Peng Changzheng and others did not refute the decision of Yu Minghai and Gu Xiu. This place was opened up by Gu Xiu and Yu Minghai. As latecomers, they had no reason to refute it.

Among the five ghost cultivators, one of the late stage ghost cultivators in the late stage of Sanshen seemed to be confused by Gu Xiu and other monks who did not stop them from entering the palace first. He looked back and saw that Gu Xiu was still chatting with Ji Yu, and the others were chatting with each other. Only Wen Li and Liang Yu, the brothers, stood there in vain and looked at them from time to time. This situation made the late stage ghost cultivator in the late stage of Sanshen feel something was wrong. Judging from what Gu Xiu and Yu Minghai and others did just now, they were not the kind of negligent and careless people, not to mention that the four people behind seemed to be smart and capable, and they should not be weak.

The senior brother, the ghost cultivator in the late stage of the Sanshen, felt something was wrong, so he wanted to call them the leader of their trip, and they were also their senior brother, a ghost cultivator in the midst of the True God.

Unexpectedly, he was still late. At this time, he was walking in the front of the real god's early stage ghost cultivator. His third senior brother was approaching the palace gate. The door with dazzling golden light was like being able to sense their arrival, and opened the door on its own.

As soon as the door was opened, the ghost cultivators who were hesitating about how to open the palace gate suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. They had already used their spiritual sense to explore it. There was no dangerous aura inside. There was only a momentum where the treasure was about to be born. This momentum can only be understood and not expressed in words. Moreover, the ghost cultivator in the late stage of the Sanshen stage did not notice this momentum. According to his senior brothers' guess, his cultivation level should be insufficient.

At that time, he was regretful that he could not notice the momentum of the treasure being born because of his lack of cultivation. Unexpectedly, people in the mundane world once said this saying, "It is a blessing to lose one's wife, and this sentence interprets his experience of being unlucky or unfortunate."

He never thought that he was unable to empathize with the fact that he had just listened to the words of several senior brothers and did not feel the momentum of the treasure being about to be born, so he became suspicious of the specific situation in the palace. So when the palace gate was opened to them, he did not be as blinded by the momentum of the treasure as his senior brothers, and rushed in with a simple defense.

And because he did not directly feel the momentum of the treasure, the palace was naturally not as attractive to him as his senior brothers, so he fell to the end and hesitated for a while. Because of this hesitation, his steps also paused, and precisely because of his pause, he avoided the chaotic dance of demons in the palace.

After the ghost cultivator in the late stage of Sanshen paused slightly, he saw that his four senior brothers had already walked in. He was about to step up and follow him when he suddenly heard a scream from the hall. The ghost cultivator in the late stage of Sanshen paused was shocked. This was the voice of the third senior brother.

He was about to run in, but the person was still in, and the person rushed out was knocked out again.

The ghost cultivator in the late stage of San Shen was startled and looked closely. He found that the person who ran out in a hurry was actually the second senior brother. He hurriedly shouted: Second Senior Brother, you

Before he finished speaking, he was pushed away by the second senior brother. The late stage of the Sanshen Ghost Cultivator staggered and pushed to the side. He quickly stabilized his body. When he was about to ask the second senior brother what had happened, he saw a thick arm like black charcoal stretched out from the hall gate and grabbed the second senior brother in one hand. Then, the second senior brother's screaming sound came out of the hall. The sound was so shrill that the listener was trembling. It was not difficult to imagine how cruel he had experienced.

The ghost cultivator in the late stage of San Shen was pale, and the nose was still surrounded by the bloody smell of the thick black charcoal arm just now. The screams in the hall were heard one after another, all the voices of his senior brothers, but he never dared to go in again. He slowly moved to the door to see what was happening inside, but at a glance, he saw nothing except the magnificent hall and the magnificent decorations.

There were any black charcoal-like arms that emitted the smell of blood, and there were some senior brothers who were screaming, but the screams were always echoing in their ears. The ghost cultivator in the late stage of the Sanshen period did not know whether he should believe in his eyes or his ears.

This looks completely different from the cold and dark palace outside, and looks so warm and bright. At this time, it gives him the feeling that it is cold all over his body, but also cold all over his body.

In the end, only the late stage ghost cultivator with the lowest cultivation level of the Sanshen, who had not entered, survived. Although Gu Xiu and the others did not see the consequences of the other four ghost cultivators with their own eyes, they all saw the subsequent thick carbon black arm after the early stage ghost cultivator escaped. The arm was shaped like a human hand, but its thickness was not something that human hand should have. Even a cultivator like Yu Minghai who practiced physical and magical power, his arm was not even one tenth of the arm that stretched out from the palace just now.

The power contained in that arm can be imagined. In addition to power, the aura contained in that arm also made Gu Xiu and other monks feel very uncomfortable, but they can't say what the aura it was.

It is not divine breath, not ghost breath, nor does it seem to be demon breath.

Apart from that extremely thick arm, the screams coming from the palace were a little far away, but Gu Xiu and others could still hear them clearly.

Seeing the only late-stage ghost cultivator of Sanshen who was able to escape came to them in a mess, Xiao Dan couldn't help but pat his chest with gratitude. Fortunately, we didn't rush in rashly, otherwise

Xiao Dan said with lingering fear, otherwise she would not say anything clearly, but the people present naturally understood what she said was not finished.

Ji Yu suddenly asked: Fellow Daoist Gu, you

Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped again. Gu Xiu looked at him, with a sense of inquiry in his eyes. Ji Yu shook his head, nothing.

Gu Xiu was a little confused, so what did this mean halfway? Wasn’t it intentionally encouraging people?

Just as he was thinking about this, Ji Yu's voice transmission came from his mind: Fellow Daoist Gu, do you know there is something wrong with that palace?

Fellow Taoist Guangyue, what do you want to say? Gu Xiu asked.

I saw that you were very sure before, and you seemed to be happy to see the success of those ghost cultivators entering the palace, so you have this guess.

Ji Yu continued to send a message: If fellow Taoist Gu knows the specific dangers in the palace, you might as well talk to me so that we can prepare in advance.

Ji Yu said this very sincerely. Gu Xiu glanced at Ji Yu calmly and asked: Fellow Taoist Guangyue, have you seen the fate of those ghost cultivators, and are you still going to go in?
Chapter completed!