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At this moment, Zhu Li flew over with Zhu Xin. When she saw Chen Yuan and the others surrounded by layers of corpse puppets, her expression froze and she hesitated.

"Save them!"

Zhu Xin spoke without giving a chance to explain.

Zhu Li frowned, and the vast spiritual power of her Purple Mansion cultivation transformed into a giant transparent palm, which instantly slammed down around Chen Yuan and the others. With a loud bang, it forcefully shattered the corpse puppets surrounding Chen Yuan and the other two, sending black blood and broken bones flying everywhere!

Most of these corpse puppets were at the Xuan and Ling levels, which Chen Yuan and his companions could handle, but there were simply too many of them. They were densely packed and endless, blocking their way like a tidal wave and hindering their progress.

"Boy, are you doing this on purpose? Luring the powerful members of the Beast Clan here, and then using those Heavenly-level corpse puppets to kill them?"

Zhu Li glared at Chen Yuan, her voice sharp and menacing, her eyes filled with profound shock, "You little brat, what a ruthless heart you have!"

Zhu Xin was stunned and exclaimed, "You brat, was this all part of your scheme?"

Chen Yuan rolled his eyes, and said with a mixture of helplessness and anger, "Deliberate my foot! How was I supposed to know there would be such terrifying corpse puppets here?"

"Besides, didn't they also obtain sacred-grade pills?"

"It was their carelessness, their swagger, that smashed all those coffins, awakening the terrifying beings inside. What does it have to do with me!"

"When I came here before, I was always very careful, unlike them, they just messed around!"

Chen Yuan's words were filled with resentment and indignation: "Damn it, they deserved to die. They almost killed me here too."

These words caused Zhu Li's fierce aura to subside slightly, and the shock and fear in her eyes quietly diminished a bit.

She silently observed the disheveled and furious Chen Yuan for a moment, a slight thought stirring within her.

Yes, what if Chen Yuan really did it on purpose?

That's insane.

They were willing to put themselves and their companions in such a dangerous situation.

"roar……"

Before Chen Yuan and his companions could even catch their breath after their recent respite, the earth shook violently once more, and swarms of corpse puppets surged forward again. Their limbs were stiff, yet they moved with even greater speed, like an endless black wave surging and sweeping across the land. A chilling wind, carrying the stench of rotting corpses, rushed towards them, suffocating them.

"Oh no, run!"

Li Wei shouted and turned to run!

Chen Yuan did the same, pulling Nuomi along as they quickly followed.

Zhu Li and Zhu Xin exchanged a glance and followed closely behind.

Now it seems they have no choice but to follow Chen Yuan, since Chen Yuan once survived and walked out of this place.

Boom!

Countless corpse puppets surrounded them, crashing against them like a tidal wave. They fought back and killed all the corpse puppets. Especially because of Zhu Li's presence, they easily carved out a path of corpses.

However, Zhu Li was a True Person of the Purple Mansion, and her aura instantly attracted the attention of the purple-robed corpses in mid-air.

"roar!"

Among them were seven or eight purple-robed, decaying corpses that roared, baring their fangs, and their figures blurred as they chased after Chen Yuan.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yuan frowned slightly.

"This is bad! A Heavenly-level corpse puppet is chasing after us. It must have been attracted by that old woman's aura."

Li Wei said, his expression changing drastically.

Those who had surrounded them earlier were mostly at the Dharma Body Realm level.

Now that Zhu Li is here, her astonishing aura of power instantly attracts the attention of those powerful corpse puppets.

"You little beast, do you want to die?"

When Zhu Li heard Li Wei call her an old woman, her eyes turned cold, and she shouted angrily.

"You're the one who brought them here!" Chen Yuan said, then immediately roared, "Split up and run!"

Li Wei nodded. He knew what Chen Yuan meant; he didn't want Zhu Li to follow them.

"It's over!"

Zhu Xin frowned, her expression changing drastically.

Just then, they felt a tingling sensation on their scalps and couldn't help but look up.

In an instant, seven or eight figures in purple robes had already arrived.

boom!

An extreme chill of death suddenly enveloped their entire bodies, and every inch of their skin felt numb and tingling. Even their hair stood on end, as if they were terrified by the terrifying power!

Chen Yuan and the others subconsciously looked up and saw seven or eight purple-robed black figures, swirling with terrifying killing intent, breaking through the air and crashing down with overwhelming pressure. The pitch-black death aura swept away everything in its path and slammed heavily onto the spot where they were standing!

boom!!!

A deafening roar echoed throughout the underground, the earth collapsed with a crash, and a huge crater was instantly formed, with rubble and black blood splattering everywhere.

"what!"

Chen Yuan and the others screamed as their bodies were blasted by the terrifying force, flying hundreds of meters away and crashing heavily into the thick rock walls. The horrifying force tossed them around, smashing through layers of stone walls before they finally fell into the dark and deep cavern.

"puff!!"

Chen Yuan felt a sweet taste in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of scalding blood. His face turned as pale as paper, and his chest was in excruciating pain!

