw his own corpse lying on the stairs, his head separated from his body.
The drone stopped in mid-air, equipped with a camera and descended, staring at the corpse. Xiahou Aotian's voice came from the speaker, "The death state is the same as the corpse. So it turned out that it was the footsteps that killed these Shushan disciples."
Zhang Yuan said "Hmm", stretched out his hand to touch the Yin Corpse, and said, "Part of my spirit body is in the Yin Corpse, but I can't take it back. It was sealed by a mysterious force."
"If you kill the physical body, the soul will be sealed in the body? This is not good news." Xiahou Aotian spoke in a low tone and quickly reported the situation here to his teammates outside.
"Go upstairs and have a look." Zhang Yuanqing stopped paying attention to his own corpse and quickly climbed up to the second floor three steps at a time.
The "eyes" of the drone returned to looking straight, and with the noise of the propeller, it followed Zhang Yuanqing lightly and quickly up the steps to the second floor. In the wide hall, there were more than a dozen headless people sitting cross-legged in rotten clothes. corpse.
They formed a circle and seemed to be meditating. They were obviously different from the crowd of corpses running around.
The heads of these meditators either rolled behind them, rolled in front of them, or fell between their legs.
"It's like, some kind of formation that requires multiple people to maintain. They used the formation to resist the crisis caused by the footsteps, but they failed." Xiahou Aotian's analysis sounded from the drone.
As a bachelor, he was very sensitive to battle tactics. Zhang Yuanqing said "Hmm".
"In the dungeon introduction, the black smoke escaping from the main hall enveloped Nanyuan. The footsteps, laughter and shouts in the black smoke were sharper than the swordsman's weapons."
"What is the essence of the footsteps? Or what is the identity?" As he spoke, he looked around and saw a low table on his left, with a headless corpse sitting cross-legged on the table.
The corpse's head rolls
It fell on the table, half of its face looking sideways at the stairs, which was a bit scary.
This corpse seems to be the master of the deceased and a member of the main formation.
There is no escape from bad luck either.
There is a bookshelf on the left side of the body, a potted plant on the right, and a sword hanging on the wall behind him. Zhang Yuanqing quickly checked it and found that they were all Shushankou sword cultivation secret books, some on swordsmanship, some on sword heart, and some on sword intention.
When he picked up the last book "Fan Yun Xi Sword Record", he found something in the secret book. I opened it and saw that it was a piece of letter paper. The pages were yellow and brittle, and the ink was dim.
"The bad commander personally declares: I am the old Xuanzhen of Nanyuan in Shushan Mountain. Since you borrowed the White Emperor's Crown, you said that you had found the opportunity to teach Chang Sheng. He went crazy like a man and immersed himself in the library, studying day and night. Every time he gained something, So he went out to visit immortals and seek the method of health.%
"Two years in a hurry. Half a month ago, he suddenly returned to the mountain gate, summoned us, and claimed to have discovered the secret of spiritual power failure in the ancient ruins. If it can be solved, it may be possible to change the world, allow the way of heaven to return, and spiritual power to reappear. By then, , everyone can be born, everyone can become an immortal. Afterwards, the leader will retreat in the back mountain."
"Seven days ago, the main peak was shrouded in black smoke and isolated from the world. There were ghosts and cries at night, just like a ghost. The three of us, Mr. Chang, tried our best to find no way out. I know that you have a close relationship with Mr. Suwen. , there was a mortal connection and I hope to help you, Shushan can survive this disaster."
After reading the letter, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head to look at the drone beside him and said, "It seems that the headmaster of Shushan discovered something in the ancient ruins and studied it randomly, which led to the destruction of the family. Well, this explains it. Yes, only ancient evil creatures can destroy a great sect like Shushan."
Xiahou Aotian asked, "Why is this letter for help hidden in the book? Shouldn't it be sent out?"
