The curse is over, and smart IQ takes the high ground again.

Everyone was relieved to have survived the disaster, but when they recalled what had just happened, they felt a little embarrassed and awkward.

It was more embarrassing and shameful than the "save money" and "know the ghost" stages. Even the thick-skinned Xiahou Aotian couldn't help but have thoughts like "I might as well go home" and "find a crack in the ground to crawl into".

Zhang Yuanqing, who always maintained his human consciousness, walked towards Brother Red Chicken, took out the Mountain God Scepter and threw it to Guan Ya, urging him, "Hurry, hurry, save people!"

The few people who were not injured quickly adjusted their emotions and rushed to Tianxia Guihuo, Sun Miaomiao and Hongjige to save their dying teammates.

Fortunately, the curse was over in time, and the three people who were originally on the verge of death returned to normal and pulled their feet back from the brink of death.

The one who was most seriously injured was Brother Hongji, who had a broken spine, damaged organs, and severe blood loss. Even though his spiritual power had returned, his condition was still bad.

The fire master lay weakly on the ground, his lips and face as pale as paper, his pupils dilated, his chest heaving violently, his heart working in overload, trying to provide blood to the oxygen-deprived brain, but this instead accelerated the blood loss.

Zhang Yuanqing took out a tube of golden and clear life source fluid and injected it into Brother Hongji's neck vein.

This is not the diluted Life Source Liquid. The diluted Life Source Liquid cannot save an endangered saint. This is the original Life Source Liquid that the Xie family paid for in installments.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped after injecting half a tube of life source liquid, waiting for Guan Ya to bring him the Mountain God's Scepter.

Now he doesn't have much life source fluid left. After helping Brother Red Chicken stabilize his injuries initially, the rest can be left to the self-healing items.

"It hurts so much and it itches..." Brother Red Chicken groaned. The feeling of broken bones being regenerated was not pleasant and was quite painful.

The vertebrae proliferated rapidly, the broken parts connected to each other, and the flesh and blood squirmed and grew, but it became weak before it could be completely repaired.

Guan Ya came over with a flushed face. She had already begun to stabilize Tianxia Guihuo's injuries.

"Is Red Chicken okay?"

"I'll treat him."

At this moment, Guan Ya's eyes were misty and charming, and her cheeks were flushed as if she was drunk. When Zhang Yuanqing saw her condition, he knew that the side effects of the Mountain God's Scepter had taken effect. He immediately took out the ghost mirror, snatched the scepter, handed over the ghost mirror, and whispered, "Take it!"

Although Guan Ya was angry, she still felt sorry for her boyfriend and hesitated for a moment. "You come?"

"I am protected by the power of the sun, and I am very resistant to negative states. That's why I was able to maintain my self-awareness just now," said Zhang Yuanqing.

The alchemists of the Qin Dynasty said that he was able to maintain human cognition because he was rebellious and did not believe in fate, but Zhang Yuanqing himself knew that his personality was only part of the reason. The more important reason was that the Chunyang Cleansing Record had forged him into an indestructible body.

It has strong resistance to curses, poison, mind control and other skills.

Guan Ya then took the ghost mirror, and her surging desire was immediately suppressed. The spring tide subsided, and her legs were no longer weak...

Zhang Yuanqing placed the emerald gem on the top of the mountain god's scepter against Brother Hongji's back. A soft green light lit up, and the flesh that had stopped moving began to grow again, covering the spine.

Brother Hongji's injuries have finally been mostly healed and he can move around normally.

"Can you stand up?" Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his hand.

"Fuck you, I was in hell." Brother Red Chicken cursed and held his hand, standing up and thanking him: "Thanks to you, otherwise I would have been dead. Every time I enter an S-level dungeon, I am walking on a tightrope. I survived only by luck."

"Remember to return the half tube of life source fluid to me." Zhang Yuanqing pulled him up.

Brother Red Chicken put his arm around his shoulders, put the weight of his body on him, and said generously: "It's no problem, I also have Life Source Liquid." He flipped his palm and took out a tube of injection from the inventory.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't take it, and said calmly, "Give it back to me after you produce the copy."

Brother Red Chicken looked at him for a few seconds, and showed a serious expression which was rare to see. "I'm not mistaken. You are a loyal person."

After a brief rest, the team members walked to the mechanical weapon, looked at it for a while, then reached out and touched the fuselage to read the information.

