flstandardbreds Chapter 180 Underground Palace Corridor
Chapter 180 Underground Palace Corridor
“I don’t know, but it shouldn’t be possible, otherwise those ghost cultivators would have gone to the ghost world to cultivate long ago.
The ghost world is filled with ghost energy, which is extremely beneficial to ghost cultivators. I think if they can enter the ghost world on their own, they probably won't stay in the immortal world."
Yin Tingting shook her head and said that she knew very little about ghost cultivation.
In other words, in the entire world of immortal cultivation, except for the Buddhist cultivators on Mount Bodhi, no one cares where the ghost cultivators come from or where they go.
Leng Zhuxin fell silent, realizing that he had thought the matter too simply.
"So that's how it is. This technique of transforming resentment cannot help the soul cross over. It can only dispel resentment. If you want to cross the soul, I'm afraid you still have to find another way.
But fellow brothers and sisters, if you see the wronged souls, please help them if you can. What if they have a chance?"
Leng Zhuxin said this, but in his heart he was thinking that when he met the wronged soul in the future, he would try out the soul-crossing formation he learned in his previous life to see if it would be useful.
The group rested for a while and continued on their way after the injured disciples had received simple treatment.
Thanks to the technique of resolving grievances, the road ahead became much easier.
Basically everyone has the art of transforming grievances in their hands at all times, and will take action before the vengeful beasts rush in front of them.
When Yin Tingting and the others who were walking in the front saw a flash of silver, they found that not a single disciple of theirs was dead, and only a few were injured, and the injuries were not serious.
There were almost no casualties among Leibao's disciples. When they saw the silver-white altar, they were extremely surprised, but they did not let their guard down.
Instead, he walked to the silver-white altar with continued vigilance.
The altar was very large and its cleanness seemed out of place in the dark forest. Its color was as smooth and shiny as freshly forged silver jewelry. Leng Zhuxin did not recognize the patterns engraved on it and could not tell what they were.
The Yanyun Underground Palace is right under the altar. There is only one way to open the altar, and that is the spiritual blood of a cultivator.
Yin Tingting and the disciples of Wandao Sect were the first to stand on the altar. They cut their fingers and dripped blood on the altar. Soon, the altar lit up with a white light that enveloped everyone.
After the white light disappeared, the figures of Yin Tingting and others also disappeared.
Next came the disciples of Leibao. However, the moment the disciples of Leibao stood on the altar, Zhang Yuejie's face suddenly became darker.
He said to Leng Zhuxin and the others who were planning to enter the underground palace last: "The disciples of Danluan Sect are here."
He and all the disciples of Leibao were grateful to Leng Zhuxin for teaching them the art of transforming grudges. They were afraid that the people of Danluan Sect would harm Leng Zhuxin and his friends, so they wanted to let Leng Zhuxin and his friends leave first.
Leng Zhuxin turned around and saw the Danluan Sect disciples who looked very embarrassed.
Their number was reduced by one third. Only Song Mei, who was protected in the center, and Changkong Hao, who was not yet considered a disciple of the Danluan Sect, were dressed neatly.
Leng Zhuxin didn't want to get entangled with the disciples of Danluan Sect, and seeing them running towards him in a panic, he immediately went up to the altar.
The moment the Danluan Sect disciples ran to the altar, a white light lit up and the altar was empty again.
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A strong feeling of falling came over Leng Zhuxin, who felt as if he had stepped on empty air off a cliff. He tried to summon his spirit sword but there was no response at all.
It was pitch black all around, and I could only guess that there was an entrance below based on the sound of the wind blowing past my ears.
There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Leng Zhuxin cleverly did a backflip and landed steadily, but seemed to have stepped on a hand when landing.
He quickly moved his feet away, took out a night pearl from the space, and called out to Jiang Baimo.
Almost at the moment her voice fell, she heard Jiang Baimo's response. Jiang Baimo's voice was particularly close to her, and she saw it by turning her head slightly while holding the night pearl.
Under the light of the night pearl, Leng Zhuxin saw people all over the ground.
In addition to the Leibao disciples who came down with them, there were also some monks who had stopped breathing, some of whom were monks from the Wandao Sect who had come down earlier than them.
The hand that Leng Zhuxin accidentally stepped on when he landed was the hand of the Wandao Sect disciple who had fallen to his death.
The Wandao Sect disciple uniform he was wearing had been dyed red with blood, and his brain matter was splattered all over the ground and had not yet dried up.
Of course, most of those who fell to their death were those who had just broken through to the Golden Core stage and whose physical bodies were not very strong.
Leng Zhuxin's eyes fell lightly on the monks who fell to their death. After a quick look around and not seeing Wan Yu, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Several disciples of Leibao also fell to their deaths. Since it was difficult to bury them in the secret realm, they were placed together like the Wandao Sect.
No one in Leng Zhuxin's group was injured. They were lucky as they fell late and reacted immediately after hearing the sound, giving themselves a buffer.
Apart from some numbness in my legs and feet from the shock, I didn't feel any other discomfort.
Those who were still alive took torches, and those who had night pearls took them, and soon the place was lit up.
Looking up, the area within the range of the night pearl's illumination was covered with extremely smooth walls. When I reached out and touched them, they were no different from ice.
This wall is a huge circle with no visible top, and it also has the function of isolating spiritual consciousness.
They just fell from the top. Judging from the speed and time of falling, they must have fallen at least several thousand meters.
There was only one exit at the bottom, paved with bluestone like a tomb passage. It was pitch black and no road or mechanism could be seen.
Thinking that the disciples of Danluan Sect had already reached the altar when they came down, the group was afraid of becoming a cushion for the disciples, so they immediately entered the corridor.
The entrance to the Yanyun Underground Palace connected to the altar is different each time. The last time Su Fanzhen and his companions came, there was a huge cave of human-faced spiders under the altar, and many cultivators became the spiders' meals.
Compared to the human-faced spider cave, this encounter was considered good luck.
However, they had never been through this corridor before, and they didn't know if there were any traps, so they walked very carefully.
Every step you take requires you to take a few tentative steps forward.
Leng Zhuxin was protected by Gu Wangchen and Su Fanzhen behind him, and from time to time he threw stones at the walls on both sides.
The stone hit the blue brick wall with a sound, then bounced to the ground and stopped with a thud.
But even with such caution, there was still a slight sound under his feet, and extremely subtle sounds of mechanisms turning came from all directions. Long arrows flashing with cold light fell from the top of his head like raindrops, leaving no way to avoid them.
The tip of the arrow was glowing with a faint blue light, obviously it was poisoned.