Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Everyone looked at each other, and the greed in their eyes finally overcame the fear of unknown danger. After all, Ye Qian'an had too many magic weapons on him. Even if he died, he would die in the world outside the secret realm.

Then everything on your body will remain here forever and no one can get it.

Mang Ning was the first to snort coldly, "If we let him go, we will become a laughing stock in the future. If this kid can get in, why can't we?"

After saying this, the tremendous magic power of the middle stage Golden Immortal surged around him, transforming into a layer of protective light shield, and he flew down to the ravine first.

Seeing this, the other monks gritted their teeth and used their own methods. Some used magic weapons, while others cast defensive spells and followed closely behind.

He was afraid that Mang Ning from the Corpse King Sect would take the lead.

The masters from other sects looked at each other. Even the cultivator who had just spoken was silent. After a long while, he said, "Forget it. I don't want the Zixiao Dynasty anymore."

"Everyone, get out of here with me."

"As ordered!"

After entering the ravine, they found that the space here was extremely strange. There was a chaotic energy storm everywhere, and their sense of direction became blurred.

But when they thought of the treasures on Ye Qian'an, they gritted their teeth and continued to move forward.

Ye Qian'an noticed someone chasing him from behind and snorted in his heart. He didn't expect that these guys would actually dare to come in. It really seems that money makes the world go round.

I don't know how long I flew, but suddenly a dilapidated palace appeared in front of me. It seemed as if the palace had been abandoned for countless years and no longer had the vitality of the past.

As he approached, the palace became clearer, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

The palace gate was closed tightly, and it was engraved with all kinds of strange runes. Ye Qian'an tried to explore it with his spiritual sense, but was bounced back by an invisible force. He became more curious and alert.

Mang Ning and the others behind him gradually approached Ye Qian'an after struggling through the energy storm. "Boy, you can't run away!"

Mang Ning roared, and his voice echoed in this strange space.

Ye Qian'an no longer paid attention to the pursuers behind him. He focused all his attention on the palace in front of him.

He found a small stone platform on one side of the palace, on which was placed a crystal emitting a soft glow.

Ye Qian'an's heart moved, and he slowly approached the stone platform and reached out to take the crystal. The moment he touched the crystal, the palace gate suddenly emitted a dazzling light, slowly opened, and a strong suction force surged out of it. Ye Qian'an was sucked in before he could react.

When Mang Ning and others arrived, they saw only the palace gate was wide open and the suction force was gradually dissipating. They hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to step into the palace.

As soon as they entered the palace, they were stunned by the scene before them. The palace was full of glittering treasures, and all kinds of rare elixirs and magic weapons were placed randomly.

But before they could rejoice, the surrounding environment began to change. A series of phantom-like restrictions emerged, trapping them inside.

However, some people could not help it and began to frantically collect the treasures here. However, before they had enough, all the magic weapons in their hands disappeared.

"What kind of place is this? These magic weapons can only be looked at but not touched?!"

"These things are weird. They look real, but they are actually fake. And I can feel that there are many forbidden things here. If you touch other things that you shouldn't touch, you will probably die." As soon as an old man finished speaking, the previous collision caused those cultivators to turn into ashes in an instant and disappear in the air. Obviously, what he said was indeed true. If you touch the treasures of these immortal palaces, you will die.

Everyone who saw this was stunned. They couldn't believe that the prohibition here was so terrible. A powerful True Immortal in the early stage was turned into ashes.

Mang Ning cursed, "Damn it! Such a terrifying palace is hidden in the secret realm of Aolai Country. Doesn't the strong man of Aolai Country know about this?"

"I'm afraid they already knew about this, but they didn't dare to enter this place rashly. Didn't you see those skeletons? Judging from the traces on their skeletons, these people's strength has reached the realm of Daluo Jinxian. In this case, even if Daluo Jinxian came here, he couldn't touch these magic weapons at all."

One of the True Immortal cultivators saw that the things here were untouchable and did not intend to stay here any longer. He turned around and was about to leave. However, just as he took half a step into the place, he was swept by a golden light and died on the spot.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked again.

I didn't go out...

Mang Ning looked at the True Immortal who had turned to ashes, his eyes spitting fire, and roared angrily: "What the hell is this place! Are we going to return empty-handed and risk our lives here?"

His voice became hoarse with anger and echoed in the palace, shaking the air around it slightly.

The other cultivators also looked unwilling. They had gone through untold hardships in this secret realm and thought they could seize the treasure from Ye Qian'an, but they did not expect to fall into such a desperate situation.

"What on earth is the Aolai Kingdom doing? They set up such a deadly trap and made us run around like headless flies."

A monk from the Demon Cult had a ferocious look on his face, and the magic weapon in his hand was buzzing with the anger of its master, as if it was also responding to his unwillingness.

The anger in everyone's hearts was like a burning flame, but there was nowhere to vent it.

They were trapped in this phantom restriction, and every attempt to break through was like hitting a rock with an egg. They could only watch the tempting treasures around them but were unable to touch them.

"No, I won't give up! Ye Qian'an must have found some trick in there. We can't be trapped to death like this."

Mang Ning clenched his fists so tightly that his joints turned white, and the aura of a mid-stage Golden Immortal in his body fluctuated disorderly.

He suppressed the fear in his heart and began to carefully observe the forbidden runes around him, trying to find a glimmer of hope from these complex patterns.

Seeing this, the other monks also calmed down and put away their panic. Although there was still anger and unwillingness in their eyes, at this moment survival and treasure hunting were imminent. They could only turn these emotions into motivation to break through the difficulties. Even if the hope was slim, they were unwilling to give up the struggle.

After all, life is only once, and if you die, you will really have nothing. They are unwilling to accept this, just because a little child like Ye Qian'an died in this place.

"Let's go check out the runes around here first. I feel like there should be a passage to leave this place. Otherwise, the strong men from Aolai country wouldn't have lost several Golden Immortals before they blocked the news of this place."

Mang Ning snorted coldly. He didn't believe that this palace could trap them forever.

"Ye Qian'an, don't let me go, or I will cut you into pieces!"

(End of this chapter)