Chapter 57 Chapter 57 Where is the body?
Huo Xin immediately understood what she meant: "You mean, the man in the painting might not be a human, but a Buddhist flower demon?"
Yun Miao nodded and shook her head. She didn’t know what the Buddha Flower Demon was.
Tan Xiaobai had heard a little about it. It was rumored that the pagoda tree was a natural spiritual creature. There was only one pagoda tree in the world. When one died, another one would grow.
Because the flowers of the Buddha tree bloom all year round, and the monsters that come out of the tree all have beautiful faces, they are called Buddha flower monsters.
The fragrance of the pagoda flower can persuade people to be good and eliminate all evil desires in their hearts. The pagoda fruit can not only help people rebuild their bodies, but eating it can also help tribes that have difficulty in having children to conceive newborns.
In ancient times, dragons used the Buddha Fruit to reproduce with other demon tribes, expanding their populations. This is how the story of a dragon giving birth to nine sons, each one different, came about. Tan Xiaobai said, "These were stories my parents told me when I was little. I don't know if they're true or not."
Yun Miao said confidently, "The Buddha Tree definitely exists in the world, and the Yun family possesses the blood of the Buddha Flower Demon."
Huo Xin: "Maybe the three people from the Yun family have this kind of blood in their storage bags."
Tan Xiaobai: "But we can't get it from the Spider's Nest. This dead tree stump must have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, right? Do you think it still has blood?"
Yun Miao was a man of action. He simply picked up his tattered iron sword and looked at the tree roots on the ground.
With a clang, sparks flew everywhere.
Her tattered iron sword, which had endured so much along the way, finally couldn't bear the weight and broke into two pieces, but the tree root remained unharmed.
Yun Miao did not give up, and used the ladder to smash the tree roots again.
Bang!
The tree roots shook, but remained intact.
Huo Xin and Tan Xiaobai also tried, but finally found out helplessly that the problem was not whether the dead tree stump still had sap, but that they could not break its defense at all.
So there were only three options left for them.
One is to find the ghost spider's nest and the storage bags of the three Yun family members. However, if their current guess is wrong, and the condition for activating the white jade magnolia flower is not the blood of the pagoda flower demon, or if the storage bags of the three people do not contain this kind of blood, then everything will be over.
The second option is to move forward and look for other clues and ways out in the palace, but the danger ahead is probably no less than the ghost spider's nest.
The third option is to sit here and wait for the sect to come and rescue them, but if the group of demon cultivators come first, then they will be dead.
Yun Miao felt that she could not just sit there and wait for death, so she suggested that Huo Xin and Tan Xiaobai wait here while she went in to explore the way first, but Huo Xin and Tan Xiaobai firmly rejected the idea.
So Yun Miao could only put away the pile of debris, leaving only Yun Lujia's sword, and then flew towards the strange palace with the stubborn Huo Xin and Tan Xiaobai on the sword with his spiritual sense.
Along the way, they looked down vigilantly, fearing that the terracotta warriors, human-shaped lamps and the dead tree stump would move unusually. Fortunately, nothing happened in the end, and they landed safely in front of the door of the black and gray palace.
One of the two doors was completely open. Huo Xin motioned everyone to look down. There were obvious footprints and traces of the right door being pushed open among the thick dust on the ground.
Someone opened the right door before them and walked straight in. This person must be the young master of the demon sect mentioned by the demon cultivators.
Tan Xiaobai hesitated. Poison Lady and the others were so cruel. The young master of the Demon Cult must be even more cruel than Poison Lady and the others. What should they do if they run into the young master of the Demon Cult after entering?
Yun Miao took the opportunity to make a suggestion: "Why don't you retreat and I'll go in alone to explore the way..."
"no."
"Don't even think about it."
Huo Xin and Tan Xiaobai refused at the same time.
Tan Xiaobai changed his timid look and walked in first.
"The young master of the Demon Sect is nothing. I'm the second young master of the Tan family and the third strongest contender for the next leader of the Xuantian Sect. How can I avoid him? What a joke! Let's go and meet him."
Huo Xin put his hand on the hilt of the knife and walked in second.
