On the second underground floor, the rancid, damp, musty smell in the vast hall became even stronger. The strong smell of corpse has turned into a poison.
Mu Qingxue frowned slightly and took the veil to cover her mouth and nose, which made her feel better.
Looking around, there is still a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with bones everywhere. There were even sleeping monsters against the wall, but they were unable to move due to restraints and fell into a deep sleep.
"There are at least thousands of dead bodies... What the hell is this place!"
Mu Qingxue was extremely shocked.
She may have regretted agreeing to Ye An's coming, but then she thought of the empress Qi Xi, and with complicated thoughts, she mustered up inexplicable strength and continued walking deeper.
At the end of the hall, there is also an altar.
On the stone wall behind the altar, there is a fairly relaxing wall painting: a towering tree.
Crossing the endless corpses, blood and bones, we came to the altar here.
Mu Qingxue discovered that the stone platform next to it was filled with many scrolls.
"It's the scroll again..."
She couldn't help complaining.
This huge underground altar had witnessed such a bleak scene before even finding out much information about the Zhongzhou Seal. Precisely because it is in the Sea of Silence, there are no people from the temple to clean up the place.
Complaining was a complaint, but she still took out one of the scrolls, spread it out, and looked at it carefully—
"Incoming order."
"In the year 2199 of the Qili calendar, on the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, twenty people were accepted..."
Mu Qingxue frowned and put the scroll away, "It's still the so-called 'receipt order'. But in terms of time, it was only about twenty years ago."
She put the scroll away and put it in her storage space.
Immediately afterwards, he took out the next scroll and slowly unfolded it—
"Prayer calendar year 2201, July 16th, tester: Zhou Yunfeng."
"Fitness with the Jianmu Tree: 10%."
"Remarks: After injecting the power of the stars, the subject's flesh and blood rotted and his spiritual veins deteriorated."
"Grade: D, lower."
Beside the text, there are two portraits. They are Zhou Yunfeng's previous portraits, and the ghostly white bones that remain after the flesh and blood have been rotted away.
Mu Qingxue was stunned for a moment.
Immediately she took out the next scroll.
"July 22, Experimenter: Zhou Ye"
"Fitness with the Jianmu Tree: 30%."
"Remarks: The bloodline is corroded and the spiritual veins are degenerated."
"Grade: D-level medium."
It's still the same portrait and Yousen's skeleton.
Countless scrolls like this are piled on the stone platform next to the altar on the second underground floor.
"July 27th, tester: Yun Ling."
“…”
"Grade: D-level medium."
"The first day of August, experimenter: Chen Jue"
“…”
Mu Qingxue flipped through many scrolls.
But it was discovered that it contained the experimenter's information, not just the few lines of text, but also more records about the experimenter's life.
Mu Qingxue's eyes trembled, she was stunned for a long time, and then she said in a trembling tone: "The people of the Crescent Sect... are they experimenting on living people, and for what purpose? Is it to make them into puppets?"
"But the art of puppetry has long been discontinued because it violated taboos. Secondly, this is not like the art of puppetry..."
She summoned the storage space.
Immediately, he threw all the scrolls in front of him into the storage space.
The terrifying amount accumulated over the years is already covered with dust.
However, at this moment, Mu Qingxue suddenly noticed that some of the scrolls were a little strange.
"This is… "
She took out the scrolls, randomly selected one, and slowly spread it out—
"Ji Huang, spiritual root talent: excellent"
"Xuanyuan's blood is mellow."
"Remarks: Excellent qualifications as a container."
Mu Qingxue paused immediately.
No matter how you say it, the Ji family in Zhongzhou is one of the largest families. Even if the people in the temple want to touch them or Ji Huang, they still need to consider the situation.
But here, the people of the Crescent Sect have positioned it as an excellent container.
Regarding the scroll about Ji Huang, only these few lines of text were recorded. But there were more special scrolls that caught her attention.
She took out the next scroll again and opened it to read.
But the weight of the words on it was far beyond her expectation—
"Chen Che, spiritual root talent: inferior"
"Born in the Chen family in Beihuang, a branch of the Lin family in Zhongzhou, with bad spiritual talent."
"Remarks: It is suspected that the child is blessed by heaven and has strong luck. If it is used as a container forcibly, there may be accidents, so we will not consider it for now."
This is about Chen Che, and his portrait is also attached.
Mu Qingxue's thoughts went blank and she blankly took out the next scroll.
"Ye An, spiritual root talent: excellent"
"Born in the deserted village of Beihuang, he is a member of the Ye family. He is suspected to be a descendant of the first generation of the palace master. This matter is doubtful."
"Remarks: Excellent qualifications as a container."
"Remark 2: Because he was established as the Holy Son, he cannot act rashly, temporarily."
Even Ye An was clearly recorded on the scroll.
Mu Qingxue's face was full of confusion. Although there were only a few short jargons in it, the information it revealed was something that even she had not known until now.
For example, he is suspected to be a descendant of the first generation of the palace master... What does this count as, and where did he learn about it
Open the next scroll again.
Until this moment, Mu Qingxue's surprise reached its peak.
"Qixi, spiritual root talent: none"
"Born in the Chen family of Zhongzhou in the past, her original name was Chen Xi. After the Chen family was exterminated, she joined the temple. She was the goddess of the temple in the past and the favored person of His Majesty the Empress. She is the empress of the temple today and has the body of a demigod. The reason for this is not yet known."
"Remarks: The body of a demigod is excluded by the will of heaven and is decided by His Majesty."
Mu Qingxue's hand holding the scroll even trembled a little. Her eyes were blank, and she hesitated for a long time before she finally came to her senses, staring straight at the words inside.
That is the news about the current His Majesty, and it is also recorded in the scroll.
She slowly raised her head and looked at the bronze hall around her and the simple and mysterious Zhongzhou mark on the ceiling.
"Everyone in the world who knows about His Majesty's life experience is dead, and no more information about His Majesty has ever been recorded in the Temple's historical records."
"So, how do the people of the Crescent Sect do it? How do they do it..."
Mu Qingxue's thoughts fell into a brief daze.
After a moment, she suddenly woke up, her thoughts returned to reality, and she reached out for her sound transmission stone.
…
The sun rises and sets.
At midnight.
Ye An's eyes were sleepy and he rested heavily under the tree.
Today I barely completed four small formations. Tomorrow is the final time limit, and the remaining formations need to be completed in one go within one day tomorrow.
By then, the formation of the Heavenly Tribulation Formation will be able to successfully clear out the evil warriors and kill the remaining three palace masters who joined the Crescent Sect.
Fortunately, this is just a magical formation, and there are tricks. If it were an ordinary method, it would be impossible even if Ye An was given ten years, let alone three days.
at this time.
The sound transmission stone on his body moved, and only Mu Qingxue could contact him through it.