Su Ying asked in shock: "Mo Lan, can you...can you handle it?"
Mo Lan smiled slightly and said, "Of course it's no problem."
Su Ying nodded, and said, "Your Wuhun Ice Prism is really powerful, so be careful."
Mo Lan nodded and stood with Du Ruo.
Yang Qingxuan said: "Okay, let the eight of us go in first, and explore the reality of this ancient temple. According to what I said earlier, the front and back are separated by three feet, echoing each other."
"good!"
The other seven responded in unison.
Yang Qingxuan took out the Wujin cassock from the storage device.
Everyone's eyelids twitched, this kind of defensive element is very precious, even a big family may not have it. Yang Qingxuan can get it out, the background will never be simple.
Lan Yan's heart thumped even more, and she immediately recognized that it belonged to Wujin cassock, Elder Lu Jiangpeng's. This made Yang Qingxuan's identity even more certain.
The direct disciples of the Seventh Elder have no less status than their direct descendants.
Yang Qingxuan held the vestment and looked at it for a while, then grabbed it casually, and the Demon Slayer Sword appeared in his hand, and slashed at the vestment.
"you… ?"
Everyone was stunned and didn't understand what he was going to do.
"Boom!"
The demon-slaying sword struck the gravity circle on the vestment, immediately cutting countless lines into pieces.
The gravity field on the entire vestment suddenly failed.
Only then did Yang Qingxuan put on the cassock.
Lan Yan frowned, thoughtful, but felt distressed in her heart. The gravity field is a sharp weapon for cultivation, and its value is immeasurable.
The rest of the people were all baffled. Seeing a good cassock, a sword mark was cut out, which broke the formation on it and made it look much uglier.
Naturally, Yang Qingxuan couldn't explain, and said, "Follow me." Then he stepped into the ancient hall first.
All the students watched from behind, all of them clenched their fists and became nervous for a while.
As soon as he stepped into it, Yang Qingxuan's heart tightened, and he felt uncomfortable as if he had entered another space.
The other seven people also went in one after another, and they all had the same feeling. Even the ground was uneven, and the feeling of stepping on it was extremely weird.
Xiao Feng was dripping with cold sweat, and said in shock: "Yang Qingxuan, pay attention to your feet, I feel a strong resentment under my feet, as if walking in a cemetery."
Yang Qingxuan stopped, and the seven people behind him also stopped.
The hall was pitch black, but after cultivating to the Spirit Martial Realm, one could see at night and see the scene inside the hall clearly, but naturally it was not as clear under the light.
The hall is gloomy and spacious, with more than a dozen pillars encircling it standing on the main hall, with simple formation symbols drawn on them, but the momentum is compelling.
Yang Qingxuan lowered his head. On the ground paved with bluestone bricks, irregular patterns appeared on it, and many lines were raised, so it would feel uneven when stepped on.
Chen Zhen asked in surprise: "Why are there so many embossed patterns on the ground? Could it be that the ground is a formation?"
Meng Rui shook his head and said, "It's not like that. There are no rules in these formations. The formations are all straight lines, and these are all curved forces, just like human curves."
The voice fell, and the hall was instantly silent.
All eight of them suddenly realized something, and beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads. The faces of the three girls turned pale and became bloodless.
Chen Zhen tremblingly said: "Could it be that I, we, step on, step on, Xu, many people, body, body?"
Yang Qingxuan made a strange swallowing sound in his throat, and the eight of them even held their breath, their faces turning pale.
Yang Qingxuan swallowed with difficulty, and said: "Everyone, don't think too much, people will turn into mud after death. The corpses under your feet should be corpses that haven't completely decomposed. Let's put aside distracting thoughts and treat them as if they were in the mountains. Just walk on the small road with potholes and hollows... "
"Gulu."
A series of swallowing sounds sounded.
But these seven people were very human, and they quickly calmed down according to Yang Qingxuan's words.
Xiao Feng turned pale and said: "Yang Qingxuan, should we retreat first? My martial spirit can feel the voices from the corpses underground. Many of these corpses seem to be our classmates..."
As soon as the words came out, several people gasped one after another, and the three women trembled all over, their faces turned pale with fright.
Yang Qingxuan said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense! These corpses have been buried in the ground for many years, let alone hundreds of years, how could they be our classmates!"
"True, true, yes, true..."
Xiao Feng was weeping, and his voice was crying, "It's really our classmate, my martial soul has a telepathic heart, and can sense many hidden things, so it will never lie to me."
Yang Qingxuan's face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If it's true or not, you'll know if you check it."
He squatted down and looked at the protrusion on the ground.
All seven of them held their breath, their faces turned pale, and their eyes were staring straight ahead, not daring to look down.
I have seen Yang Qingxuan's corpse many times, but I have never seen such a weird one.
A large number of corpses seemed to have dissolved into the ground, and many parts remained on the ground without completely dissolving, which made the ground uneven.
It's just that many corpses have lost their faces, or their heads have been dissolved in, making it difficult to see clearly.
Yang Qingxuan took out the shovel used for mining, and carefully shoveled it along the edge of a relatively short corpse.
The other seven people felt trembling when they heard the sound of the shovel. The three girls didn't dare to look at it at all, and the other four boys peeked at it from time to time, but every time they glanced, their faces turned pale.
Soon, Yang Qingxuan dug out a thin corpse from the ground. The corpse was covered with blue mucus, which was the same color as the ground.
Turning over the corpse, it was a woman with handsome features and a very young woman, but her face was full of fear and pain. She must have died very miserablely.
Yang Qingxuan's face was a bit ugly. This woman looked a little like a student. He said: "You all come over and see if you recognize this person. I'm not familiar with the schoolmates."
After seeing it, several boys shook their heads and said, "I don't know."
Yang Qingxuan said: "You three girls, come and have a look."
Du Ruo's face was pale, and he said, "Wei Wei, you can go."
Duan Weiwei shivered for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Go, Mo Lan."
Mo Lan's face turned pale immediately, and she shook her head desperately.
Duan Wei said: "If you go, Du, you will be the most powerful here."
Du Ruo's face became strange, and he said, "I'm not a student of the academy, but just a 'accompanying student' of the princess, what's the use in my opinion?"
Duan Wei said: "Then Mo Lan, you go.
Mo Lan was about to refuse, when Duan Weiwei said, "I can give you my fox fur bag."
When Mo Lan heard this, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, plus the bright red lipstick and moisturizing cream that the Princess gave you that day, I want it."
(end of this chapter)