Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Chapter 109 The Underground Palace [Part Six]

"Are they trying to force us to go there?"

Luo Puxian's eyes flickered slightly.

After a moment's thought, he raised his hand and pointed to the nearest martial artist at the Skin Polishing Realm.

"You go up and try first."

The one who was chosen was a martial artist who had just entered the Bullhide Realm. His face turned pale instantly, and although his lips moved, he ultimately did not dare to utter a single word of dissent.

"yes!"

With a gritted tooth, the man leaped up, stepped onto the iron chain, and strode forward.

The iron chains swayed slightly, making a soft grinding sound, and the magma below surged with heat, rushing towards us.

Seeing this scene.

The man's forehead was covered in sweat, but he dared not pause for even a moment.

A moment later, he safely reached the other side, looked back, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this scene.

Luo Puxian then stepped out.

"I'll give it a try."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already leaped onto the iron chain, and with a few leaps and bounds, landed steadily on the opposite bank hundreds of meters away.

Seeing this, Yu Qing and the others no longer hesitated and set off.

In an instant, the iron chain bridge was filled with people, their clothes rustling in the wind, and they all arrived in no time.

Seeing that the people were safe and sound, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

What followed was a natural progression.

First came the middle-ranking clans, then the warriors of the lower-ranking clans, and the few ordinary people who were lucky enough to survive to this day.

However, only after crossing this suspension bridge did I realize that it wasn't that simple.

As soon as Hu Long stepped on it, his shoe sizzled and smoke rose from the sole, and a burnt smell filled his nostrils.

He looked down and saw that the soles of his shoes had turned slightly black.

The bridge surface was heated to a scorching red by the churning lava below, and it was at least 100 degrees Celsius hot.

The iron chains swayed precariously; one wrong step and you'd fall.

The churning lava was bubbling, and you could feel the scorching heat even from a distance.

But this is nothing to Hu Long.

Once you reach the skin-smoothing zone, ignoring this high temperature is nothing.

Soon, all the martial artists at the Skin Polishing and Bone Tempering Realms passed the test.

But when it came to those in the Body Forging Realm and ordinary people, the scene became tragic.

There was nowhere to hold onto on the bridge, and screams of agony echoed one after another.

People were falling down, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Some had barely taken a few steps before slipping and falling, sinking into the lava before they could even scream. Others clung tightly to the iron chains, only to be burned and their skin torn open, eventually having to let go.

They were in a worse situation than those who had died from the fall.

Those people at least left behind a corpse, but those who fell into the lava were reduced to ashes in an instant.

The magma surged and occasionally a huge bubble would rise and burst open with a pop, sending sparks flying onto the iron chains with a hissing sound.

Even worse, it is unclear whether this is due to institutional limitations or the long-term disrepair of the iron chains.

Over time, several bridges broke apart without warning.

The deafening crash of the broken iron chains was deafening; before the people on the bridge could react, they plunged into the lava along with the chains.

Seeing this, some people refused to go across the bridge no matter what.

But there's only one outcome to doing this: waiting to die.

Soon, the ground beneath their feet began to collapse, cracks spread like a spider web, and large chunks of stone fell down.

Those who didn't dare to come over stood on the last remaining patch of ground, watching helplessly as the last remaining iron chain bridge also collapsed.

Their screams echoed through the empty cavern, only to be swallowed up by the roar of the collapse.

Nobody cares about these things.

After glancing behind them, the group continued forward.

But after all this trouble, the number of people decreased by three or four hundred.

Now, only a little over five hundred remain.

In just a short time, nearly two thousand people have been lost.

However, those who died were all ordinary people and martial artists in the Body Forging Realm.

As for the Skin-Polishing Realm, apart from two or three unlucky individuals who fell into the lava due to broken iron locks, there were no other casualties.

The group stopped again after walking a short distance.

This time, two more secret chambers appeared on the stone walls on both sides, with the stone doors half-closed and a faint light shining through them.

The difference is that it contains a secret medicine that can be effective for skin resurfacing.

There are also a large number of ancient secret techniques.

Hu Long swayed and squeezed into the crowd, taking two scrolls of secret techniques with a wave of his hand.

The secret technique was written on some kind of special animal hide.

It's fortunate that this was the case; if ordinary paper had been used, it would probably have rotted into ashes long ago.

Hu Long glanced at it and then put it in his pocket.

The others also joined in the scramble.

"This belongs to Lao Tzu, let go!"

"Damn it, you dare to compete with me? Do you know who I am?! I am a member of the Qi family, my grandfather is the patriarch, and his strength has reached the Inner Vessel Realm—"

"I don't care who you are, whoever grabs it gets it!"

However, perhaps because there were stronger Bone Tempering Realm experts present, and because Jiang Shuying, a member of a superior clan, was watching, most of them were just making threats, and no one actually went for the kill; they only stopped short of killing.

After the division is completed.

The group continued forward.

At this moment, they understood that this underground palace was like playing a game with levels.

You'll receive a reward after passing each level, and based on these two experiences, the rewards are getting more generous each time.

This ignited a passion in everyone's hearts.

If we get past the next level, will something even better appear?