Yun Miao sighed upon seeing this and quickly followed, "When did you become the third strongest contender for the next leader? How come I didn't know?"
Tan Xiaobai: "I named it myself. Boss, you're the first, and Senior Brother is barely second, so naturally I can only be third."
Huo Xin was speechless: "You guys are so boring."
Tan Xiaobai: "Even if you say so, I won't let you rank third."
Huo Xin said coldly: "I don't care."
Everyone walked into a large hall. It was so dark inside that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. A fireball appeared in Huo Xin's palm to provide light. They saw that the hall was made of black gold beams and dark stone walls.
However, compared to the human figurines and human-shaped lanterns that filled the ground outside the palace, this palace was empty, with neither furnishings nor candles for lighting.
The only thing left was a wall covered in peeling murals, likely depicting the life of Xinyi, with the bulk of the painting focusing on her interactions with Futu. Just by looking at the style of the murals, they knew they must have been painted by Futu.
They walked all the way into the hall, watching the contents of the murals around them constantly changing.
First there was a heroic nun, then a lively and cheerful girl, followed by a child holding a clay kitten with a bright smile, and finally a simple village, a woman with a kind smile and a giggling baby in her arms.
Because of these murals, they suddenly had the illusion that they were going upstream in the long river of time.
Because of these murals, they learned that the female cultivator named Xinyi liked to collect ceramic animal ornaments, dance with a spear in the snow, drink more than tasting tea, and play chess with Futu under a tree. If she lost, she would cheat and start over.
So when Yun Miao and the other two walked into the inner hall and saw the black gold coffin, even though they knew that the person had been dead for many years, they still couldn't help but sigh for the passing of this vibrant life.
Huo Xin: "We haven't encountered any danger along the way. Although it's a good thing...but I always feel something is wrong."
Tan Xiaobai guessed that the danger might be in this coffin. For example, as soon as they got close, the coffin lid would suddenly pop open, and the female corpse inside would immediately fly out and pinch their necks until they were as thin as chopsticks.
"I heard there's a type of demonic cultivator who enjoys practicing corpse refining. They can use some tricks to transform ordinary corpses into zombies. Ten years old becomes a white zombie, a hundred years old becomes a green zombie, five hundred years old becomes a black zombie, and a thousand years old becomes a flying zombie. What do you think this 100,000-year-old ancient zombie could be?"
Huo Xin believed that given Fu Tu's love for Xin Yi, it was impossible for him to turn her body into a zombie.
Yun Miao felt that since couples always insisted on being buried together, perhaps Futu would refine an avatar, or simply take a part of his body and bury it together with Xinyi. If this coffin had a preservation function, then they might be able to get Futu's blood from the coffin.
Huo Xin and Tan Xiaobai thought it made sense. They argued for a while and finally decided to let Yun Miao open the protective shield of the ladder to heaven, and the three of them worked together to open the coffin lid.
This black gold coffin was not sealed with coffin nails. Although the coffin lid was very heavy, after Yun Miao and the other two exerted all their strength, they were able to gradually push it open a crack.
Huo Xin raised the fireball in his hand to illuminate the space, and the three of them peered through the gap. They could vaguely see a young man with a feminine and beautiful appearance, dark circles under his eyes, lying inside with his eyes closed, his hands on his abdomen, his chest flat.
Huo Xin was stunned: "Who is this?"
Tan Xiaobai was also shocked: "Dead but not decayed, this is a ten thousand year old zombie!"
Yun Miao was shocked. "Where's Xinyi? Where's Futu? Who is this male corpse? Why is he sleeping in Xinyi's coffin? Could it be that... the Xinyi in the portrait is actually a man dressed as a woman? He's a man, and this is his true appearance?"
Huo Xin said it was impossible: "How could a man dressed as a woman even change his face? Xinyi looks much more masculine than this feminine male corpse."
Tan Xiaobai timidly poked his head in. "Could he be Xinyi and Futu's son? Their joint coffin is somewhere else?"
Just as the three of them were discussing, the male corpse in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and his gray eyes looked at them quietly.
Tan Xiaobai jumped three feet high in fright: "Ghost!"
