Spirit Realm Walker

"Ahem..." Zhang Yuanqing cleared his throat and said: "In difficult dungeons, sometimes risking one's life is the only way. Not every crisis can be resolved by tricks. You can also go directly into the hall. However, I Still don’t feel reassured.”

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

Although drones are excellent scouts, drones cannot perform precise operations, and Fu Qingyang's puppets cannot share the field of view, so the Night Walker's Yin Zhi is the best.

Equivalent to a clone.

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

Princess Yinyao looked around, raised her trumpet, and muttered: "The dungeon has been entered again..."

As an ancient practitioner, she couldn't bear the copy frequency of a spiritual practitioner.

Who can bear the life-and-death crisis that comes every once in a while? Practitioners in ancient times paid attention to being pure of heart and having few desires, going to the mountains to meditate and stay away from the world of mortals. Even if they were limited by their talents and could not become powerful figures, they could still be at ease in the world.

It's better for spiritual realm walkers, they are either fighting or preparing for battle.

A bunch of curly dogs.

"You, a bastard, follow me, your master's direct disciple, and you will be indispensable in the future." Zhang Yuanqing patted Yin Yao's cold shoulder and controlled the Inferi into the plains.

He walked quickly and went straight to the attic on the right.

This attic has an obvious Tang Dynasty style, with large brackets, thick pillars, and a single color tone. It is neat but not rigid, gorgeous but not delicate, and has a dignified atmosphere that is not found in Song Dynasty architecture.

The attic door is not a lattice door, but a sliding door similar to that of the island country.

Zhang Yuanqing climbed up the steps and tried to open the sliding door, only to find that the door had long been stuck after being dusted for endless years.

He simply kicked the wooden door into pieces.

As the scenery inside the building came into view, the only lively eye on the face of the Inferi was slightly focused.

The attic was full of corpses, all separated.

Some of them were decapitated while escaping, and their bodies fell down; or they didn't understand what happened when their heads rolled off, and their bodies fell straight to the ground.

Some fell at the door, some fell in the house, and some fell on the steps leading to the second floor.

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

The clothes on the corpse have long been oxidized and faded, like rags wrapped around the body, but the flesh and blood of the corpse have only shriveled and wrinkled after a long time, and the same is 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 the Immortal Sect of the Tang Dynasty. Bad Shuai once borrowed the White Emperor's Crown from Shushan. If Bad Shuai, a demigod, could come forward to borrow it, Shushan's level would never be low.

I dare not say that there is a peak master, but there must be a high-ranking master, and there is more than one.

Such a force was the most powerful in the Tang Dynasty. As long as the court did not launch a large army to encircle and suppress it, it was almost impossible to wipe out the family.

"If they were encountering a strong enemy, the corpses should be strewn all over the room, and the attic, hall, and house would be destroyed in the battle. But it's more like they were hiding in the attic for refuge, and yet something unexpected happened... This is a bit scary!"

What kind of enemy made Shushan, a top power at that time, so afraid?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing exited the attic and explored the grass 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 he was about to go to the second floor, suddenly, billowing black smoke came from outside the attic, and the field of vision quickly decreased until nothing could be seen.

It's Yin Qi, powerful Yin Qi!

Zhang Yuanqing continued to move forward in the dark. For about a minute, he heard the faint sound of footsteps with a strange rhythm.

The next second, his vision returned to his teammates.

"Woo~"

Zhang Yuanqing groaned in pain, covering his head, and blue veins popped out on his forehead.

The palace owner was shocked: "What's wrong?"

"Part of the spirit body that has taken over the Infernal Corpse has been sealed and cannot be taken back." The veins on Zhang Yuanqing's face trembled, and big beads of sweat rolled down.

It was as if part of his soul had been torn apart.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the palace master, Fu Qingyang, Xiahou Aotian and Demon Eye King all changed.

Fu Qingyang frowned slightly: "I have already thought about it. After the black smoke surges, if we only choose one target at a time, then Yuanshi's Inferi can increase our survival rate infinitely."

Now this strategy will be much less effective or even unworkable.

Every time an Inferi is lost, part of the soul is sealed. Yuanshi loses his memory and his strength at the least, and loses his soul and goes crazy at the worst. The former becomes a walking corpse, and the latter becomes a madman who does not recognize his relatives.

