"Ahem!" Zhang Yuan cleared his throat and said, "In a high-difficulty dungeon, sometimes taking risks is the only way. Not every crisis can be solved by tricks. I can go directly into the hall, but I'm still not at ease."

He looked at the attics and quiet rooms and said, "There may be other clues in the living area. I plan to control the corpse to go in and take a look."

Although drones are excellent scouts, they cannot perform fine operations, and Fu Qingyang's puppets cannot share vision. The Night Wandering God's corpse is the most useful, which is equivalent to a clone.

Zhang Yuanqing took out Little Red Riding Hood and shook off two corpses, one was an extraordinary and bewitching demon wearing tattered armor, and the other was Princess Yin Yao wearing slim jeans and a light-colored T-shirt.

Princess Yin Yao looked around, raised her trumpet, and muttered, "Another dungeon?"

As an ancient practitioner, she could not cope with the frequency of the dungeons of spiritual realm practitioners.

Who can stand the life-and-death crises that happen every now and then? Ancient practitioners emphasized abstinence from emotions, went into the mountains to meditate, and stayed away from the worldly affairs. Even if they were limited by their talents and could not become powerful figures, at least they could live freely in the world.

The Spirit Realm Walkers, on the other hand, are either fighting or preparing for battle, like a bunch of curly dogs.

"You, the illegitimate disciple, if you follow me, the direct disciple of your master, you will benefit a lot in the future." Zhang Yuanqing patted Yin Yao's cold shoulders and controlled the corpse to enter the flat ground.

He walked quickly and headed straight for the attic on the right.

This attic has a distinct Tang Dynasty style, with large brackets, thick pillars, and a single, neat yet not dull color scheme.

It is gorgeous but not delicate, exuding a dignified and majestic atmosphere that is not found in Song Dynasty architecture. The door of the attic is not a lattice door, but a sliding door similar to that of island countries.

Zhang Yuanqing climbed up the stairs and tried to open the sliding door, but found that the door had been stuck after being covered in dust for countless years.

He simply kicked the wooden door into pieces. As the things inside the building came into view, the only lively eye on the corpse's face froze slightly.

The attic was littered with dead bodies, all of which were separated. Some of them had their heads chopped off while they were escaping, and some were lying prone or had their heads rolled off.

I didn't understand what was happening for a moment, and bodies fell to the ground, some at the door, some in the house, and some on the steps leading to the ring building.

The floors and straw mats were rotten and moldy, and the air was filled with a foul smell.

The clothes on his body had long since faded due to chlorination, like rags wrapped around his body, but the flesh and blood of the corpse had merely become shriveled and wrinkled after experiencing the long years, and the same was true for the head.

"These should be the disciples of Shushan. Are they all dead in the house?" Zhang Yuanqing was secretly shocked.

Shushan was an immortal sect in the Tang Dynasty. Buliang Shuai once borrowed the White Emperor's crown from Shushan. The honor of allowing Buliang Shuai, a demigod, to borrow the crown from Shushan would definitely not be low.

I dare not say there are top masters, but there are definitely high-level masters, and there are more than one. Such a force was considered the most powerful in the Tang Dynasty.

"As long as the imperial court didn't send a large army to encircle and suppress them, it would be almost impossible for them to be wiped out. If they had encountered a strong enemy, the corpses should have filled the attic, and the halls and houses would have been destroyed in the battle. But they seemed to be hiding in the attic for refuge, and they still met with an accident. This is a bit scary!"

What kind of enemy could make Shushan, which was one of the top forces at that time, so frightened? Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing left the attic and explored in the weeds under the eaves, trying to find traces of the formation. However, under the erosion of time, all traces disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to the attic and briefly searched the first floor, but found nothing except rotten furniture, furnishings and corpses.

Just as I was about to head towards the building, suddenly, billowing black smoke came in from outside the attic and the vision quickly decreased until I could not see anything.

"It's Yin energy, strong Yin energy." Zhang Yuanqing continued walking in the dark for about two minutes. He heard faint footsteps with some strange rhythm.

The next second, his vision returned to his teammates.

Woo~

Zhang Yuanqing groaned in pain, covering his head, veins bulging on his forehead.

The palace master was shocked and asked, "What happened?"

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Part of the main corpse's spirit body has been sealed and cannot be retrieved." Zhang Yuanqing's face was trembling with blue veins and beads of sweat rolled down. It was equivalent to having part of his spirit body torn apart.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Guan Zhu, Chuan Qingyang Xiahou Aotian and Demon Eye King all changed.

Fu Qingyang frowned slightly: "I have already thought about it. If we only choose one target each time after the black smoke surges, then Yuanshi's Yin corpse can increase our survival rate infinitely."

