“Cough cough!” Zhang Yuanqing cleared his throat and said, “In high-difficulty dungeons, sometimes taking risks is the only way. Not every crisis can be cleverly resolved. Going directly into the main hall is okay, but I’m still a little uneasy.”

He looked at the pavilions and meditation rooms and said, "There might be other clues in the living area. I plan to manipulate Yin corpses to go in and take a look.”

Although drones are excellent scouts, they can't perform delicate operations. And Fu Qingyang's puppets can't share vision. The Night Walker's Yin corpses are the best to use, equivalent to an avatar.

Zhang Yuanqing took out Little Red Riding Hood, and shook out two Yin corpses, one was a transcendent bewitchment demon in broken armor, and the other was the Silver Yo Princess in slim jeans and a light-colored t-shirt.

The Silver Yo Princess looked around, raised her small horn, and muttered, "Another dungeon?"

As an ancient cultivator, she couldn't handle the frequency of The Way of the Extraordinary's dungeons.

Having a life-and-death crisis every now and then, who can stand it? Ancient cultivators emphasized emotional tranquility and seclusion in the mountains, away from the mundane world. Even if limited by talent, unable to become a powerful figure, they could still live freely.

But The Way of the Extraordinary is either fighting or preparing to fight, a bunch of workaholics.

"You unfilial bastard, follow me, the direct disciple of your master, and you will get plenty of benefits in the future.” Zhang Yuanqing patted Silver Yo's cold, fragrant shoulder, manipulating the Yin corpse to enter the open ground.

He walked quickly, heading straight for the pavilion on the right.

This pavilion had a distinct Tang Dynasty style, with large dougong brackets, thick pillars, and a uniform color scheme that was not rigid.

Magnificent but not delicate, it had a dignified atmosphere that Song Dynasty architecture lacked. The door of the pavilion was not a lattice door, but a sliding door similar to those in Japan.

Zhang Yuanqing stepped onto the steps and tried to open the sliding door, but found that after being sealed for endless years, the door was long stuck.

So he kicked the wooden door into pieces. As the things inside the building came into view, the only agile eye on the Yin corpse's face slightly凝.

The閣樓裡 everywhere are corpses, and all the corpses are separated, they are either chopped off their heads while running, their bodies are lying down or their heads are rolling off.

Not understanding what happened in an instant, bodies just fell straight to the ground, some fell at the door, some fell in the room, some fell on the stairs leading to the ring building.

The floor and straw mats were decayed and moldy, and the air was filled with a rancid smell.

The clothes on their bodies had long been chlorinated and faded, like rags wrapped around them, but the flesh and blood of the corpses, after a long time, were only dry and wrinkled, and so were the heads.

"These should be the disciples of Mount Shu, all died in the house." Zhang Yuanqing was secretly shocked.

Mount Shu was a cultivation sect in the Tang Dynasty. Buliang Shuai once borrowed the White Emperor's Crown from Mount Shu. Being able to get Buliang Shuai, a demigod, to borrow from Mount Shu would mean that Mount Shu's strength was definitely not low.

Not to mention the peak Sovereigns, there must have been high-ranking Sovereigns, and more than one. Such a force, in the Tang Dynasty, was laughing at the world.

“As long as the imperial court does not launch a large-scale siege, it is almost impossible to be exterminated. If they encountered a strong enemy, the corpses should be all over the inner pavilion, the main hall, and the houses should be destroyed in battle. But they seemed to be hiding in the pavilion to take refuge, but still encountered misfortune, which is a bit terrifying!"

What kind of enemy would make Mount Shu, which was then a top force, so terrified? Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing withdrew from the pavilion and explored the weeds under the eaves, trying to find traces of the formation, but under the scouring of time, all traces had disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to the pavilion and simply searched the first floor. Apart from decayed furniture, decorations, and corpses, there were no discoveries.

Just as he was about to go to the main building, suddenly, billowing black smoke poured in from outside the pavilion, and the field of vision quickly lowered until nothing could be seen.

"It's Yin energy, powerful Yin energy." Zhang Yuanqing continued to move forward in the dark for about two minutes, and he heard faint footsteps in his ears, footsteps with a strange rhythm.

The next second, his vision returned to his teammates.

Woo~

Zhang Yuanqing groaned painfully, covering his head, his forehead veins bulging.

Gongzhu was startled, "What's wrong?"

"Part of the spiritual body that entered the Yin corpse has been sealed and cannot be recovered." Zhang Yuanqing's face was shaking with blue veins, and sweat the size of beans was rolling down. He was equivalent to having part of his spiritual body torn apart.

Hearing this, Gongzhu, Fu Qingyang, Xiahou Aotian, and Demon Eye Heavenly King's expressions all changed.

Fu Qingyang frowned slightly: "I had already thought that after the black smoke surged, if it only selected one target each time, then Yuanshi's Yin corpse could infinitely expand our survival rate."

"Now the effect of this strategy will be greatly reduced, or even unfeasible. Each time a Yin corpse is lost, a part of the soul will be sealed. Yuanshi will lightly lose his memory and his strength will be damaged, and heavily he will lose his soul and go crazy. The former becomes a walking corpse, and the latter becomes a crazy person who does not recognize his relatives."

Xiahou Aotian immediately said, "Then use my drone to replace it. Drones are inanimate objects, and it doesn't matter how many are lost."

Demon Eye Heavenly King "Hey" said, "Then we have to test a set of data again to see who the black smoke will attack first, between an intelligent intruder and an unintelligent intruder."

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing had already smoothed out his soul wounds through illusionist means, and said, "Then let's try the first floor of the pavilion again. I haven't been to the second floor yet. There may be clues inside. This dungeon is very strange."

He told his teammates what he saw in the pavilion, the corpses were separated and died in a uniform manner, the Southern Courtyard disciples, gathered together, as if they were taking refuge.

What kind of enemy could force a cultivation sect like Mount Shu into this situation? Everyone frowned and thought.

"I'll go." Silver Yo Princess took the initiative to volunteer, wanting to share the pressure for the direct disciples of Three Daos Mountain.

"No need, my spiritual body is more powerful than you think, and I can sense that the lost part of the spiritual body has not been wiped out, but has been sealed!" Zhang Yuanqing pinched his aching brow, and said, "When the seal is released, that part of the spiritual body can be taken back."

After speaking, he looked at Xiahou Aotian, "Manipulate a drone to follow me."

Xiahou Aotian immediately took out a black metal box, opened the lid, connected the nerve wires, and controlled a drone to follow behind Yuanshi Tianzun, entering the Southern Courtyard.

Small dungeons of the checkpoint type have one advantage: if there are enough means, they can be slowly explored and have a strong fault tolerance rate.

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

At least now, they have plenty of time.

Zhang Yuanqing led the drone to fly quickly, re-entering the pavilion, and saw his Yin corpse lying on the stairs, its head and body separated.

The drone hovered in mid-air, the equipped camera lowered, staring at the corpse, and Xiahou Aotian's voice came from the loudspeaker, "The death and the corpses are the same. It turns out that the one who killed these Mount Shu disciples was that footstep sound."

Zhang Yuanqing "hmm" said, reached out and touched the Yin corpse, and said, "Part of my spiritual body is in the Yin corpse, but it cannot be recovered. It is sealed by a mysterious force."