The old ghost led Jiang Li and others into a residential building, where a woman was lying on the ground, shaking violently.

This woman was also affected by the aura of the Yin-Yang twins, so she must be a ghost. But she was still able to maintain her sanity, which was a rare thing.

The old ghost stepped forward and showed a red rope on his wrist. He raised his hand and the woman turned into a shadow and was taken into the red rope.

Why does this red rope look so familiar?

Isn’t this the same routine as ghost marriage?

Jiang Li understood what was going on when he saw this. This guy was a ruthless person.

Ghosts are easy to carry, simple to train, and cost-effective. Many cultivators would try to raise ghosts to drive them. Jiang Li himself has millions of ghosts.

But this guy really seduced a female ghost in Fengdu City and married her.

No wonder he was able to stay in Fengdu City for so long, and was able to obtain information about the underground palace and secretly prepare a secret passage. It turned out that he had slept with a local resident and made him surrender. How awesome!

But this little thing is not worth their time.

The old ghost took them to the inner room, where the yin energy was obviously much stronger than outside.

The short distance of several dozen steps from inside to outside was covered with layers of sleight of hand.

The old ghost held up a command flag, and they passed through layer after layer of obstacles and saw a hole that was obviously dug forcibly.

Different from the coldness above, what came from the bottom of the cave were streams of scorching steam, the kind that could be used to steam buns in a few steamers.

Feeling the heat rising from below, everyone's faces looked unhappy.

This kind of steam alone is fine. As long as they use spiritual energy to protect their bodies, they can isolate themselves from this temperature which is not very high.

But the air inside was too polluted, and the normal spiritual energy was so sparse that it was almost undetectable in such a polluted environment.

This means that after they go down, they will no longer be able to use the spiritual energy of the environment to regulate their breathing and recover.

In this damn place, there is no way to open the storage bag. Even if they still have one or two bottles of recovery pills on them, they can't help them recover much spiritual energy.

You have to know that this trip is not for tourism, the danger level below will only be more severe than they imagined.

But in this situation, they had to be careful with their use of spiritual energy. Once their spiritual energy was exhausted and they were surrounded by unfamiliar monks, they would probably die.

"The place we're going to is a dungeon. You can't fly in there. Be prepared."

"If there are evil spirits haunting them, you must be more ferocious and cruel than them, and then they will give way."

After saying that, he jumped down the hole first.

The cave was bottomless. After hesitating for a moment, the other monks also jumped down one after another.

Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. Now that we have come to this point, we cannot back down just because of this problem.

Jiang Li was not afraid of this. He controlled his clone and jumped into the cave.

The scorching air continued to surge up, and their bodies continued to fall.

The depth of this underground palace is far more exaggerated than Jiang Li had imagined.

After falling for more than ten breaths, they saw a flickering light below, just like the twinkling stars in the sky, except that these lights were located below them.

Jiang Li controlled his clone to mobilize his spiritual energy, and the downward momentum suddenly slowed down. But just like Lao Gui said, it was indeed impossible to fly in the air here. He could only slow down his body as it continued to fall.

After escaping the cave, he fell into a hot steam. Looking down, he saw that the twinkling starlight below was actually a large number of sharp knives and swords.

On those sharp blades, there were some corpses that had turned into bones.

If you fall into it, even if you don't die, you will inevitably be pierced by dozens of holes.

He quickly took out a mud ball, activated it with spiritual energy and threw it downwards. The mud ball exploded in the air and in the blink of an eye it turned into a puppet more than three meters tall, which became the foothold of the sword cultivator's clone.

These are the remaining puppets that were not enlightened in time when I was in Momen. They are all high-quality golden elixir-level stuff.

These puppets that had not been enlightened in time did not participate in the war, and that is why they were able to survive after Qianluo Dizang.

After the puppet landed and caught Jiang Li, it flexibly moved a few steps to the side to avoid being hit by the cultivator behind it.

However, not all the monks behind had such good reaction speed.

Some of them used some means to stop themselves on the edge of the knife.