"Now the effectiveness of this strategy will be greatly reduced, or even ineffective. Every time a corpse is lost, part of the soul will be sealed. Yuanshi will lose his memory and strength at best, or even go crazy. The former will become a walking corpse, and the latter will become a lunatic who doesn't recognize his relatives."

Xiahou Aotian immediately said: "Then use my drone to replace the drone. Human drones are dead objects, so it doesn't matter how many losses there are."

The Demon Eye King said, "Hey, let's do another test. Let's try a set of data. Between an intelligent invader and an unintelligent invader, who will the black smoke attack first?"

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing had healed his soul trauma through the magician's method, and said, "Then try the first floor of the attic. I haven't checked the second floor yet, and there may be clues there. This copy is very strange."

He told his teammates what he saw in the attic. The bodies were separated but the cause of death was the same. The disciples of Nanyuan gathered together as if they were seeking refuge.

Everyone frowned and thought, what kind of enemy could force an immortal sect like Shushan into this situation.

"I'll go." Princess Yin Yao volunteered to share the pressure for Sandaoshan's direct disciples.

"No, my spirit is more powerful than you think, and I can sense that the lost part of my spirit was not destroyed, but sealed!" Zhang Yuanqing pinched his swollen eyebrows and said, "Once the seal is lifted, that part of my spirit can be taken back."

After saying that, he looked at Xiahou Aotian and said, "Control a drone to follow me."

Xiahou Aotian immediately took out the black metal box, opened the lid, connected the nerve lines, controlled a drone to follow Yuanshi Tianzun and entered Nanyuan.

One advantage of small level-type copies is that if there are enough means, they can be explored slowly and have a higher tolerance for errors.

Of course, after officially entering the dungeon, the amount of rice depends on the situation.

At least now, they have plenty of time.

Zhang Yuanqing led the drone and flew quickly, re-entered the attic, and saw his own corpse lying on the stairs with its head separated from its body.

The drone was suspended in mid-air and its camera was lowered, staring at the corpse. Xiahou Aotian's voice came from the speaker, "The death is the same as the corpse. So, it was those footsteps that killed these Shushan disciples."

Zhang Yuan, with a clear "hmm", reached out to touch the corpse, and said, "Part of my spirit is in the corpse, but I can't take it back. It's sealed by a mysterious force."

"If the physical body is hit, the soul will be sealed in the shell? This is not good news." Xiahou Aotian said in a low voice and quickly reported the situation here to his teammates outside.

"Let's go upstairs and take a look." Zhang Yuanqing no longer paid attention to his own corpse. He quickly climbed up to the second floor, three steps at a time.

The drone's "eyes" resumed their horizontal gaze, and with the noise of propellers, it quickly and lightly followed Zhang Yuanqing up the stairs and arrived on the second floor. In the wide hall, there were more than a dozen headless corpses in rotten clothes sitting cross-legged.

They formed a circle, seemingly meditating, a clear difference from the horde of zombies running around.

The heads of these meditators either rolled behind their backs, rolled in front of their bodies, or fell between their legs.

"It seems like some kind of formation that requires multiple people to maintain. They are using the formation to resist the crisis caused by the footsteps, but they all failed." Xiahou Aotian's analysis was heard in the drone.

As a bachelor, he was very sensitive to formations. Zhang Yuanqing said "hmm".

"In the dungeon introduction, black smoke from the main hall enveloped the South Garden. The footsteps, laughter, and shouts in the black smoke were sharper than the swordsman's weapon."

"What is the essence of the footsteps? Or what is the main body?" As he spoke, he looked around and saw a low table on his left, with a headless corpse sitting cross-legged beside the table.

The head of the corpse rolled

He fell on the table, with half of his face looking sideways at the stairs, looking a little scary.

This corpse seems to be the master of the deceased and the main person in the formation.

The same fate could not be escaped.

There was a bookshelf on the left side of the corpse, a potted plant on the right side, and a sword hanging on the wall behind him. Zhang Yuanqing quickly checked them out and found that they were all Shushankou sword-cultivation secrets, some on sword techniques, some on sword spirit, and some on studying sword intent.

When he picked up the last copy of "Fanyun Xijian Lu", he found something in the secret book. He opened it and saw that it was a piece of letter paper, the page was yellow and brittle, and the ink was dim.

"A letter from the bad commander: I am the Xuanzhen Chang Lao from the South Garden of Shu Mountain. Ever since you borrowed the White Emperor's crown and claimed to have found the opportunity of Chang Sheng, the headmaster has been like a madman, immersed in the library, studying day and night. Every time I find something, I go out to travel and visit immortals to seek the method of Chang Sheng.%

"Two years have passed in a flash. Half a month ago, he suddenly returned to the mountain gate and summoned us, claiming that he had discovered the secret of spiritual power exhaustion in the ancient ruins. If the secret could be solved, it might change the world, restore the way of heaven, and restore spiritual power. By then, everyone could live forever and become an immortal. Afterwards, the headmaster went into seclusion in the back mountain."