Li Wei was also seriously injured, lying among the rubble, breathing erratically, groaning and moaning.

Even Nuomi, who has a special constitution, had streaks of dark blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, her face deathly pale, clutching her chest and crying out in pain.

The passage to the Evil Blood Demon Cave was blocked by a dense mass of corpse puppets, making it impossible to pass through.

Now he doesn't care about anything else, and he goes into any cave he sees.

In particular, Zhu Li was fighting a deadly battle with a group of purple-robed corpses. The surging spiritual power of the Purple Mansion collided wildly with the spiritual power of the Corpse Fiend. Terrifying energy swept through the cave layer by layer, surging and raging, and even collided with deafening sounds, as if several heavenly thunderbolts were constantly exploding in the distance. This caused the rocks inside the cave to fall in a flurry, creating an extremely frightening scene.

As for Zhu Xin, in Chen Yuan's perception, although her aura was extremely chaotic, she was clearly not dead yet and was frantically trying to break through.

All I could hear was the whistling of the cold wind, the rapid patter of footsteps, and the heavy breathing of the passengers.

Chen Yuan and his two companions fled for their lives, traversing countless dark side passages, until the rumbling behind them gradually weakened and the locking force of the Purple Mansion dissipated. Only then did the three of them breathe a sigh of relief.

But the feeling of life-or-death crisis had not yet dissipated, and the three of them continued to run frantically until the view ahead suddenly opened up, at which point they abruptly stopped.

But the next moment, the three of them tensed up and stared intently, holding their breath.

Before me lay a vast, boundless underground cavern, its high, dark ceiling obscuring the sun, resembling a desolate, ghostly world isolated from the mortal realm.

On the ground, countless white bones lay piled up in layers, stretching endlessly, forming a vast, desolate ocean of bones, chilling and eerie.

The place was deathly silent, desolate, bleak, and filled with despair. A thick, ancient, and deathly aura permeated the air, making it difficult to breathe and causing one's mind to tremble.

Chen Yuan and the other two took a slow breath, their pupils dilated slightly, and an extreme sense of shock and awe welled up in their hearts.

In the very center of the vast sea of ​​white bones stands a massive, ancient altar!

On the altar, three towering statues stand silently, majestic and imposing, seemingly eternal, overlooking all living beings throughout the ages.

The endless white bones are arranged in a neat ring around the altar, their postures devout, as if billions of living beings were worshipping for eternity. The scene is solemn yet eerie, exuding a mysterious and sinister aura that has been sealed for thousands of years.

Li Wei swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly, and whispered his guess:

"Could it be... that this was once a grand place of worship? Thousands upon thousands of living beings offered sacrifices to those three statues here, and then were suddenly frozen in the void, turning into bones over the years?"

Chen Yuan stared intently at the strange scene before him, his heart heavy, and he tacitly accepted Li Wei's conjecture.

Such a magnificent yet desolate scene could only be created by a sudden, unprecedented catastrophe.

He raised his eyes and carefully examined the three statues. Each one exuded a terrifying aura and overwhelming power, radiating a divine might that could not be profaned.

On the left is a statue of a burly male deity, with a tall and imposing body, wearing black iron armor engraved with ancient runes. The patterns are simple and domineering, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

He gripped a heavy, golden greatsword tightly in his hand. The blade shimmered with brilliant golden light, and the sword intent was deep and domineering, faintly revealing an unparalleled divine power that could cleave the heavens and earth and shatter mountains and rivers, making people tremble at the sight of it.

The central statue is of a woman in black robes, her garments fluttering, surrounded by shadows.

Behind it, long, dark tentacles meandered and stretched out, adorned with countless hideous ghost faces, making it eerie and terrifying.

Her long, black hair danced wildly, each strand as sharp as a blade, seemingly capable of piercing the sky.

A giant, jet-black umbrella floats above its head, its surface covered with intricate ancient runes. As it slowly rotates, a chilling wind howls, and demonic energy intertwines with divine might, soaring into the sky and suppressing all directions.

On the right is a statue of a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding an imposing aura, yet he has ferocious dragon horns on his head, and his brows are filled with a strong demonic aura, a mixture of good and evil, with an unpredictable and eerie temperament.

He held a longsword forged from the spine of a peerless ferocious beast!

The sword was entirely blood-red, imbued with ancient malevolent energy and evil power, its eerie, cold light emanating from it, terrifying to the soul.

When Chen Yuan, Li Wei, and Nuomi's gazes fell upon the three divine statues and their accompanying divine weapons, their minds trembled violently, and their blood surged uncontrollably.

In the darkness, it seemed as if an ancient and distant will was calling out and drawing them from the depths of their souls, enticing them to come closer and thus take control of the divine weapon!

An intense sense of danger suddenly swept over Chen Yuan, making his hair stand on end and alarm bells ring in his mind. Almost instinctively, he shouted in a low, stern voice:

"Get out of here! This is too dangerous; we absolutely cannot stay any longer!"

Even the best weapon is useless if you're dead!

Chen Yuan understood this principle well.