【Name: Six Livestock Ceremony】

[Type: Mechanical Weapon]

【Function: Curse, Spiritual Guidance】

[Introduction: The leader of the Mohist sect created this device based on the secret mechanism inherited from the Mohist sect, incorporating the power of curses and dreams, and supplemented with a variety of top-grade materials. It can change the fate of all living things, lasting for five minutes, and is ineffective against non-living things.]

[Note: This item cannot be taken out of the dungeon.]

"It turns out that it also includes the ability of dreams. No wonder it can affect our cognition." Asano Ryo suddenly realized.

The most terrifying thing about dreams and illusions is not their lethality, but their ability to confuse the mind and cognition.

"It's a pity that I can't take it out of the copy, otherwise I would have made a fortune." Sun Miaosen said regretfully. Thanks to the Night Wanderer's terrifying recovery ability, her injuries have completely healed.

"What a wonderful craftsmanship, what a wonderful craftsmanship..." Xiahou Aotian stroked the mechanical creation affectionately, his face full of regret.

"It's a pity I can't take it with me."

"It won't turn us into pigs again, will it?" Brother Red Chicken kicked the base, saying with lingering fear.

Zhang Yuanqing shook his head: "We have passed this level, so there should be no danger. Unfortunately, we didn't get any good results."

As he spoke, he picked up Little Red Riding Hood and put it into his inventory. When he took it out again, the road had returned to normal.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately put the puppet swordsman into the hat space.

"The less you gain while clearing a dungeon, the greater the reward will be at the end of the day." Tian Xia Gui Huo, who had survived a catastrophe, made a rare humorous remark.

"It's called the law of conservation of rewards." Seeing that his teammates didn't respond, he was stunned: "Isn't it funny?"

We have just managed to save our lives, so we don't have the leisure to listen to your jokes.

Zhang Yuanqing silently turned around and went to the next level. Everyone followed him and left silently, leaving Tianxia Guihuo in deep thought.

In this way they continued to trek in the spacious corridor, sometimes going down and sometimes going up. The candlelight in the niches flickered. Above their heads was not a stone wall, but a wooden ceiling. There was a set of vents every ten meters, and a slight breeze rushed in from the vents.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Brother Red Chicken suddenly rubbed his hands and said, "Why did it suddenly become cold? Is it my illusion?"

He was not the only one who felt cold. Others also felt the cool air floating in the air, penetrating into their pores.

"It's not an illusion, it's Yin Qi." Sun Senmiao said, "The Yin Qi ahead is very heavy, very heavy, even heavier than the Yin Qi on the Corpse Refining Island at Qinfeng Academy."

"It's not Corpse Refining Island, it's Chicken Heart Island." said Zhao Chenghuang.

"I forgot." Sun Miaomiao stuck out her tongue.

"Why are you sticking out your tongue? It's disgusting." The leader Zhang Yuanqing sneered.

"You're disgusting when you use double words."

"Hey, why don't you give me a butt?"

"you……"

Seeing that the two still had the leisure to bicker, Guan Ya and the others suddenly stopped panicking. This team consisted of three star officials, and the thing they were least afraid of was evil spirits.

As we continued forward, a cold wind blew in the corridor, the air humidity increased, and the light became brighter and brighter.

After walking for a few more minutes, everyone saw the exit and faint sunlight shone in from the entrance of the corridor.

Outside the corridor was a valley. Parallel wooden stakes were inserted into the dark and towering cliffs. On the stakes lay rotten coffins. There were at least a hundred of them as far as the eye could see.

The mud in the valley was dark brown, with no grass growing on it. Any temperature the sunlight felt when it shone into the valley was pale.

There are two steles at the entrance of the corridor, one with "frugal burial" and "respecting the virtuous" inscribed on it, and the other with "restoring the old mountains and rivers" inscribed on it.

"arrive……"

Zhang Yuanqing stopped and looked a little solemn.

Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang also looked solemn. In the eyes of the three star officials, the valley was filled with yin energy that blocked the sunlight, and all they could see were vengeful spirits.

There were men, women, young and old, Jin soldiers in armor, and disciples wearing Mo Zong costumes. Some had lost their heads, some were bleeding from all seven orifices, some had faces full of disgust, and some were crying in grief.

