The Magician of Cultivation

An hour later, the five people finally arrived at their destination.

What appeared before them was a desolate and dilapidated palace.

Most of the palace walls have collapsed, revealing dark brown bricks and stones, and the original paint on the palace door has also fallen off.

Apart from this, there was nothing else, and it was completely silent, without even the sound of an insect.

Li Yu's spiritual consciousness spread out, covering the palace and the square in front of it.

Soon, his pupils shrank slightly.

Next to the big human footprint, another footprint appeared at some point.

One was slightly smaller and looked like a woman's footprint.

"what happened?"

Song Chonglou immediately noticed his abnormality, and his attention was attracted by the newly appeared footprints.

He stared for several seconds before looking up at the dilapidated palace door.

"Come in, we have no choice."

Everyone nodded, all with heavy hearts.

They also discovered the new footprints.

But so what?

Just as Song Chonglou said, they have no way out.

Soon, the five people arrived at the gate of the palace.

When viewed from a hundred meters away, the palace gate did not appear very tall, but when they got closer, they found that it was extremely magnificent.

The palace gate is made of an unknown beech wood and is five meters high.

The vermilion paint on the door has fallen off piece by piece under the erosion of time, and it looks very mottled.

Everyone stood in front of the door and looked up.

A large, heavy, brand new plaque with a black background and gold edges hangs directly above the palace door.

The plaque is inscribed with three large gold-plated characters: "The Netherworld Palace". The majestic and majestic aura emanates from the plaque, which makes people feel awe.

Old man Li Qingfeng walked to the heavy door of the palace and looked around.

He pressed his right hand on the palace door and exerted slight force, but the door did not move at all.

"Ok?"

Old Master Li was stunned. He pressed his hands on the right side of the palace door at the same time and shouted in a low voice, "Open."

This time the palace door shook slightly, but soon there was no movement again.

Everyone was a little surprised this time.

Mr. Li is a top-level earth-attribute martial artist, and the earth attribute is known for its strength and defense.

With the increase of his fighting spirit, the strength of his arms must be over ten thousand pounds.

Even if he doesn't use his fighting spirit now, the strength of his two hands must exceed a thousand pounds.

Such force could not even push open a door that seemed to be crumbling.

"The palace door is so heavy," said Old Master Li with a gloomy face and a cold smile, "Please move aside, I'm going to use all my strength."

Upon hearing this, the four of them moved aside.

Song Chonglou took out a huge shield and stood cautiously in front of everyone, keeping alert.

As the khaki fighting spirit circulated, Li Qingfeng's originally skinny and hunched body suddenly swelled up.

A powerful aura centered on him and rushed out in all directions, causing the dust on the ground to fly everywhere.

"Huh"

With a loud shout, the heavy wooden door began to vibrate violently.

The cracked red lacquer on the wooden door, along with the dust on the top of the palace door, fell down with a puff.

The door hinges made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and the heavy, slightly tilted wooden door rubbed against the ground and slowly cracked to both sides.

Mr. Li's eyes were wide open and his face was red.

The khaki-colored fighting spirit was like substance, clinging to his arms, causing his already strong arms to swell again.

Explosive power emanates from his muscular arms.

Mr. Li exerted force suddenly.

boom!

The palace door quickly opened diagonally from the middle to the inside of the hall, leaving a gap more than one person wide.

Through the crack in the door, you can see that the hall is pitch black.

A cold wind, carrying with it a foul smell of decay, blew out through the gap in the door.

Li Qingfeng pulled back, and Song Chonglou, holding a huge shield, took a step forward and stood in front of him.

Everyone concentrated and held their breath, using all their strength to circulate their fighting spirit, and remained cautious.

There was silence all around, and no movement in the hall.

Apart from the whistling sound of the foul wind blowing through the door, there was no other sound.

The four turned to look at Li Yu, only to find that his face was as pale as paper.

"Mr. Li, what's wrong with you?" Gu Jin asked anxiously.

"Mage Li Yu, what's going on?"

Song Chonglou also looked at him with a frown, his face full of concern.

"I am fine."

Li Yu waved his hand, signaling everyone to stay calm.

"When the palace door opened just now, I used my spiritual power to probe into the palace."

"Oh?"

The four of them were shocked when they heard this.

"What's happening in the hall?" Cai Liangyu asked impatiently.

"Corpses. Human corpses are everywhere."

Li Yu's face was still a little pale. "My mental power was greatly hindered in the hall. I can only observe the surrounding space of 100 meters."

He looked at the four people, "And when I tried to explore further, I was defeated."

He deliberately referred to spiritual consciousness as mental power to make it easier for the four people to understand.

In fact, the situation in the temple was far more serious than he said.

Because the spiritual consciousness was not defeated, but swallowed up.

The only thing that can devour spiritual consciousness is the soul, or an "existence" that cultivates soul power.

"A human corpse?"

"Can launch mental attacks? Is it that necromancer?"

The four top martial artists looked at each other, feeling increasingly heavy-hearted.

"It's still unknown whether he is a necromancer," Li Yu continued, "those human corpses have been here for who knows how long, and most of them have already rotted. Even those that haven't rotted yet have mutilated limbs and are unrecognizable. And..."

"And what?" Song Chonglou asked.

"And all the dead were from the same force. This is easy to confirm, as their clothes are exactly the same."

Li Yu continued with an unpleasant expression, "They were attacked by one or a group of huge monsters."

"The same force?" Cai Liangyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Magician Li Yu, I wonder if that army has a flag, or if there are any patterns on the clothes of the corpses?"

"Pattern?" Li Yu thought about it carefully, his eyes lit up, "Is it this logo?"

He took out the "volcanic wood" staff from his storage ring and started to scratch it casually on the floor in front of the temple door.

With his level of carving master, sketching a pattern is naturally a piece of cake for him.

Soon, a circular pattern appeared on the ground.

The pattern is not complicated, and the edge of the circle is woven from slender willow branches.

At the bottom of the densest branches, there is a slightly thicker branch leading out, with a gorgeous rose flower standing on the branch, blooming in the circle.

"What force's emblem is this?"

Song Chonglou and Li Qingfeng both looked confused, while Cai Liangyu frowned in thought.

Kuching seemed to know something, but was not sure.

"Brother Gu, do you recognize this pattern?"

Li Yu saw that the disbelief in Gu Jin's eyes was becoming more and more intense, and guessed that he might know something, so he asked.