Huo Xin immediately drew his sword: "Be careful, it's a dead body!"
Yun Miao saw a prompt box appear above the man's head: [Realm: Golden Core Stage, Ninth Level, Health Bar: ???], and realized that he was not a corpse. He immediately moved like lightning, stabbing two fingers through the gap and directly into the man's eyes, intending to strike first.
"He wasn't pretending to be dead, he was just pretending to be dead!"
With a loud bang, the heavy black gold coffin lid was pushed to the ground by the young man with one hand. He grabbed Yun Miao's inserted fingers and slowly sat up, and there was a ding-dong sound from his feet.
Yun Miao then noticed that the man had a spiked collar around his neck and heavy shackles on his feet. He looked like a fugitive.
The young man had no intention of attacking, but he shrugged off Yun Miao's hand unhappily. His tone was gloomy as he said, "What are you talking about? You're the ones who disturbed my sleep."
Tan Xiaobai quickly stepped forward, grabbed Yun Miao's sleeve, and pulled him back several steps, cautiously keeping a distance from the coffin.
"What good person would sleep in a coffin?"
Boy: "Because I'm not a good person, I can sleep in a coffin."
Huo Xin frowned: "Are you the Demon Cult's Young Master Yan Wuguang?"
Young boy: "No, I am my father, the leader of the Demonic Cult, Yan Tianguang."
Yun Miao was confused: "Isn't the leader of the Demon Cult called Yan Hai?"
Damn it, not only does she not listen carefully in class, she is also so careless when playing games. She deserves to be punished!
Yan Wuguang said calmly: "Yan Hai doesn't sound good, but Yan Tianguang sounds better."
Huo Xin and Tan Xiaobai: ...This young leader of the Demon Cult seems to be mentally ill. Not sure, let's wait and see.
Huo Xin frowned even more tightly: "Where did you take Xinyi's body?"
"Xinyi?"
Yan Wuguang pondered for a moment, then pointed at the wall beside him. "Are you talking about the two bodies hugging each other? I threw them into the well over there."
"Throw it away?"
Tan Xiaobai looked at Yan Wuguang in disbelief: "Are you saying that you opened the coffin, threw the couple's bodies into the well, and then lay down in the coffin to sleep?"
Yun Miao was also shocked. She thought that she, as a player, was already crazy enough, but she didn't expect that there would be such a beast in this game. It seemed that her moral quality still had room to decline.
"yes."
Yan Wuguang looked out the window with envy: "You envy them too, right? It's so good. Death is the end of everything, while the living will still be disturbed by a bunch of annoying things even if they lie in the coffin."
Yun Miao and the other two: It’s confirmed, this young master of the Demon Sect is mentally ill.
Yan Wuguang lay back down in his coffin again, looking unhappy. "If there's nothing else, please leave. I want to continue dying... oh no, just sleep. Oh, I really hope that when I wake up, I can see the world explode."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black gold coffin lid on the ground flew back automatically and closed tightly.
The room returned to its previous silence. The three of them looked at each other. Yun Miao stretched out two fingers and gestured a walking posture. Huo Xin and Tan Xiaobai nodded in agreement, and then the three of them tiptoed quietly to the next room.
They were skeptical at first, but they actually saw that there was a deep and dark well in the room.
However, they didn't approach immediately. After all, no matter how harmless Yan Wuguang appeared, he was still the young master of the Demon Cult, and his words could not be trusted. However, at this moment, several dry tree roots shot out from the well, quickly wrapping around them like a giant python on the hunt, dragging the three of them into the well!
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Inside the coffin, Yan Wuguang, who heard the noise, sighed enviously: "Being dragged away, is he going to die so soon? That's great."
He also wanted to die. It would be best if he could recover his cultivation and explode this mysterious and ghostly realm, and then be killed on the spot by the Xuantian Sect's men who had sensed the demonic energy.
Unfortunately, it's not possible. He can't die yet. He can only lie here and wait for Poison Lady and the others to arrive, work together to kill those ghost-back spiders, tear up those rotten tree roots, and then find that thing.
So why did Poison Lady and the others arrive so slowly? Could it be that they couldn't even deal with those little traps above and were already dead? Oh, he was so envious.