But when everyone arrived at the valley, these floating in the air

, all the resentful spirits roaming on the surface looked over here in unison.

A pair of creepy white pupils were staring at him grimly. A normal person would be frightened out of his wits seeing this scene, and even a spiritual realm practitioner would feel a chill in his heart.

Fortunately, except for the three star officials, no one else can see it.

They were still looking at the coffins and stone tablets on the cliff.

Xiahou Aotian gave everyone a brief introduction as usual: "Frugal burial means opposing wasting time and money on the dead, and respecting the virtuous means selecting people based on their talents, regardless of their status."

Xiao Yuan nodded slightly: "Another meaning of frugal burial is to recycle waste, turning the dead into Yin objects to guard the checkpoints. Shangxian's meritocracy means that even enemies can be 'partners', and they can be driven to fight for you."

Xiahou Aotian was shocked and clapped his hands in praise, "Enterprise-level understanding." After he finished speaking, a strong cold wind blew up in the valley, making the weak alchemist shiver.

Sun Miaomiao shouted a warning, "Back off, everyone back off, the evil spirit is coming!"

The vengeful spirits came like an overwhelming tide. Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang took two steps forward and stood side by side with Zhang Yuanqing. Dark and sticky energy emerged from the eyes of the three star officials, and they displayed soul-devouring skills.

The surging army of resentful spirits all stopped and became riotous, and the Night Wandering God's suppression of the resentful spirits took effect.

"It would be great if the necromancy broadcast was brought in. These are all my soldiers." Sun Miaomiao said with a hint of regret.

While the army of evil spirits was being suppressed for a short time, she raised her hand and reached into the air, grabbing a yellow Taoist robe covered in blood and painted with spiritual seals. She blew on the robe, then threw it high up and said, "Collect!"

The robe unfolded out of thin air, creating a vortex of Yin energy. The vengeful spirits screamed and turned into green smoke, which was sucked into the robe in rhythm with the vortex.

What a powerful prop... Zhang Yuanqing felt envious. The Taoist robe was obviously a top-grade prop. Its level and quality were beyond what Sun Miaomiao, who was at level 4, could possess. The only source of it was the blessing of the sect or elders.

It's good to have a Night Wandering God sect as a backer. Unlike him, he has only entered a few Night Wandering God exclusive copies, and the professional props he obtained are extremely limited. The inventory is full of gorgeous women from various major professions.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from high up in the valley. The people at the entrance of the tunnel felt a buzzing sensation in their heads, as if they were hit on the head with a stick. Warm liquid flowed out of their noses, and their brains felt dizzy.

“Crack!”

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing heard a crisp sound of broken bones. He turned around and saw that Sun Miaomiao's head was twisted behind her back. The skin on her neck was torn due to its lack of toughness, and large streams of blood flowed out.

Blood and tears flowed from her eyes, and her expression froze on her face. The Taoist robe lost its owner's control and fell lightly.

In Zhang Yuanqing's vision, a vengeful spirit in a black robe and disheveled hair possessed Sun Miaomiao and severely injured her in the simplest and most efficient way.

"Crack, crack..." Sun Miaosen's knees and elbows were twisted into knots one after another, while Zhao Chenghuang and his teammates behind him were still dizzy and no one could save her.

"Miaomiao..." Zhang Yuanqing's face changed drastically.

"Fuck, illusionist's ghost!" He cursed loudly, the darkness in his eyes reappearing again. He stretched out his hands to grab Sun Miaomiao's neck and captured the ghost inside.

Because he was protected by the Chun Yang Xi Shen Lu, he suffered the least damage and the dizziness was also very mild. He recovered to normal almost instantly, so he was able to lend a helping hand.

As soon as he touched the vengeful spirit in Sun Miaomiao's body, Zhang Yuanqing realized that it was a high-level vengeful spirit at the peak of sainthood, with a whole experience point higher than his.

Feeling suppressed by the star officials of the same level, the vengeful spirit's mental power swelled, and it was about to launch another mental attack.

But the enchanting and beautiful Yichuanmei floated above Zhang Yuanqing's head, and deep whirlpools were rippling in his pupils.

Dream!

The resistance of the evil spirit in Sun Miaomiao's body became weaker and weaker, and he gradually fell into a dream.

