Anlong said: "Impossible. It would take at least several years for ordinary monks to cross the secret realm. Could it be that these family disciples set out a few years ago?"
"They had flying tools, but they were taken away."
Zhuo Yifan bent down and picked up a piece of debris from the ground, and said: "Their aircraft must have been attacked and had to land here. You see, these grasses still have traces of being crushed."
Ouyang Qingzhi said worriedly: "Yifan, I feel that something big must have happened to the Ouyang family, otherwise these core disciples would not have escaped on the family's secret airship."
Zhuo Yifan glanced at the valley and said, "They must have entered the valley. Let's go in and take a look."
Everyone suddenly became nervous, formed a formation, and walked towards the valley.
This is a secret realm where only the physical body can be used, and if you die, not even the Nascent Soul can escape.
Moreover, there are too many weapons in the secret realm that can pose a threat to the monks, such as the cold iron long arrow, and some magic cannons triggered by the crystal cores of alien beasts, not to mention big killers like the [Dark Magic Cannon].
The hundreds of Ouyang family disciples at the mouth of the valley had obviously gone through a struggle, and there were still traces of the battle on the ground.
But the opponents were too powerful, and almost all of them were killed in one blow, and no one survived.
Messy footprints extend deep into the valley.
Under the leadership of Zhuo Yifan, everyone moved forward cautiously.
We are all people who have seen blood. Even though we were in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, we did not change our color at all.
This is the way of cultivation. The higher the realm, the more death you see, and the more indifferent you become to life.
The Black-Hearted Demon looked at the dead bodies lying on the ground, showing no interest in devouring them.
His strength has now reached its peak and has condensed into a real entity.
Although he still likes to wear a black robe to hide himself, he is no longer so bloodthirsty.
At least, he has no interest at all in flesh and blood that is lower than him.
But now it is not an easy task to find a peak master in the Mahayana period for him to devour.
Zhuo Yifan's spiritual power radiated out cautiously, and he suddenly quickened his pace.
After climbing over a small hill, there is an open space in front of you.
Several more bodies were left in the open space.
They are still all core disciples of the Ouyang family.
However, these disciples are obviously stronger than the disciples who died outside.
But their fate has not changed at all, they are still killed by a fatal blow.
This made Zhuo Yifan frown secretly.
What kind of master must be here to kill so many core disciples?
This is not the case where magic can be used outside. Here, it relies entirely on physical strength, or high-level power like Zhuo Yifan's power of faith.
This killer must be an extremely terrifying master!
Everyone checked the corpses, but all the resources on these corpses had been stripped away, leaving nothing behind.
Let Liejiao and other misers murmur incessantly.
Zhuo Yifan said speechlessly: "They must have been robbed by the natives, right? Their whole bodies are clean and smooth, with only a layer of clothes left."
An Long was also a little bit dumbfounded: "Looking at this method, it looks a bit similar. Even the shoes are not spared. It is obviously extremely vicious."
Many corpses had their shoes taken away, making them look very desolate.
It would be terrible if the masters were so poor.
In this world, people are not afraid of evil people, but afraid of the poor. Once the monks become poor and crazy, they will even be afraid of themselves.
In this open space, more than a hundred corpses were left in the Ouyang Family Palace.
Ouyang Qingzhi said: "An airship team usually has more than a thousand people. It seems that some people have escaped."
Everyone followed the messy steps and continued to move forward.
Zhuo Yifan frowned and said, "Did they come here for the treasure? Instead, they were killed by the treasure guardian?"
Anlong said: "There are a lot of treasures in the secret realm, but even if there are guards, they are inside the treasures, and they will never be guarded outside. There are no traces of any living creatures living here, so it shouldn't be."
Zhuo Yifan chuckled: "Brother An observes carefully."
Anlong laughed and said: "I have spent most of my life hunting for treasures, and I know a little bit about treasure-related knowledge."
Zhuo Yifan said: "From what Brother An can see, what kind of treasure should this place be?"
Anlong said: "Brother Zhuo, you are really stumping me. We don't even know where the treasure door is, so how can we know what the treasure is? If I were so good, I would have been hunting for treasures everywhere."
"Yifan, come here and take a look."
Ouyang Qingzhi shouted softly.
Zhuo Yifan ducked to Ouyang Qingzhi, only to see the latter pick up a belt from the cracks in the ground with a surprised look on his face. He looked at it and said, "This is Uncle Ouyang Wenwen's personal belt. Why?"
Here?"
Zhuo Yifan's expression changed: "Ouyang asked? If he is not exploring Xingtian's secrets in Ouyang Continent, what is he doing here?"
Ouyang Qingzhi frowned and said, "Several of these core disciples are close associates of Uncle Wen Dao. This team must be his subordinates without a doubt."
Zhuo Yifan said in surprise: "What exactly does Ouyang Wenwen want to do? Could it be that the attraction of this treasure exceeds Xingtian's secret treasure?"
Following the traces ahead, everyone sprinted again.
After going about 10,000 meters deep, the surrounding traces were already very faint.
Everyone found several more corpses in the dense forest.
Like the previous corpses, they had been looted except for a piece of clothing.
But this time, Zhuo Yifan discovered the clue and said in surprise: "There is not only one enemy."
There was finally a clue of the enemy left on the ground.
It was clearly two colors of cloth and a fragment of armor.
This at least proves that there are two or more enemies, because the two different pieces of cloth are both made of outer clothing. As for the armor, there is no way to tell who it belongs to.
It is very likely that there are three people on the other side, one of them is wearing armor and the others are wearing cloth shirts.
The realm of the fallen core disciples is already at the early stage of the Mahayana period.
But he was still killed with thunder.
A little further down the road, you will find a corpse, and the scene is a bit messy.
Obviously, those who survived to the end were all masters, and the battle between them became fierce.
Finally, when we arrived at the foot of a broad mountain, the body completely disappeared.
Zhuo Yifan's eyes narrowed and he whispered: "Everyone, be careful, there should be changes ahead."
Anlong's eyes lit up, he looked at the rock wall in the distance, and said excitedly: "The treasure place should be near here."
Zhuo Yifan said in surprise: "Brother An, why are you so sure?"
"This involves things like astronomy, geography, strange gates, gossip, etc. It's very complicated, and I can't explain it at the moment. In short, this must be a treasure trove." Anlong looked ahead, his eyes burning, and he looked very excited.
This is probably a common problem among treasure hunters!