Xiahou Aotian immediately said: "Then use my drone instead. The drone is a dead thing. No matter how much the loss is, it doesn't matter."

The Demon Eye King said "Hey": "Then we need to test another set of data. Between the intelligent intruders and the unintelligent intruders, who will the black smoke attack first?"

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing had already healed the trauma of his soul through the magician's means, saying:

“Then try again.

"I haven't looked at the second floor of the attic yet. There may be clues in it. This copy is very weird..."

He told his teammates what he saw in the attic.

The corpses were separated, the death forms were unified, and the disciples of Nanyuan gathered together, as if they were taking refuge... What kind of enemy could force an immortal sect like Shushan into this situation?

Everyone frowned and thought.

"I'll go." Princess Yinyao volunteered to share the pressure for the direct disciples of Sandao Mountain.

"No, my spirit body is more powerful than you think. Moreover, I can sense that part of the lost spirit body was not wiped out, but was sealed." Zhang Yuanqing pinched his swollen eyebrows and said:

"When the seal is lifted, that part of the spirit body can be taken back."

After speaking, he looked at Xiahou Aotian: "Follow me with a drone."

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

One advantage of small level copies is that if you have enough means, you can explore them slowly and have a strong fault tolerance rate.

Of course, after officially entering the copy, it depends on the situation.

At least now, they have plenty of time.

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

The drone stagnated in mid-air, and the camera it was equipped with sank down, staring at the corpse. Xiahou Aotian's voice came from the speaker:

"The death condition is the same as the corpse. It turns out that it was the footsteps that killed these Shushan disciples."

Zhang Yuanqing said "hmm", stretched out his hand to touch the corpse, and said:

"Part of my spirit body is in the Inferi, but it cannot be taken back. It was sealed by a mysterious force."

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

"Go upstairs and have a look." Zhang Yuanqing stopped paying attention to his own corpse and quickly climbed up to the second floor three steps at a time.

The "eyes" of the drone returned to looking straight, and with the noise of the propeller, it followed up quickly and lightly.

Zhang Yuanqing climbed the steps and arrived at the second floor. In the spacious hall, there were more than a dozen headless corpses with rotting clothes sitting cross-legged. They formed a circle and seemed to be meditating, competing with the corpses running on the first floor. There is a clear difference.

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

"It's like some kind of formation that requires multiple people to maintain... They used the formation to resist the crisis caused by the footsteps, but they failed." Xiahou Aotian's analysis sounded from the drone.

As a maester, he is very sensitive to battle tactics.

Zhang Yuanqing said "hmm":

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

"What is the nature of the footsteps? In other words, what is the identity?"

As he spoke, he looked around and saw a low table on his left, with a headless corpse sitting cross-legged on the table. The head of the corpse rolled down on the table, half of the face looking sideways at the stairs, which was a bit scary.

This corpse seemed to be the division commander of the deceased and a member of the main formation. He was also unable to escape the bad luck.

To the left of the body is a bookshelf, to the right is a potted plant, and a sword hangs on the wall behind it.

Zhang Yuanqing checked them quickly and found that they were all sword cultivation secret books from Shushan, some about swordsmanship, some about sword heart, and some about studying sword intention.

When he picked up the last book "Fan Yun Xi Sword Record", he found something hidden in the secret book.

When I opened it, I saw it was a piece of letter paper. The pages were yellow and brittle, and the ink was dim.

"The bad handsome man Qinqi:

"I am Xuanzhen, the elder of Nanyuan in Shushan Mountain. I borrowed the White Emperor's Crown from you, claiming that I had found a chance to live forever. The master of the teaching became like a maniac. He immersed himself in the library and studied day and night. Every time he realized something, he went out to visit immortals. , seeking the way to immortality.

"Three years ago, half a month ago, he suddenly returned to the mountain gate, summoned us, and claimed that he had discovered the secret of spiritual power failure in the ancient ruins. If it could be solved, it might be possible to change the world, allow the way of heaven to return, and spiritual power to reappear. By then, , everyone can live forever, everyone can become an immortal. Later, the leader went into retreat in the back mountain.

"Seven days ago, the main peak was shrouded in black smoke and isolated from the rest of the world. Ghosts cried out at night, like a ghost. The three elders of us tried our best to find a way out.

"I know that you have a close friendship with Elder Su Wen and have had a mortal relationship. I hope to lend a helping hand to help Shushan survive this disaster."