Seizing the opportunity created by Yi Chuanmei, Zhang Yuanqing condensed a faint golden light in his palm and pulled it out with all his strength. The vengeful spirit with disheveled hair and wearing a black robe was pulled out.

Then, the golden light condensed into a weak, slender spear and aimed at the vengeful spirit.

Throw it out.

"Swish~" The golden light pierced through the illusory body of the evil spirit, and a large amount of green smoke rose.

"Yikawa Mei!" Zhang Yuanqing shouted immediately after throwing the spear.

Ikawa Mei and her master were in tune with each other, and without hesitation, she raised her snow-white neck and launched a mental attack on the vengeful spirit. In the next second, the vengeful spirit screamed and then stopped abruptly.

It held its head and wailed in pain.

At this time, Zhao Chenghuang recovered from the mental shock. Without saying a word, he grabbed a stack of soul-sealing talismans from the inventory and threw them out with a shake of his hand.

The soul-sealing talisman shot out and attached itself to the vengeful spirit, like a red-hot iron hitting a snowman, causing a large amount of black smoke to rise.

Guan Ya rushed out from behind the two of them, leaped high like a dragon, and jumped towards the vengeful spirit!

The swordsman's evil spirit has a high lethality to evil spirits, and her insight can vaguely sense the location of evil spirits.

After being attacked one after another, the vengeful spirit's aura dropped sharply, from the peak of level six to the early stage of level six. It rushed up and fled towards the towering cliffs while letting out a shrill scream.

Mental blow!

The surviving evil spirits in the valley flew upwards with it and merged into the body of the black-robed evil spirit like moths to a flame.

It devoured the evil spirits to strengthen itself, and screamed again, this time not as a mental blow, but a summons.

The lids of more than a hundred coffins lying on the cliff were opened at the same time. The scene of the coffin lids falling from a great height with a "bang" was like falling rain, which was extremely spectacular.

In the coffins, one rotten and ugly corpse after another sat up, twisted their heads with a click, and looked at the team below.

"Wow, they are all Inferi, high quality Inferi." Zhang Yuanqing said with a sigh, "They are really rich."

As a star official, he can judge the quality of these Yin corpses based on their aura. Most of them are of the extraordinary realm, but there are also quite a few of the saint quality.

When facing the Yin corpses, the Night Wandering God has no innate ability to suppress them. The corpse-suppressing talisman does work, but drawing talismans is obviously not a wise move when facing such a large army of Yin corpses. It is better to destroy them physically.

Zhao Chenghuang felt the situation was getting tricky, and said in a deep voice, "Be serious, we are going to have a tough battle next."

Hundreds of Yin corpses, plus a sixth-level main formation of evil spirits, would make it a tough battle even for a powerful team like the Undead Squad.

"How can I let it be so arrogant in my territory?" Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand and a baby's head appeared in the palm of his hand.

The baby looks extremely cute, with chubby cheeks, skin as white as milk, and long eyelashes, and seems to be sleeping.

If it didn't have only one head, it would be a lovable baby.

"Oh shit!" Brother Hongji and Xiahou Aotian screamed at the same time and instinctively held their lower abdomen.

"You, you, you...why the hell did you bring this thing here?" Brother Red Chicken looked nervous and slowly backed away.

Xiahou Aotian also retreated.

Guan Ya raised her eyebrows, knowing that this was the Xie family's holy baby, who could allow virgin girls and boys to experience the feeling of pregnancy.

"What's wrong?" Asano Ryo was surprised to see the two of them suddenly become nervous and look frightened, so he asked curiously.

Brother Red Chicken glanced at her and said, "You don't have a boyfriend yet? You haven't had a child, have you?"

Asano Ryo was both embarrassed and angry, thinking to himself, this guy has no manners at all, how could he offend an 18-year-old girl like this.

Brother Red Chicken snorted, "That thing is called the Holy Infant, and its crying can make people pregnant."

brush!

Asano Ryo, Xiaoyuan, Princess Yin Yao, and Tianxia Guihuo all retreated one after another.

Sensing the scene behind him, Zhang Yuanqing raised the corner of his mouth, "If you don't want to get pregnant with my child, cover your ears and retreat back to the corridor. Next is the time for ghosts to give birth to children!"

After saying this, he pressed the Holy Child on his shoulder. Blood vessels and nerves grew from the Holy Child's neck and connected with the flesh and blood of his shoulder.

It thus gained life, and its tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.