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Yun Miao and the other two were dragged down and fell into a damp darkness. They immediately activated the defensive formation on their disciple uniforms and then worked together to save themselves. The precious light, fire light and lightning of the ladder flashed at the same time, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.
They saw that the walls of the well were also made of dark stones, straight up and down. Even though the light was already dazzling at this moment, they could not see the bottom of the well, which was still shrouded in thick darkness.
Just like before, the three people's attacks were completely unable to cause any damage to the tree roots. After repeated attempts without success, in order to conserve their spiritual energy, they could only grit their teeth and give up resistance, allowing themselves to be dragged down by the tree roots.
They kept falling for a long time, so long that they almost thought that the well was actually the entrance to the eighteen levels of hell. Finally, they were thrown to the bottom of the well.
The well was so deep that they didn't understand why there was such a deep well under the palace... or the mausoleum.
But they soon had no time to pay attention to this problem because they smelled a familiar fishy stench.
The three of them were entangled by the tree roots and dragged on the ground. With the help of the precious light from the ladder, Yun Miao could see countless tree roots hanging down from the soil above their heads, passing through this empty underground mezzanine, and then piercing into the soil layer below. Countless tree roots were intertwined, forming a "dense forest".
The upper half of the "dense forest" was completely covered by layers of spider webs. Countless ghost spiders were crawling back and forth on the spider webs. The strange patterns on their backs looked like hideous ghost faces or some strange and twisted handwriting under the light of the fire.
The three of them looked very ugly. It was obvious that they were taken to the underground roots of the dead pagoda tree and also to the lair of the ghost spider.
It was a pity that they had been struggling for a long time before, but they didn’t expect that the ghost spider’s nest was actually under the palace!
But it was too late to say this now. They had no way to destroy the tree roots, let alone escape.
The three of them could only let the tree roots drag them closer and closer to the huge and dense spider webs, and then pass through the gaps under the spider webs and continue to go deeper into the "jungle".
The layers of young spiders on the spider web were disturbed and crawled upwards like a tide. The density of them was so great that it made people want to vomit.
Several larger adult ghost spiders crawled towards them along the spider web, and seemed to be very interested in them. As a result, several tree roots that were originally motionless and buried in the ground suddenly came alive and pierced through the heads of these ghost spiders.
The ghost spiders struggled for a few times and then stopped moving. In the blink of an eye, their bodies quickly shriveled up. Then the tree roots threw these empty shells that had been sucked dry to the side and returned to the ground.
The other ghost spiders that were ready to move paused and retreated to the side in fear, no longer daring to compete with the tree roots for food.
In this way, Yun Miao and the other two were dragged all the way and finally arrived at their destination.
More and denser tree roots hung down, interweaving into an inverted nest, covering the space in the center, and they were like bacon hung by the tree roots, hanging in the air outside the "nest".
Through the interlaced gaps between the tree roots, the three could see that the "nest" was a very clean area, without any spider webs, ghost spiders, or even a tree root.
Yet, in such a peaceful place, there is only a dilapidated little temple with a simple wooden tile structure. For some reason, there is a big hole in the northwest corner of the roof.
The wooden door was wide open, revealing the interior of the dilapidated temple. The space was small, in stark contrast to the magnificent palace above. In the deepest part of the temple stood a tall wooden table, with a cushion under it for people to kneel and worship.
This looks like an altar, but what is enshrined on the altar is not a statue of a god, but a fat ball of flesh that is white with a rosy glow and has begun to take on a human shape.
It was so fatty that layers of fat drooped down as if melted, forming wrinkles and a greasy sheen on the surface that made people sick just by looking at it.
There is no incense burner or offerings in front of it, giving the whole thing an indescribable sense of weirdness.
Yun Miao's eyes narrowed. "Huo Xin, does that dilapidated temple look familiar to you?"
Huo Xin said confidently, "This is the dilapidated temple we stayed in before."
Yun Miao was suspicious: "I think so too, but the dilapidated temple we saw before was an illusion, and this one seems to be the real thing. But what is the thing enshrined in this temple?"