After Zhang Yuanqing read the letter, he turned his head to look at the drone beside him and said:

"It seems that the headmaster of Shushan discovered something in the ancient ruins and studied it randomly, which led to the destruction of the sect. Well, this explains it. Only ancient evil things can destroy a sect like Shushan. "

Xiahou Aotian said: "Why is this letter for help hidden in the book? Shouldn't it be sent out?"

Just when Zhang Yuanqing was about to speak, Xia Hou Aotian said again: "Oh, Fu Qingyang said that Nanyuan probably encountered the same situation as the main peak, and was enveloped and sealed by black smoke, so the distress letter could not be sent. The deaths of these disciples in the attic, It also proves this.”

Because I couldn't escape, I hid in the attic and set up formations, hoping to survive this disaster.

Zhang Yuanqing thought so too, but Fu Qingyang had already learned to answer quickly, so what else could he say? So he sighed:

"The bad handsome man looks like a pervert like the Demon King."

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

"I entered a Tang Dynasty dungeon, and the protagonist in the background was a bad handsome man. According to the NPC gossip in the dungeon, the bad handsome man had an affair with the empress and also had an affair with the princess." Zhang Yuanqing said, "The devil also likes to have a mother and daughter."

Xia Hou Aotian said: "I think it's different. The Demon Lord was corrupted by the Fallen Holy Grail and became insane. The bad handsome man was a man's favorite for other mothers and daughters."

How brave you are to dare to slander a demigod like this! Zhang Yuanqing brought the topic back on track and said:

"The information collected so far can only be used as a supplement to the background story. We still don't know what the enemy is. This attic is of little value. If you want to get more information, you have to go to the main hall to take a look."

While he was talking, ten minutes passed, and black smoke came in again.

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

Outside the mountain gate.

Zhang Yuanqing hissed, pressed his forehead, hunched over, and his face was grim in pain.

The drone controlled by Xiahou Aotian flew out with a stable trajectory.

The test results speak for themselves.

Footsteps will prioritize attacking enemies with stronger power or intelligence.

This time, Zhang Yuanqing calmed down the pain of tearing his soul after soothing himself for a long time. He felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

That is the memory taken away by the torn soul.

Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice: "The exploration ends here, it's time for us to enter Nanyuan."

If it continues, Yuanshi's condition will get worse and worse, and it will be unable to cope with the big crisis in the dungeon. In addition, the price of many props in Yuanshi is in the spiritual realm.

As his spirit body becomes weaker and weaker, the cost of those props will come back and it will most likely kill him.

Naturally, Xiahou Aotian and others would not refuse.

The five people immediately entered Nanyuan and walked towards the Golden Dome Hall opposite the living area with clear goals.

"Creak!"

Pushing open the almost rotten palace door, this hall that has been covered in dust for endless years comes into view.

On a high pedestal, there stood a statue of a female wearing a toga. She had graceful eyebrows and a round face. She was holding an iron sword with red spikes in her hand, which was already stained with rust.

The other hand holds a mottled yellow gourd.

The incense table was covered with thick dust, and the porcelain plate containing the tributes was covered with melons and fruits that had rotted into black particles.

Bright yellow curtains hang from the beams, and stories about the female sculptures are hung on the walls and columns.

Nanyuan is a separate garden of Shushan Mountain, not the main peak. Naturally, the hall enshrined is not the gods, but the predecessors who have made outstanding contributions in the history of Shushan sect.

The person enshrined in the hall is named Yaoguang, the ninth headmaster of Shushan.

At that time, the second generation of the Sui Dynasty was mediocre and cruel, plundering the people's wealth and anointing, and the people of the world had been suffering for a long time. The Eighteenth Route Rebels rebelled one after another, the order collapsed, and the demons in the rivers and lakes danced wildly.

There was once a rebel army that coveted Shushan's secret books and magic weapons, hoping to take them for themselves and add to their heritage in the Central Plains.

The head teacher Yao Guang led his disciples to resist and fought fiercely with the rebels for more than a month before repelling them. She also injured her original source and died of illness the following year.

Shushan built Yaoguang Hall for him, and his deeds were engraved in the hall to receive incense from future generations of disciples.

Zhang Yuanqing and others groped around in the Yaoguang Palace for a while, but did not gain any information, and any items they touched did not have item information.

This temple seems to be a background building.

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PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.