Some failed to dodge in time and were hit by the people behind them, while others did not have time to slow down and plunged headfirst into the mountain of knives. The sound of knives entering flesh continued to be heard, making the scalp of the listeners numb.

We had just come in and there was already a reduction in staff.

Jiang Li looked at the blood flowing to his feet, lowered his head and observed carefully. Those swords growing from the ground were all refined weapons. The quality was quite good, and the hardness and sharpness could reach the level of magic weapons.

He controlled the puppet, broke off several sword spikes on the ground, clamped the sword spikes in his hand with his sword fingers, and swung them twice quite smoothly.

Now that he doesn't have his flying sword in his hand, he can use these broken sword blades as a temporary substitute.

If you tie the broken sword to the sole of your shoe, you can also move directly by stepping on the tip of the blade.

"Old ghost, I've never heard you say there's a knife array under the cave, what do you mean?"

Wait until all fifty people have fallen down.

Some people couldn't help but attack Lao Gui. Not telling him this kind of information was obviously intentional.

"If they can't even handle this little sword formation, there's no point in keeping them. It's better for them to stay here and help us solve a lot of troubles."

The old ghost didn't care at all. He couldn't even call out the names of these people. What did their life or death have to do with him? "Besides, if I were you, I wouldn't stay around them."

The old ghost was hinting at something.

Not long after he finished speaking, a dense rustling sound was heard around him.

From several surrounding corridors, large thumb-sized black spots were rapidly rushing towards this side.

Everyone's face changed immediately and they all ran to the old ghost.

The old ghost sprinkled a large amount of yellow powder around everyone.

It seemed that those black spots would not approach the powder. Attracted by the smell of blood, they all swarmed towards the dead bodies on the ground.

"Corpse worm!"

Someone couldn't help but scream. The dense black beetles crawled onto a corpse, and in just two breaths, the flesh and blood on the corpse disappeared, leaving only a skeleton covered with clothes.

Some monks, seeing the corpse worms gathered together, wanted to burn them to death with fire spells, but were quickly stopped by others.

"Let's go. Once they finish eating, they will start chasing us."

The old ghost was also a ruthless person. He deliberately did not tell everyone about the situation below. He wanted to kill a few people on purpose and use their bodies to attract these troublesome corpse worms.

The group walked around the pile of black beetles in the middle and headed forward toward one of the corridors.

The place where they landed was a dungeon, where were imprisoned a large number of ghosts who were believed to have committed crimes in their lifetime.

For example, those who embezzle public funds for personal gain, accept bribes, steal, rob, commit murder, engage in arson, engage in prostitution, bully the weak, kidnap women and children, falsely accuse and slander others, and try to seize other people's property and wives... and so on and so forth, will all be thrown here to be punished.

Cut by knives, steamed, eaten by insects, and hungry, the ghosts here suffer torment every day.

Not to mention the ghosts who only have souls but no physical body to protect them, even the monks who have spiritual energy to protect them would feel very uncomfortable in such an environment.

Soon, bursts of unpleasant ghost cries were heard from the front, and ugly ghosts were wandering everywhere on the roadside.

They wailed as they crawled on the ground covered with blades. They looked in agony, as if they were going to die in the next second, but these ghosts in this dungeon would not die easily, even if they were attacked by spells.

After seeing Jiang Li and other living people arrive, they all looked over here, having already lost their rational eyes.

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Don't get me wrong, they have been tortured for years and simply want to eat these people alive.

Countless ghosts surrounded them, and Jiang Li and his team's originally slightly loose formation was squeezed into a tighter one.

This is probably an important reason why that old ghost tried so hard to recruit independent cultivators to form a team.

If he was the only monk present, no matter how fierce he was, he would have been swallowed up long ago, without even a bone left.

But even with such a group of monks here, they still couldn't scare off these ghosts.

Snap! A python whip with crackling electric light swung out and hit two ghosts. One of them fell to the ground and wailed, and only one turned into ashes on the spot.

"Everyone take turns!"

When one ghost was beaten to death, the other evil ghosts visibly shrank back and temporarily stopped approaching, but they had no intention of dispersing.

