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Shi Feng followed in. Although the sky was clear outside, the inside of the hall was still a bit eerie.

Zhang Fang is very sensible and lit up the moonstone early.

In the middle of the main hall, there is a statue of Master Daoling, the founder of Wanling Sect. There are three steps going down, and dozens of statues are sitting or standing.

"The people enshrined here are all important figures. Only the sect masters and great elders are eligible to move in. The Wanling Sect has been inherited for more than four thousand years, and there are only sixty-seven statues in it. Well, that one is Master Peacock."

Shi Feng followed Yan Bozhou's hand and found that, sure enough, on the wooden statue on the far right of the third floor, a monk with clear features was none other than Zen Master Xueyin!

Yan Bozhou took everyone around and said, "There are nine palaces in the outer ring, plus four teleportation stone houses and five utility rooms. We have rummaged through them all, and there are no secret passages.

Of course, maybe Fellow Taoist Shi's magic circle is amazing and he can find mechanisms that I can't. "

Shi Feng smiled bitterly, "The master of the village is making fun of me. My magic formation skills are mediocre, how can I have that ability!"

After the four people left the worship hall, Shi Feng asked again, "Master of the village, you just mentioned that two people were eaten before. What happened?"

"What else could have happened? Of course he was eaten by Kuangbiao."

Shi Feng was a little puzzled, "Everyone is trapped in the inner palace, so we should work together to get out of trouble, so why are we killing each other?

Besides, the lifespan of the demon race far exceeds that of our human race, so they shouldn't be as anxious as we are. "

"Brother Shi, what do you think of the spiritual energy in the inner temple?"

"The spiritual energy is very rich, it can be called a blessed land."

"That's right! There are spiritual veins under the illusion, and the inner temple is located in the spiritual eye. Such rich spiritual energy is very conducive to the advancement of human monks."

"For example, you, the owner of the village, and Qiu Wenchi."

"Underneath the illusion are the dual spiritual veins of water and fire. I am a fire practitioner, so of course there is no problem. But Qiu Wenchi is a metal practitioner, so it is not that easy.

As for demon cultivators, although their lifespan is very long, in addition to swallowing spiritual energy, demon cultivators also need to devour prey.

Although the spiritual energy in the inner temple is dense, there is not enough food.

And our human race's golden elixir is a great tonic for the demon race, how can Kuangbiao be able to hold it back?

Speaking of this matter, Fellow Daoist Zhang knows best. Please tell me. "

Zhang Fang's cheek twitched, fear in his eyes, "Two hundred years ago, my fellow disciple Li and I fell into the inner palace together. At that time, four of the nine main halls were empty, so Senior Brother Li and I chose an empty hall to live in. .

At the beginning, everyone was still friendly and worked together to escape.

However, until the Fantasyland closed that year, we did not succeed.

As the illusion sank back into the ground, the inner sanctum became a dark tomb.

At that time, Brother Yan kindly reminded us to be careful and not to move around.

But we are so anxious and want to leave here, how can we listen!

Senior Brother Li and I lit the moonstone and searched everywhere for any exits.

The three demon cultivators Kuangbiao came over and pretended to find an exit with us. We were so stupid that we actually agreed.

As a result, once, in a stone palace, Kuangbiao suddenly got angry and ate up Senior Brother Li's life. I ran out as hard as I could, knocking on doors all the way and calling for help.

But no one paid attention to me. Everyone closed the door tightly for fear of harming Chiyu.

Only Brother Yan was kind enough to open the palace door and let me in, thus saving the next life. "

Having said this, Zhang Fang couldn't help but pick up his sleeves and wiped his tears.

Shi Feng listened and nodded secretly. No wonder Zhang Fang has been living in the outer palace of Shenwu and behaves respectfully like a slave. It turns out that Yan Bozhou is his savior.

However, Yan Bozhou had the deepest cultivation level and everyone called him Boss Yan. Kuangbiao saw that he saved Zhang Fang and did not dare to provoke him.

While talking, everyone came to a stone palace again. This stone palace had no door, and the situation inside was clear at a glance.

There are murals on the left and right sides of the main hall, depicting scenes of refining by Wanling Sect disciples, who are busy hammering or drying, making fire or refining.

On the front is a stone statue of a warrior. Half of his body is embedded in the wall. He holds a sword in his right hand and the palm of his left hand is spread out, as if he is asking for something.

"What kind of hall is this?"

"This is not a main hall, but the entrance to the real inner hall. Going inside is the Fish Intestine Palace."

Shi Feng was very curious, "The inner hall of Wanling Illusion is extremely mysterious. It is known as one of the seven forbidden places in Qin. I wonder what is inside?"

"Only a few old monsters in Qinzhong know what is inside, and they will definitely not spread it everywhere. But there is no airtight wall in the world..."

Yan Bozhou paused for a moment, then continued, "...it is said that it is the training room of the Dissociation Department of Wanling Sect. Only elite disciples holding elder tokens can enter it and practice in seclusion."

Shi Feng couldn't help being shocked after hearing this. He had an elder token of Wanling Sect on him, which was given by the ancient master back then.

He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and said, "Master of the villa, do you need an elder's token to enter?"

"Come here!" Yan Bozhou waved.

Shi Feng came closer and saw a dent in the warrior's outstretched palm.

"See if you see this groove, you can only open the mechanism and enter the inner hall if you put the token into it and make it fit tightly."

The edge shape of Shi Feng's pit is like a flame, which is exactly the same size and shape as the token in the bag.

"Master Zhuang, does that mean that as long as we have the Wanling Sect token, we can leave the inner hall."

"No, no!" Yan Bozhou shook his head repeatedly, "With the token, you can enter the Fish Intestine Palace, but after entering, it will be a dead end."

Shi Feng was stunned, "How can you say this?"

"The Fish Intestine Palace, as the name suggests, is a huge maze like the folds of fish intestines.

Inside is a quiet room for disciples to retreat and practice, with no entry and no exit.

When the time for intensive cultivation arrived, the elder opened the stone door outside, and the disciples inside still came out the same way. "

"Why is the owner so sure?"

"Because someone has tried it, and more than one person. Did you see Fatty Huang from the Huang family in the fantasy world?"

"yes!"

"The last head of the Huang family was Fatty Huang's uncle. He had a pockmarked face, so I called him Mr. Masan.

The Huang family's Wind Whisper bow was broken, and Mr. Ma didn't know where he got the news, saying that there were materials in the inner palace, Yuchang Palace, that could repair the bow.

Master Ma is very capable and spent a lot of money to get an elder token from the Wanling Sect.

Don't be surprised, there are many elders of Wanling Sect. Although this kind of token is rare, it is not impossible.

As far as I know, the Xuanding Sect has at least a dozen yuan in hand.

After Master Ma got the token, he prepared to enter the illusion. He knew that it would be a disaster, but he only had fifty years left to live. There was no hope of being promoted to Nascent Soul. Death at home or in the inner hall would be of no consequence. the difference.

He had a good friendship with me. When we were leaving, he passed the title of head of the family to Fatty Huang. He also asked me to drink wine all night and asked me to help take care of the Huang family for his sake.

There was no suspense about what happened next. Mr. Ma successfully entered the Yuchang Palace. Then fifty years later, the birth card he left in the Huang family shattered.

Calculating the time, this day was the day when his life span ended. In other words, Mr. Ma San had been in Yuchang Palace for fifty years and could not get out. However, he did not encounter any enemies, so he died and passed away. Go. "

When Shi Feng heard this, it was like a bucket of cold water was poured down on him. It turned out that even with the elder's token, he could not leave the inner hall.