"Seven days ago, the main peak was shrouded in black smoke, isolated from the outside world. Ghosts cried at night, just like the underworld. The three of us, Chang Lao, tried every trick but failed. I know that you have a close relationship with Su Wen Chang Lao and have a past relationship with him. I hope you can help Shushan survive this disaster."

After reading the letter, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head to look at the drone beside him and said, "It seems that the head of Shushan found something in the ancient ruins and studied it recklessly, which led to the destruction of the sect. Well, this explains it. Only an ancient evil creature can destroy a sect like Shushan."

Xiahou Aotian said, "Why is this letter for help stuck in the book? Shouldn't it be mailed out?"

Just as Zhang Yuanqing was about to speak, Xiahou Aotian said, "Oh, according to Chuan Qingyang, Ru Nanyuan may have encountered the same situation as the main peak, which was sealed by black smoke, so the letter for help could not be sent. The death of these disciples in the attic also proves this point."

Because I couldn't escape, I hid in the attic and set up a formation in the hope of surviving this disaster.

Zhang Yuanqing thought so too, but Fu Qingyang had already learned to answer first, so what else could he say? So he sighed and said, "The Bad Leader looks like a pervert like the Demon Lord."

"What do you mean?" Xiahou Aotian became interested.

"I once entered a Tang Dynasty dungeon, and the main character in the background was the Bad Leader. According to the NPC gossip in the dungeon, the Bad Leader had an affair with the empress and the princess." Zhang Yuanqing said, "The Demon Lord also likes to take both mother and daughter!"

Xiahou Aotian said: "I think it's different. The Demon King was corrupted by the Fallen Holy Grail and became insane. The Bad Commander was just a male concubine for the mother and daughter."

You are so brave to criticize a demigod like this! Zhang Yuanqing brought the topic back on track and said, "The information we have collected so far can only be used as a supplement to the background story. We still have no idea what the enemy is. This attic is of no value. If we want to get more information, we have to go to the main hall."

As they were talking, ten minutes passed and the black smoke came again.

Zhang Yuanqing heard the heavy footsteps with a strange rhythm again, and then he lost consciousness.

Outside the mountain gate, Zhang Yuanqing, with a hiss, pressed his forehead, hunched over with a hideous look on his face.

Xia Hou Aotian controlled the drone and flew out in a stable trajectory.

The test results are self-evident. Footsteps will prioritize attacking enemies that are stronger or more intelligent.

This time, Zhang Yuanqing took a long time to comfort himself before he could heal the pain in his torn soul. He felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

Those are the memories taken away by the torn soul.

Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice, "The exploration ends here, we should go into the South Garden. If we continue, Yuanshi's condition will get worse and worse, and he will not be able to deal with the great crisis in the dungeon. In addition, the cost of many of Yuanshi's items is in the spiritual realm. When his spirit body becomes weaker and weaker, and more and more incomplete, the cost of those items will backfire and may very likely kill him."

Xiahou Aotian and the others naturally would not refuse. The five of them immediately entered the South Garden and walked towards the Golden Roof Palace opposite the living area with a clear goal.

"Creaky!" Pushing open the nearly decayed palace door, this dusty

The hall that sealed off the endless years came into view of everyone.

On a high pedestal stood a statue of a woman in a wide robe, with graceful eyebrows and a round face, holding an iron sword with a red tassel, which had long been rusted.

The other hand held a mottled yellow gourd.

The incense table was covered with thick dust, and the porcelain plate holding the offerings was rotten and black.

The walls are covered with bright yellow curtains made of melon and fruit wood, and the pillars are hung with life stories of female sculptures.

Nanyuan is a villa at the mouth of Ganshu Mountain, not the main peak. The deities enshrined in the hall are naturally not immortals or gods, but the predecessors who have made outstanding contributions in the history of Shushan Sect.

The one enshrined in the temple is named Yaoguang, the ninth leader of Shushan.

The second generation was incompetent and cruel, plundering the people's wealth, and the people of the world had suffered for a long time.

The eighteen rebels rose up one after another, order collapsed, and the world was in chaos.

There was once a rebel army that coveted the secret manuals and magic weapons of Shushan Pass, hoping to take them for themselves to enhance their power in the struggle for supremacy in the Central Plains.

The sect leader Yaoguang led his disciples in a fierce battle with the rebels for more than a month and finally defeated them.

This also damaged her essence and she died of illness the following year.

Shushan built the Yaoguang Hall for him and engraved his deeds in the hall to receive incense from his disciples in later generations. Zhang Yuanqing and others searched the Yaoguang Hall for a while but did not gain any information, and any objects they touched did not have any information about the items.

This temple seems to be a background building.