Everyone knew that this couldn't go on any longer.

They all took out their magic weapons and took turns attacking the ghosts around them.

However, due to environmental problems, they were unable to recover on their own, and the spiritual energy they used was reduced. Therefore, no one dared to use powerful spells, and they only used intimidation as the main method, and carried out minimal attacks.

Those evil ghosts were few in number and rather timid at first, so after being attacked for a while, they retreated a distance.

But as more and more ghosts gathered around, they became bolder and bolder, and the scattered attacks from the monks were no longer enough to scare them away.

The pace of progress became slower and slower, until finally I couldn't move at all.

Looking at the expressions of the monsters around, I was afraid that if I relaxed for a moment, they would all rush over.

"Don't hold back. If you continue like this, we'll all die here!"

A monk shouted, urging others to take action.

But who would easily do something that would harm oneself and benefit others?

"Then hurry up and do it! What are you waiting for?"

"My spells are useless. I can't deal with too many ghosts at once. Otherwise, I would have taken action long ago!"

"You can say whatever you want now. If we use up all our spiritual energy, we will be the ones to die."

In this situation, retaining a little more spiritual energy means having more confidence. No one wants to suffer a loss.

Just as they were arguing, several black hands suddenly reached out, grabbed a monk, dragged him into the group of ghosts, and began to bite him frantically.

"I can help clear the way for everyone, but you must first give me a Xuan-level flying sword, and each person must give me a bottle of Qi-recovery pill."

The sword cultivator's clone suddenly spoke in the crowd, quieting down everyone who was about to start an internal conflict.

"You want a Xuan-level flying sword and a bottle of elixir for each person after just one move. Are you crazy?"

Some people sneered at Jiang Li's words. Although Xuan-level magic weapons were very common in Jiang Li's eyes, for ordinary people, Xuan-level magic weapons were not easy to find.

"Then give you a mysterious magic weapon."

Hearing this, the man remained silent.

"Brother, you can't use storage magic weapons in this place. No one has extra magic weapons. I can't give you too many pills. I'll give you one Qi-recovering pill each. Other than that, let's change the conditions."

When the old ghost saw that someone was willing to help, he quickly spoke up to persuade them.

"Then if there is any harvest later, I want to be the first to choose."

Jiang Li did not force it and simply changed the condition.

The other cultivators around, seeing that it was a blank check for the future and they didn't have to pay too much, and the current situation was very critical, took out their worst energy-recovering pills and agreed.

Jiang Li had not had much expectation for this group of rabble. If he did not take action, the haunted house would really rush over and even he would feel very busy.

After getting a bottle of useless medicine, he walked to the front of the team. Using the sword-controlling technique, he controlled three broken swords to float in front of him. Then three balls of black and white flames floated out from between his eyebrows and landed on the flying swords.

Go! Three broken swords with cold flames of ghost lanterns flew forward, and all the ghosts that were touched were entangled by cold flames. In just a moment, they all turned into flying ashes and scattered on the ground.

The power of the ghost lantern's cold flame has been increasing day by day recently. Ordinary ghosts have no ability to resist at all when they are touched by it.

"Walk!"

The crowd had no time to panic at the power of Jiang Li's cold flame. Seeing that the road ahead was opened, they immediately urged their bodies to run forward.

The group of ghosts were frightened by Jiang Li's cold flame at first, but when they saw everyone running, they all rushed up again with roars. The slowest few monks were unfortunately surrounded again. They had no choice but to use spells to save themselves, hoping to make a way out like Jiang Li did.

But the ghosts were already approaching, and it was too late to take action now.

The screams of monks continued to be heard from the rear.

The characteristics of the ghosts here are that they bully the weak and fear the strong. They dare not attack a large group of people, but are all attracted by the screaming monks and rush in one direction.

Thanks to the sacrifices of those people, the future for Jiang Li and others became much easier.

They kept moving forward at a high speed, not giving the ghosts any chance to gather, and soon they saw a bronze gate in front of them.

"Go out from there and you can enter the underground palace!"

(End of this chapter)