A while later.

This time is different from before.

Seven passages branched off ahead, their entrances deep and dark, leading in different directions.

Above each opening was engraved a different rune, which shimmered faintly.

Clearly, we have to choose a path to take.

This is the real difficulty of the underground palace.

It's like walking through a maze inside; some paths lead out, while others are dead ends.

Choosing the wrong option not only wastes time but also greatly increases the risk.

"Gentlemen, let each of you accept your fate from now on."

Luo Puxian spoke calmly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

After saying that, he turned to look at Zhao, who was alone.

"Want to come together?"

"No need."

Zhao Kuang, dressed in a white monk's robe, stood there like a highly virtuous monk, and shook his head upon hearing this.

Then, he chose a passage by himself and walked in without looking back.

The figure quickly disappeared into the darkness, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Luo Puxian smiled slightly, not caring at all.

I glanced at the other three.

"See you at the finish line, everyone!"

After saying that, he lifted his foot and walked towards the middle passage.

The other middle-class clans that relied on the Luo family naturally followed suit in a hurry, afraid of being left behind.

The others were mostly the same.

You can't have hundreds of people all crammed into one lane, how long would it take to get there?

In the blink of an eye, the group scattered, and the sounds of footsteps and whispers gradually disappeared into the depths of the various cave entrances.

The person accompanying Hu Long in the Fang family's group was none other than Jiang Shuying.

This team consists of about a hundred people, mostly martial artists at the Skin Polishing and Bone Tempering stages.

After entering the passage, Hu Long glanced back and then at the source values ​​on the panel.

[Source Value: 672.36 strands]

Before he arrived, he had collected all the unusual tickets provided by the Hu and Fang families.

Unfortunately, time was too tight and the quantity was small, so the source value only increased by about two hundred strands.

However, it's enough to download the secret weapons from those five people.

However, to be on the safe side, it's still necessary to choose a suitable opportunity to make a move.

At the very least, it cannot implicate the Fang family, and the Hu family behind them.

Thinking of this, Hu Long put away the panel.

They hadn't gone far when they entered a huge space.

This place is incredibly large, and its dome is unfathomably high.

Several white luminous pearls, each the size of a fist, were embedded on its head. They shone as brightly as light bulbs, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

The light shone down, casting clear human shadows on the ground.

This place is like a giant chessboard, with straight lines all over the ground, each line deeply carved into the stone, gleaming with a faint metallic luster.

A river flows quietly across the middle, its waters murky and still.

Looking around, at each intersection, there stands a stone statue over ten meters tall, clad in armor and wielding weapons, exuding a murderous aura.

The stone statue is carved so lifelike that its eyebrows and eyes seem to come alive at any moment.

The weapons in their hands, whether knives, swords, or hammers, gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the glow of the luminous pearl.

Upon seeing this, everyone stopped in their tracks, and some quick-witted individuals even took a step back silently, harboring a bad feeling.

as predicted.

next second.

"You go and give it a try."

Jiang Shuying suddenly spoke.

Unlike Yu Qing's sweet voice, her voice was deep and devoid of any emotion.

The person she chose was one of the few Body Forging Realm martial artists in the team, a burly man with a face full of scars.

But at this moment, his expression froze, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard.

But he knew it too.

Having no other choice, he gritted his teeth and charged forward.

However, just as they passed the first stone statue.

Click!

The stone statue, clad in armor and wielding a hammer, suddenly emitted a faint red light in its eyes.

The red light started as a faint point, but then quickly spread, igniting the entire eye socket like two burning flames.

The man's expression changed drastically, and he tried to back away.

However, it was too late.

Almost at the same instant, a dark shadow descended from the sky, accompanied by a whistling wind, and landed within three feet of him.

Bang!

Blood burst open.

A martial artist at the Body Forging Realm, whose physique already surpasses the limits of ordinary people, was smashed into a pulp by a single hammer blow and smeared on the ground.

The blood and flesh splattered, and a few drops landed on the faces of people nearby, still warm.

After the stone statue killed the person, it returned to its original posture, motionless, and the red light in its eyes went out, returning to a lifeless stone.

It was as if what had just happened was just an illusion.

But the pool of flesh and blood on the ground, and the strong smell of blood, told everyone that what had happened was indeed true.

"A spirit-refining puppet, huh?

Jiang Shuying's eyes flickered slightly.

Although practitioners of the old arts are powerful, their physical strength is far inferior to that of practitioners of the secret martial arts.

Once a secret martial artist gets close, there is basically no chance of survival.

to this end.

They researched and created the Spirit Refining Puppet.

As the name suggests, it is a puppet made using ancient techniques, designed to protect the user of those techniques.

Then, she raised her hand and pointed to a fretting mirror next to her.

"You should try it too. If you can pass this test, you'll be rewarded with 500 points when you get out."

The man's expression froze, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Five hundred points is not a small amount.

In the Privy Council, a typical C-level bounty is worth around fifty points.

These five hundred are enough to exchange for some top-quality secret medicines and techniques.

Even martial artists at the Skin-Refining Realm would be tempted.

But then again, even if you're alive to earn it, you still need to be alive to spend it.

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