Yang Zhen curled his lips and saw the chicken feathers falling to the ground crookedly. He pointed to one of the forks in the road and said, "This is it!"

"How do you know this is it? What if you took the wrong way?" Jianmao obviously didn't believe what Yang Zhen said.

Yang Zhen was furious and said, "You may not believe in me, but you must believe in the power of science!"

"What the hell is science?" The mean cat was confused, pointing at the fallen chicken feather and said, "I just saw it, this chicken feather doesn't want to go this way at all!"

"That's because there is wind in this cave. If the wind blows out, the chicken feathers will certainly not go this way!" Yang Zhen looked very proud, and asked back: "Use your pig brain to think about it, will a cave with wind blowing out be a dead end?"

The mean cat exclaimed, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Is there such a thing?"

"Of course, this is what the great Nicholas Young's first law tells us. We must believe in the power of science!" Yang Zhen was very proud.

The mean cat was furious: "This is a unicorn brain, not a pig brain."

"You just realized it now, what's the difference between your brain and a pig's?" Yang Zhen curled his lips and took the lead to walk downwards.

Along the way, the mean cat was observing the surrounding environment. When the trio saw an extremely huge cave, the mean cat suddenly cried out in surprise: "Damn, you really guessed it right, this is actually the ancestral land of the ancient tribe!"

Yang Zhen was also surprised. The endless underground world in front of him seemed to be outside. Moreover, this place was not covered with ice and snow. The world that had been gradually melting was thriving. Waves of geothermal heat kept coming out from the ground. It was like a lush underground world, even more suitable for living than the above.

"The saint of this ancient clan really knows how to choose a place. She actually managed to find such an underground world. But why is there no ice sculpture here?" Yang Zhen asked hesitantly.

The mean cat laughed strangely, rubbing his hands and said, "Why do you care whether it's an ice sculpture or not? You're not stealing it. There are so many natural treasures here. If you don't steal them, it would be a shame for us to work so hard to find this place."

"No, why is there no one here?" Yang Zhen looked around vigilantly.

Such a rich place, but there is not a single person from the ancient tribe. This matter itself is dangerous.

Jianmao was also very puzzled, and looked at Yang Zhen and asked, "Are they all going to participate in the opening ceremony?"

"That doesn't mean they all have to go, right?"

The mean cat laughed loudly and said, "You don't know the Ancient Clan. They attach great importance to the opening ceremony. Everyone must participate, including the elderly and children. If they are holding the opening ceremony now, there must be no one here. What are you waiting for? There are so many good things. Take whatever you want."

Yang Zhen grabbed the mean cat and said seriously, "How can a person be so shameless?"

The cheap cat staggered when caught by Yang Zhen and looked at Yang Zhen suspiciously.

Yang Zhenyao said seriously: "At least leave something for the ancient clan."

"Leave...what to leave?" The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen blankly.

"For example... when you take spiritual plants, never pull them up by the roots. At least leave the roots so that they can grow outwards next year."

"You're right!" The mean cat agreed.

The two were discussing when they turned around and found that the chicken was gone. As they searched everywhere, the calf actually rushed out first and started pecking at a scarlet fruit.

"Damn it, you slut, you're a wasteful bastard!" Yang Zhen and Jianmao said in unison, looked at each other, and rushed down quickly.

After a full hour, the Zhenjimaojian trio looked back at the empty ancient clan's ancestral land with satisfaction, and laughed strangely at each other.

Buzz! A terrifying buzzing sound was heard, and the entire cave seemed to tremble. Yang Zhen's face changed, and he looked in the direction of the sound in surprise.

"It's over there!" The mean cat pointed.

…

Next to the ice palaces, waves of murderous energy swept across the entire cave, and everyone's face changed.

“Not good, what are these ancient clans doing?” Black Old Ghost’s expression changed repeatedly, staring at the violent evil spirit in the air and said in horror: “Such a terrifying evil spirit, once released, will definitely have an extremely bad impact on the minds of many cultivators present, and they may even become possessed by demons!”

"Those cultivators below the Divine Wandering Stage, leave here immediately!" Shang Yao roared, his face looking extremely ugly.

However, this roar was too late. The terrifying evil spirit swept over, covering the entire cave in the blink of an eye, along with many monks.

The expressions of Palace Master Liu and Lord Mo Feng suddenly changed. They looked at each other and took action one after another, setting up a ban on the spot to isolate all auras and protecting Mo Xueling and others.

Mo Xueling's face turned pale, and her expression became more and more painful. She said with difficulty: "This evil spirit can actually corrode the mind. Quick, stop them!"

The black old ghost shouted angrily: "Asshole, what are you doing?"

Hearing the roar of the old black ghost, everyone present was shocked and looked at the group of people from the ancient clan in horror.

All the cultivators below the Divine Wandering Stage had ferocious expressions on their faces, their entire faces turning the color of liver. It was obvious that they could not withstand the invasion of the evil spirit and were in great pain.

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If this goes on for a long time, once the evil spirit invades the mind, most of the cultivators below the wandering stage will turn into chaotic, living dead like zombies.

Ordinary cultivators have no way to control evil spirits, which makes them completely different from those people from the ancient clans who use evil spirits to strengthen their bodies.

Everyone rushed towards the ice sculpture, trying to stop the ancient people from opening the sky. If all the evil spirits were released, not to mention those who were in the state of trance, even the strong people in the tribulation period present would find it difficult to bear.

The old man of the Ancient Clan snorted coldly: "Sha Qi is a unique cultivation method of our clan. I have tried to persuade you before, but you are stubborn and stubborn. For the sake of a group of ice palaces, you don't care about the lives of many cultivators. Who can you blame?"

Hei Laogui, Shang Yao and the others' faces changed after hearing this. Looking at the many cultivators who were frantically attacking the ice sculpture restriction but were always blocked more than three meters away, they said in a deep voice: "Clan of the Ou, I don't care what clan you are from, whether it's the Shangheng Secret Clan or the Shangheng Ancient Clan. Now that many cultivators are still present, you must stop opening the sky!"

The old man laughed loudly, glancing at everyone and said, "Stop opening the sky, you are so delusional. Since you are so stubborn, then all of you will die here, including you who are in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. I once thought that it was not easy for you to cultivate, but who would have thought that you would be so determined to die? There are some things that mortals like you cannot touch!"

"My fellow Taoists, follow me to break this ice sculpture restriction!"

Boom! Another terrifying murderous aura erupted, and the people of the Ou Clan looked at everyone coldly, with disdain and mockery on their faces.

At this moment, Xiao Bingmei suddenly came slowly, expressionless, took a deep look at the hysterical monks, turned to the elder of the Shu clan and said: "Elder, leave the rest to Nuoyu!"

A trace of pity flashed across the elder's eyes, and he wanted to pat Xiao Bingmei's shoulders with trembling hands, but he forced himself to hold back, turned his head and said, "Child, the tribe is sorry for you!"

A pure and innocent smile appeared on Xiao Bingmei's face, as pure and free as the spring rain in the bamboo forest.

“This is my life!”

As she spoke, Little Ice Sister slowly turned around and walked towards the ice sculpture with a resolute attitude. Countless blood and energy suddenly burst out of her body, dancing like hair, and two drops of crystal tears fell down and landed on the ground.

A voice that seemed to come from an empty valley and icy plains was heard: "If it is possible, I... don't want to die!"

As soon as the voice came out, all the members of the Xu clan were shocked.

Yang Zhen was stunned on a hilltop, and turned to ask Jianmao: "Oh, so sad, what are they going to do?"

(End of this chapter)