The newly proposed conditions are so simple that they cannot even be called conditions.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Gong, I at Shengxian Peak will do my utmost to protect your safety."
The young man in purple agreed verbally, then took out a stack of life-saving talismans and handed them over to show his sincerity.
Wangxian Peak, Piaoxue Palace, and Wanmai Sword Sect also followed suit and sent out their own life-saving magic weapons.
The cultivator surnamed Gong looked carefully at the things given by the four parties, but a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
She knew that these people could break the agreement at any time after entering the bronze door.
But she had no choice.
She had few cards left, and who knew how many dangers lay behind the bronze door. She was powerless to protect herself, so she could only seek shelter.
But choosing which side to seek refuge has become another problem.
After considering for a moment, the cultivator named Gong took the talisman from the purple-robed young man.
She didn't recognize anything given by the other three parties; only the talisman gave her a sense of familiarity.
The young man in purple immediately smiled and threw out eight jade bottles readily.
Although the other three parties were unhappy, they did not show it and each took back their life-saving magic weapons.
Monk Gong put away the jade bottle and looked up, saying, "The entrance is narrow. We might as well widen it and go in together to prevent any accidents."
This made sense, and everyone agreed. They gathered in front of the door and performed magic seals.
Amid the roar of the bronze door moving, Xiang Sheng pinched his hands together and casually cast two seals. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dong Jinghuan calmly bypass a group of wandering cultivators and follow behind the group of disciples from Shengxian Peak.
There are many people who do the same thing as him, and their purpose is self-evident.
It is better to follow a team that knows the owner of the palace well than to run around randomly on your own.
The disciples of Shengxian Peak were not blind, so they naturally saw the commotion, but they had no intention of stopping it.
Xiang Sheng thought about it and followed behind the Shengxian Peak team, but he set off too late and his position was very far behind.
As a result, the team of independent cultivators fell apart, and the team of Shengxian Peak became unprecedentedly large.
At this moment, the roar in the bronze door subsided and it was completely open.
The purple-robed youth was full of vigor and enthusiasm. "All disciples, listen up! Form a defensive formation and enter the palace!"
At his command, everyone on Shengxian Peak made hand gestures together, and lines of true energy appeared under their feet, connecting into one, and rushed into the bronze gate.
The monk surnamed Gong tore open a defensive talisman, which turned into a transparent protective shield covering his body, and followed closely behind.
The other three groups of people were not far behind and entered from the other side.
Xiang Sheng casually cast a true energy shield and stepped into the bronze door. The footsteps in his ears immediately disappeared, replaced by silence.
Xiang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a square, dark corridor came into view.
Everyone who came in was there, and they all stayed where they were, without making any rash movements or noises.
Taking advantage of the free time, she glanced around and saw that the corridor was extremely spacious and could accommodate a hundred people walking side by side.
The stone walls on both sides of the corridor are inlaid with colorful luminous stones, but the light they emit can only reach about ten feet away on both sides.
Going further, it was as if the light was swallowed up by some kind of existence. Even if you use all your eyesight, you can't see what's going on in the middle of the corridor.
Not long after, the team in front moved, but without making any sound, and no one dared to release their spiritual sense.
Xiang Sheng fell at the end of the team, his footsteps making no sound as he floated to the stone wall on the right side of the corridor. He observed the distribution of light stones on the wall while recalling the records on the jade slip.
There are not many records about the palace in the jade slips, but from the words between the lines, it is not difficult to infer the general map of the palace.
The corridor they are in now should be the main road of the palace.
There should be small paths on both sides of the main road, leading to important places in the palace.
If the estimate is correct, the team ahead will be able to see the first side passage about ten feet ahead.
Soon, the distance of ten feet was reached, but the team in front did not stop at all.
Xiang Sheng frowned slightly.
The monk surnamed Gong should be familiar with the layout of the roads in the palace, so why didn't he stop?
She did not say anything and followed the team silently. When she reached a distance of ten feet, she did not see any side roads, but only a wall.
Xiang Sheng's eyes darkened, and countless thoughts emerged in his mind.
Was there something wrong with the jade slip? Or had something unexpected happened here, causing the side path to disappear?
Although the cultivator named Gong was clever, he was not very cunning. Otherwise, he would not have been defeated so quickly and even revealed his true colors when facing the threats from the Demon Lord of Scattered Souls and the three major sects.
There should be no problem with the jade slip given by this person, so the problem is the palace?
Just imagine that the soul cultivator was trapped here, so it is understandable that he made some changes.
The Hunyuan Secret Realm in ancient times should have been more dangerous than it is now.
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng immediately thought of the red-gold essence mentioned in the Sword Sect's jade slip.
Although it may not be the red-gold essence, there may be other similar things in the ancient Hunyuan Secret Realm.
The soul cultivator changed the arrangement, probably in the end to defend against the enemy, so closing off all the side roads seemed to be a natural thing to do.
If the defense is like this, what about the offense?
Xiang Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately began to grope quickly along the original stone wall of the side passage.
At the same time, the monk named Gong walked in front of the team along the left stone wall. He appeared calm and composed on the surface, but his heart was extremely confused.
She had studied the daily records in the jade slips for many years, so naturally she knew the layout of the palace better than Xiang Sheng, and even had some guesses about where the side passage led to.
She originally wanted to lead people directly to the alchemy room, cause a fight, and escape in the chaos, but she didn't expect that the side roads on both sides of the main road had all disappeared.
She didn't dare to doubt that there was something wrong with the record in the jade slip, and she didn't dare to doubt that she had misunderstood it. Otherwise, she really didn't know how to go on this road.
"At the end of the right path, there should be an intersection leading to various parts of the palace..."
She suppressed her panicked thoughts, quickened her pace to the front, and suddenly stepped on something soft and sticky.
The cultivator surnamed Gong froze in place. The young man in purple noticed something was wrong and immediately raised his hand to ask everyone to stop. He then squatted down with the spirit stone lamp in his hand.
In the dim white light, a human face suddenly came into view.
The purple-robed and green-robed man's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked carefully, and soon recognized that the face on the ground was one of the wandering cultivators who had just barged in.
His expression was solemn as he moved the spirit stone lamp along the chin of the human face.
Soon, a complete human face appeared clearly in everyone's eyes.
Everyone was so frightened that even their breathing became lighter.
This person obviously died a very tragic death, as if something had crushed his body, turning it into this thin piece of human skin stuck to the ground.
There is more than one independent cultivator coming in, where are the others?
Before everyone could sort out their thoughts, suddenly, a monk who specialized in hearing training in the crowd moved his ears, his face slightly changed: "What sound?"
The sound was very light, but it seemed a bit harsh in the silent corridor.
Everyone's heart was lifted and they listened attentively. Sure enough, they heard the faint sound of orderly footsteps.
I don’t know if it was because of the man’s voice that startled him, but the footsteps seemed to be a bit faster than before, and the sound was clearer.
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