Huo Xin: "It looks a bit like Rouzhi to me, which is commonly known as Tai Sui."
Hanging in the air, Tan Xiaobai pitifully told them to forget about the temple and instead find a way to escape. If they continued like this, they would probably end up like the three mummies nearby.
Yun Miao and Huo Xin, who were also hanging, turned around with difficulty and looked in the direction of Tan Xiaobai's gaze. They saw that the three missing bodies were also hanging in the air in the gap of the "dense forest".
To be more precise, it was a pile of corpses chopped into pieces by sword energy, hung up. Roots as thick as arms burrowed into the flesh along the broken sections, constantly absorbing something.
Yun Miao was about to take a closer look when she saw layers of mosaics begin to appear on the corpse, obscuring her view. She blinked, then remembered that this was just a game.
Because of the obstruction of the mosaic, Yun Miao could only vaguely see that most of the body parts were shriveled up to the point of being skin and bones. As for Wang Bo's body that was split in half, the situation was not that bad probably because of the deep spiritual power, but it was only a matter of time before it was sucked dry.
She couldn't help but look down at herself. The ladder was dropping rays of green light, protecting her, Huo Xin and Tan Xiaobai. The tree roots wrapped around her waist were constantly tightening, competing with the ladder's protective shield.
Although these tree roots cannot break the defense of the ladder for the time being, spiritual power is needed to activate the ladder. This ghost place has no spiritual energy at all, so she naturally cannot absorb the spiritual energy and transform it into spiritual power to replenish herself.
When their spiritual power is exhausted, they can only reactivate the defensive formation of the disciple suit. Once the defense of the disciple suit is breached...then the only fate waiting for them is to be sucked into a mummified corpse.
Damn, this secret realm copy is too difficult.
How do I fight this?
What on earth should she do to protect Huo Xin and Xiaobai in such a desperate situation?
Yun Miao habitually released her spiritual sense to find a glimmer of hope for escape. She really didn't want to give up until the last moment.
It was at this moment that she was suddenly surprised to find that her spiritual sense, which had been restricted everywhere here, had returned to normal deep underground. She was delighted and immediately used her spiritual sense to scan those shriveled corpses.
When viewed with the naked eye, most of them were blocked by the dense tree roots in the underground mezzanine, but with spiritual sense, Yun Miao quickly found the storage bag hanging tightly on the belt among a pile of mosaics.
Found it!
Yun Miao immediately used his most proficient water control technique. A small stream of water passed through the gaps between the tree roots, and he tried to remove the three storage bags bit by bit without touching any of the roots.
Then he returned the same way and put the storage bag in Yun Miao's hand.
Yun Miao, who had been holding his breath, let out a long sigh, feeling that this was even more tiring than taking an exam.
Tan Xiaobai, standing by, was shocked. "No way, Boss! At this hour, you're still thinking about stealing... picking up a dead person's storage bag?"
What kind of spirit is this!
Do all the poor people out there have such strong willpower?
Yun Miao: "...You know shit, go away and be your sausage."
Fortunately, Huo Xin understood Yun Miao's intention: "If our previous speculation is true, then the Yun family's storage bag may contain Fu Tu's blood."
Yun Miao: "You guessed it right. I'll reward you by letting you out first."
This time she didn't need to pour out everything in the storage bag, she just needed to probe her spiritual sense into it.
Because her purple palace had suffered two severe injuries and then been repaired, as the saying goes, destruction can lead to reconstruction, her purple palace is more resilient than others, her sea of consciousness is wider, and her spiritual consciousness is stronger than that of cultivators of the same level.
It was very easy to erase the spiritual imprint left by the Yun brothers on the storage bag, and it only took some more effort to open Uncle Wang's storage bag.
However, after searching for a while, her face fell again.
The good news was that she found a blood-stained white jade magnolia in Yunbushan's storage bag, and also found a jade bottle that had contained blood.
Bad news: the jade bottle was only the size of a fingertip, and the blood inside had been used up, leaving only a trace of dried blood remaining on it.
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The author has something to say: Yan Wuguang: You can die at any time, I really envy you.
Yun Miao: Do you want this blessing?
Yan Wuguang excitedly said: Great, great!
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