The door of the palace under the burning clouds is open.
There are traces of someone entering here, leaving messy footprints on the dusty ground.
"Someone entered the palace before us!" Jun Wuxie looked solemnly and said to Yan Qingcheng: "Now, we don't know what is going on inside, so you can't make any more trouble!"
Yan Qingcheng couldn't help grinding his teeth after hearing this.
I really want to beat this little bastard.
What did you think of her?
Is she the kind of little girl who doesn't know what's right, what's the occasion, and what's important?
The most important purpose of her visit to Nanshan Secret Land has not yet been achieved.
What she is looking for is most likely in this palace.
In the entire secret world, this may be the core place!
"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!"
Yan Qingcheng gave him a cold look.
Jun Wu didn't care, and walked deeper along the bluestone corridor, seeing many corpses along the way.
"These skeletons seem to belong to the same force..."
Jun Wuxie looked at the bones on the corridor. Some fell in the middle of the corridor, some were leaning on both sides of the corridor, and some were nailed to the walls of the corridor by rotten war spears.
They all have one characteristic in common.
Each skeleton holds a long-handled sickle tightly in their hands.
Even though he had been dead for a long time and his bones had decayed beyond recognition, his finger bones still held the weapon sickle tightly.
There are broken bottles next to these corpses.
The bottle was inky black and was broken into pieces. Some black runes could be faintly seen on the broken pieces.
"Yan Qingcheng, do you feel a trace of tragedy in these bottle fragments?"
Jun Wuxie frowned, feeling inexplicably terrified.
The broken pieces of these bottles look like they were originally something very terrifying.
"What’s wrong with you?"
He saw that Yan Qingcheng's face was a little ugly, and he looked at the corpses and broken bottles with a very solemn expression. There seemed to be deep fear in his purple eyes.
Yan Qingcheng did not respond, staring intently at the corpses and broken bottles.
Jun Wuxie was deeply puzzled.
What kind of person like Yan Qingcheng have you not seen before?
Are you so out of your mind now?
He picked up a fragment of the bottle, handed it to Yan Qingcheng, and said, "Do you recognize this thing? What exactly is it?"
Yan Qingcheng seemed to have just come back to her senses. She looked away from the corpse. When she saw the broken pieces of the bottle that Jun Wuxie handed to her, her expression suddenly changed. Almost like a reflex, she waved away the broken pieces in his hand.
She stepped back a few steps, her face turned pale, and her whole body was trembling.
Jun Wuxie was startled when she saw a layer of goosebumps quickly appearing on her skin, and her purple eyes were filled with fear.
She retreated to the corner, squatted down, folded her hands on her chest, and her whole body was trembling.
"Yan Qingcheng?"
Jun Wuxie didn't expect that she would react like this.
What on earth is this thing that can actually frighten a person like Yan Qingcheng to such an extent?
"Don't be afraid, they have already turned into corpses, and those bottles are all broken, so there is no threat at all!"
Jun Wuxie stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders, soothing her.
Yan Qingcheng crawled into his arms like a frightened bird finding a haven from the wind.
Her body was shaking violently.
"It's okay, it's okay..."
Jun Wuxie patted her back gently, appearing calm and composed on the surface, but the impact he endured in his heart was extremely strong.
He realized that the origin of these corpses and the broken bottles must be involved in something terrible.
The horror of this kind of thing may be beyond imagination!
Otherwise, how could someone like Yan Qingcheng be frightened to the point of near collapse?
Yan Qingcheng hugged him so tightly that he could hardly breathe.
But he didn't struggle, he just quietly gave her the warmth and sense of security she longed for.
Her body was shaking all the time.
It wasn't until half an hour passed that she gradually calmed down.
"you……"
After Yan Qingcheng calmed down, she realized that she was hiding in Jun Wuxie's arms and hugging him tightly with both arms.
For a moment, I felt ashamed and angry, hating myself for being such a loser.
She pushed hard and left Jun Wuxie's arms.
Jun Wuxie was caught off guard and sat down on the ground. He looked at her speechlessly and said, "Why are you doing such things as crossing rivers and burning bridges?"
"You little bastard! You got an advantage and still act like a good boy!"
She hated it so much that her teeth itched.
Jun Wuxie didn't care and said, "Tell me, what's going on?"
"It has to do with an experience in my childhood. The past is too painful to look back on. I don't want to mention it again..." She shook her head, her face turned pale, and then said: "I can only tell you that these corpses come from a very terrorist organization. They
Calling himself a soul hunter, that weapon is called a soul hunting scythe, and the broken bottle is called a soul hunting bottle!"
"Soul Hunters, an organization?"
Jun Wuxie was shocked and felt a little unbelievable.
Yan Qingcheng is someone who dares to ask the quasi-dominator-level Xiao clan to answer to him.
It is conceivable that the forces behind her are very likely to dominate!
Dominant level, as the name suggests, dominates one side and is one of the overlords in the world.
Such a being is actually so afraid of the organization behind the soul hunter.
"Can't the forces behind you still be able to deal with the soul hunters?"
"No!" Yan Qingcheng said with certainty: "The organization behind the Soul Hunters is extremely mysterious. No one knows where their headquarters is. Only Soul Hunters walk the world. We have studied them since ancient times. Throughout history,
They all have their presence, and they exist specifically to hunt ancient blood and hunt for their souls..."
Jun Wuxie's eyes turned cold: "An organization that specializes in hunting down ancient blood warriors? What exactly do they want to do?"
"No one knows their true purpose of hunting ancient blood. According to the limited records in ancient books, they have been hunting ancient blood for several epochs and have never stopped. Twenty years ago, I unfortunately met
them……"
"Soul hunters are very strong?" Jun Wuxie looked at the skeletons in the corridor. Some of these skeletons were nailed to the wall, some fell to the ground, or leaned against the wall. There were holes in the bones in some parts of the body.
It looks like it was pierced by a war gun.
"It is stronger than you imagine, and there are many people." Yan Qingcheng said: "According to the information we know, there are six levels of soul hunters: low level, elementary level, intermediate level, advanced level, special level, and super level. Each level
Soul hunters correspond to different realms and different talent growth intensities. The higher the level, the higher the realm and talent."
"What I met back then was just the lowest level of low-level soul hunters. Even the lowest level of soul hunters have talents with wizard-level growth intensity!"
She looked at the bones here and said: "Think about it, these soul hunters should be the disciples or someone who came here to hunt down the master of the secret realm and were killed by the master of the secret realm. Otherwise, if the hunting target is the master of the secret realm, whoever comes here will
He will definitely be a super soul hunter who can hunt down the most powerful person in the Holy Sect Realm!"
"Soul Hunter..."
Jun Wuxie had a deep sense of crisis.
This kind of organization exists specifically to hunt ancient blood.
So, have you been targeted by them?
Even if you are not targeted now, you will definitely be targeted in the future!