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Qin Yu and his group disappeared behind the bronze door on the second floor, while Zhao Linfeng, Hua Qianyu, Huang Lingtian, and the others emerged from the darkness.

Since Qin Yu and his group were able to pass the second test, their group should be able to as well.

Some martial artists, who were suffering terribly from being haunted by the spirits of the dead, shamelessly followed Zhao Linfeng and his group as they prepared to attempt the challenge.

Otherwise, given their own strength, they definitely wouldn't have been able to pass the second stage.

Only Duan Yunxie, accompanied by the Blood-Clad One and two pseudo-angels, calmly searched for treasures in the empty shops.

Meanwhile, Meng Qianyun, with the mummified corpse, remained hidden in the shadows at the very back.

Some ghosts tried to harass her, but upon seeing the mummified corpse standing beside her, they vanished like rabbits before a tiger or lion.

Many martial artists, like Duan Yunxie and his group, were also searching for treasures in the empty shops.

Some found elixirs, some found weapons, some found cultivation methods, and of course, some went in and became dead souls.

Throughout history, risk and reward have always been directly proportional.

at this time.

Zhao Linfeng and his group also arrived in front of the Minotaur.

"You're the NPC from the second level? Move aside, there's no need to test us!"

After visiting the mortal world twice, Zhao Linfeng even learned how to use the term "NPC," showing rapid progress.

The minotaur glanced at Zhao Linfeng, then extended its dark finger and beckoned, and several ridiculously powerful undead appeared beside him.

"You son of a bitch."

Zhao Linfeng was speechless. What did this minotaur mean? Qin Yu and the others attacked one by one, but when it came to his side, so many powerful undead appeared all at once.

"Huang Lingtian, go."

Zhao Linfeng didn't have any magical artifacts that could withstand the attacks of the undead, so he took a step back and used Huang Lingtian as a human shield, standing in front of him.

A look of seriousness flashed in Huang Lingtian's eyes. In truth, he was only at the level of a Martial God, and dealing with so many undead was still somewhat difficult for him.

The key point is that the opponent's attack is a spiritual attack, directly targeting the brain, which is completely different from the principle of physical attacks.

Even he, without a good magic weapon, might not be able to withstand it.

Whizzing
Five or six terrifying ghosts transformed into streaks of light and launched an attack.

In just one encounter, Zhao Linfeng's team was scattered by the vengeful spirits.

It was pitch black all around, and once you were scattered, you had no idea where you were or where your teammates were.

Huang Lingtian felt a chill run through his body and was also impacted by the ghosts, flying an unknown number of meters away.

Hua Qianyu, on the other hand, fell into an alley with a thud, getting completely disoriented.

Some low-level martial artists, after being entangled by the spirits of the dead, have their souls emerge from the top of their heads like white mist.

After being absorbed by the spirits of the dead, they became nourishment for them, making these spirits even stronger.

Zhao Linfeng quickly activated his spirit sword, using its sword energy to protect himself, thus causing the vengeful spirit that was about to absorb his soul to change its target.

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Hua Qianyu shook her head, trying to get up, but then she heard footsteps. Overjoyed, she quickly called out, "Envoy Zhao!"

But there was no response.

Hua Qianyu's heart skipped a beat, but with his cultivation level, the visibility around him was only about a meter; the rest of the area remained pitch black. "Who is it?"

Hua Qianyu cried out nervously, feeling something flash before her eyes. When she looked closely, she was so frightened she almost peed herself.

It was a mummified corpse!
He was so deeply impressed by the mummified corpses that they made their lives a living hell in the middle of the lake.

At this moment, the mummified corpse's face was only a centimeter or two away from Hua Qianyu.

Hua Qianyu could even smell the foul odor emanating from the dried corpse.

Within the sunken eye sockets, two tiny glimmers of light, each the size of a mung bean, were flickering.

And so, the dried corpse and Hua Qianyu stared at each other blankly.

Standing in the shadows, Meng Qianyun, who was controlling the mummified corpse, curled her lips into a wicked smile.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Hua Qianyu felt the mummified corpse grab his ankle and drag him deeper into the alley.

After a long while, Hua Qianyu stumbled out of the alley.

"Young Master Hua, we've passed the second test. Hurry up and go in."

One of his men finally found Hua Qianyu.

Looking at him like this, he thought to himself, "Truly worthy of being called a dashing young master. Even in this kind of environment, he still has the leisure to flirt with a female martial artist and discuss the mysteries of life."

"it is good."

Hua Qianyu gritted her teeth, forcibly suppressing the nausea surging in her heart, and walked towards the bronze door of the second level with her subordinates.

But Huang Lingtian fell behind. He did it on purpose; with his perception, he must know what happened to Hua Qianyu in the alley.

He was just curious; mummies shouldn't have self-awareness, but rather be secretly controlled by someone.

So, who was controlling the mummified corpse?
Huang Lingtian used his senses, but still couldn't find the person. This was because the bell in Meng Qianyun's hand was also a treasure; it could be used for soul attacks and to conceal Meng Qianyun's presence.

Just as Huang Lingtian was about to give up and enter the second level, a tall and beautiful figure appeared on his own initiative.

Huang Lingtian was stunned. He looked Meng Qianyun up and down. This woman was still alive, and standing next to her was the desiccated corpse.

"Young Master, I think we can cooperate."

Meng Qianyun took the initiative to speak.

Huang Lingtian did not react because, in the eyes of outsiders, he should only be a puppet with super combat power, without his own thoughts.

“Young Master Huang, the Divine Path Sect is proficient in the divine soul and knows that you still retain your independent thinking.”

Meng Qianyun calmly replied, "You want Martial Emperor City, I want Kunlun Mountain. Let's cooperate and achieve a win-win situation!"

A flash of murderous intent crossed Huang Lingtian's eyes before he calmly said, "What can you give me? Just this dried-up corpse beside you?"

“I told you, the Shinto Sect studies the soul, and the sect leader of the Shinto Sect is my mother.”

Don't you want to master the method of controlling other people's souls and make those masters work for you?

Meng Qianyun countered with a question. (End of Chapter)