Emperor of Nine Suns

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When she was in danger, all Zhou Mei had to do was either say a few coquettish words, frown and act coquettishly, or hide behind with a panicked look on her face.

Ling Xuan's discernment is so sharp that she can naturally see that Zhou Mei's cultivation is not weak. She has at least reached the peak of the Spirit River realm. Except for a few people who are half a step above the Tianhe old monster level, she should They belong to the strongest group of people.

However, she barely used her tyrannical skills, and simply used her frailty and charm as a woman to have a group of men loyally work for her, which made people marvel.

It was at this time that Ling Xuan learned that according to legend, women themselves actually possess powerful weapons, but these weapons could only be used on men.

She felt like she had really seen another world that she had never seen before.

The result of the battle was a near miss. After everyone moved forward for about three thousand feet and killed tens of thousands of puppets, they finally reached the end of the corridor.

This is a corner. After walking over, your eyes suddenly become clear.

The surrounding environment seems to be the back of a certain mountain peak, with lush vegetation and a wide field of vision. From time to time, you can see some spiritual birds flying across the sky.

Thousands of feet away in front is a bamboo forest. At first glance, it looks as blue as the sea, which is quite magnificent.

But there were still more than a dozen people gathered in twos and threes around the exit of the Wooden Artifact Collection Hall. Seeing them appear, several of them suddenly became excited and rushed over.

"You guys have come over here. As pathfinders, we are so anxious that we can no longer contact you after entering the woodware museum!"

"Good work!"

Elder Lingxin nodded slightly, glanced around, and his pupils shrank unknownly, then he smiled soothingly and waved to the people behind him.

"Everyone, let's take a rest first. When people come gradually later, we will all go through the level together."

When the monks heard this, they looked for a place to rest. Ling Xuan kept her eyes on Ling Xin with great interest.

She felt that her spiritual heart seemed to notice something, but she said nothing.

After all, they had gone through a big battle, which lasted for nearly an hour. Many people felt a little tired, so the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

The monks waited here for the newcomers, and some of the more impatient ones began to explore the surrounding environment.

Immediately afterwards, other monks began to pass through the puppet corridor and gathered here one after another.

Because Lingxin and his group had already cleaned up almost all the puppets in the entire corridor before, it was much easier for newcomers to enter again. After all, it takes time to generate new puppets, and they cannot be refilled instantly.

The Liuhe army formation composed of puppet soldiers is not very strong, and ordinary puppets are only at the Lingquan level.

But the so-called "not strong" here also depends on who you are talking about.

Facing Lingxin, a group of experts who are basically all at the Linghe realm or above, they are naturally not strong. However, the monks behind are generally at the Lingquan and Lingxi realms, so it will be much more difficult to deal with them. .

So when the team of more than 500 people passed through the puppet corridor one after another, after counting, dozens of people were killed or injured. Most of them were killed by the purple puppet who had the strength of Linghe level.

There are also some who were simply too weak and died after being attacked by ordinary puppets. There is really nothing to say about this.

The world of monks is not a paradise, but a cruel killing field of life and death. The weaker you are, the more you are in danger of falling at any time.

After the first level, there were still more than 400 people.

"Elder Lingxin, have you discovered where the demon is?"

Successfully passing through the Puppet Corridor was considered to be the first difficulty in the world of mortals, and many monks felt happy.

However, most monks still firmly remember that the real difficulty is the demon lurking somewhere.

Only by killing all the demons can we truly overcome the difficulties.

Apart from that, nothing else really matters.

Elder Lingxin glanced at the entire audience, his beautiful face full of seriousness, and asked, "What do you think is the difficulty of this puppet corridor?"

The monks thought about it for a moment, and then started discussing in various ways. The atmosphere seemed a little noisy for a while.

Later, a tall physical practitioner with a loud voice yelled, "We are very weak!"

This is the final conclusion.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Even the most powerful purple puppet, although its strength has reached the Spirit River Realm, only has the basic abilities of speed, strength and defense of the Spirit River Realm monk level.

There is no control over the laws of space or other magical powers like those in the Spirit River Realm.

In a real fight, the purple puppet is much weaker than the real Tianhe strongman who has endless magical powers and secrets.

Some people even made a special combat strength assessment and believed that as long as four to five Lingxi monks cooperated well, they could easily kill the purple puppet.

As long as there is a Linghe monk in the team, there is basically a chance to fight all the way to the end.

Ling Xuan was a little curious when she saw the sharpness in Elder Lingxin's eyes.

Has she really discovered the demon hidden among everyone?

"We sent out the first five groups to explore the road. Each group has ten people and at least one strong person from Linghe will be in charge."

Elder Lingxin looked seriously at the first dozen or so people who survived, and the chill on his face became more and more intense. "Some teams even had three strong people from the Linghe River. As a result, there were only 50 people left in the team. Thirteen people..."

"Can you explain why the casualty rate is so high?"

Elder Lingxin's voice was very gentle and soft, but at this moment, it was like a thunder falling from the sky, causing many monks who were originally harmonious to become tense.

Especially the expressions of the thirteen people who survived in the first batch changed drastically. They looked at each other with eyes full of suspicion and interrogation!

"The first time we enter, the density of strong people is higher."

A man who looked to be in his thirties and dressed in plain white robes shouted back.

He was a half-step Tianhe strongman, and he led the third group that belonged to the first batch of exploration teams. In the end, he was the only one who survived in the entire group. At this time, he explained honestly.

"The first batch of puppets had the most tricks. Some would spit out wooden snakes from their mouths, which contained extremely poisonous substances. Some would fly fine needles from their eyes, and some could spray poisonous gas from their noses. When we first came in I suffered a lot of hidden losses at that time, so the casualty rate was higher.”

Elder Lingxin glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to another person.

It was an old woman who looked to be in her sixties, wearing an extremely luxurious purple robe with embroidered sun, moon, stars, insects, fish, birds and beasts on it, making her appearance extremely luxurious. She holds a dove staff, which is inlaid with seven thumb-sized gems, which is dazzling.