Just when Zhang Yuanqing was about to speak, Xia Hou Aotian said again: "Oh, it is said that Qingyang said that Ru Nanyuan was probably in the same situation as the main peak. It was enveloped and sealed by black smoke, so the distress letter could not be sent. These disciples in the attic His death also proves this."
Because I couldn't escape, I hid in the attic. Set up a formation in the hope that you can survive this disaster.
Zhang Yuanqing thought so too, but Fu Qingyang had already learned to answer quickly. What else could he say? So he sighed, "The bad handsome man looks like a sex critic like the devil."
"How to say?" Xiahou Aotian became interested.
"I entered a Tang Dynasty dungeon, and the protagonist in the background was a bad handsome man. According to the NPC gossip in the dungeon, the bad handsome man had an affair with the empress and also had an affair with the princess." Zhang Yuanqing said, "The devil also likes to have a mother and daughter together!"
Xiahou Aotian said: "I think it's different. The Demon Lord was corrupted by the Fallen Holy Grail and became insane. The bad handsome man was a man's favorite for other mothers and daughters."
How brave you are to slander a demigod like this! Zhang Yuanqing brought the topic back on track and said: "The information collected so far can only be used as a supplement to the background story. We still don't know what the enemy is. There is nothing wrong with this attic." It’s worth it. If you want to gain more information, you have to go to the main hall to have a look.”
While he was talking, ten minutes passed, and black smoke came in again.
Zhang Yuanqing heard the heavy footsteps with a strange rhythm again, and then he lost consciousness.
Outside the mountain gate, Zhang Yuanqing pressed his forehead with a hiss, hunched over, his body and face looking ferocious.
Xia Hou Aotian controlled the trajectory of the drone and flew out stably.
The test results are self-evident. Footsteps will prioritize attacking enemies with stronger power or intelligence.
This time, Zhang Yuanqing calmed down the pain of tearing his soul after soothing himself for a long time. He felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.
That is the memory taken away by the torn soul.
Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice, "The exploration ends here, we should enter Nanyuan. If we continue, Yuanshi's condition will become worse and worse, and he will be unable to cope with the major crises in the dungeon. In addition, many of Yuanshi's props cost spiritual energy. In the realm, when his spirit body becomes weaker and weaker, the cost of those props will come back and it will most likely kill him."
Naturally, Xiahou Aotian and others would not refuse. The five of them immediately entered Nanyuan and walked towards the Golden Dome Palace opposite the living area with clear goals.
"Creak!" Pushing open the nearly rotten palace door, this dusty
The hall sealed for endless years came into view.
On a high pedestal stands a statue of a woman wearing a toga. She had graceful eyebrows and a round face, and she was holding an iron sword with red spikes in her hand, which was already stained with rust.
The other hand holds a mottled yellow gourd.
The incense table was covered with thick dust, and the porcelain plate holding the tributes was rotten and turned black.
A grain of melon beam sleeps under the bright yellow curtain wall, and the pillars hang to introduce the life stories of female sculptures.
Nanyuan belongs to the Qianshu Mountain Pass Villa and is not the main peak. Naturally, the people enshrined in the hall are not gods, but predecessors who have made outstanding contributions in the history of the Shushan sect.
The person enshrined in the temple is named Yaoguang, the ninth headmaster of Shushan.
At that time, the second generation was stupid and cruel, plundering the people's fat and anointing, and the people of the world have been suffering for a long time.
The rebels of the Eighteenth Route Army revolted one after another, the order collapsed, and the demons in the world were dancing wildly.
There was once a rebel army that coveted the secret books and magic weapons at Shushan Pass and wanted to take them for themselves to add to their heritage in the Central Plains.
The headmaster Yao Guang led his disciples to resist and fought fiercely with the rebels for more than a month before repelling them.
She also injured her origin and died of illness the following year.
Shushan built the Yaoguang Hall for him, and engraved his deeds in the hall to receive incense from later disciples. Zhang Yuanqing and others groped in the Yaoguang Hall for a while, but did not gain any information, and any items they touched did not have item information.
This temple seems to be a background building.
