There are a total of seventy or eighty buildings here that have not collapsed and are well preserved.
The most eye-catching ones are undoubtedly the tall buildings in the center of the building complex.
At this moment, hundreds of warriors gathered in front of those tall buildings.
In just over a day, the number of warriors who have entered the ruins of Lingxi Sect has been unimaginable. As the news spreads, more and more people will flock in.
Those who enter the ruins first will naturally gain opportunities before others, and of course they will also bear the greatest risks.
Xu Chen flashed and appeared in front of those tall buildings.
Look up.
I saw that the tall buildings were the Martial Arts Pavilion, the Lingdan Pavilion, the Spiritual Weapon Pavilion...
The Martial Arts Pavilion, the Lingdan Pavilion, and the Weapons Pavilion are generally the most important places in a sect, and the defensive array is naturally extremely powerful.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
Hundreds of warriors joined forces to continuously attack the defensive formation of the Martial Arts Pavilion. Although the power of the formation has weakened after a hundred thousand years, it is still astonishingly strong. The combined attacks of hundreds of people failed to shake the formation in the slightest.
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"The fact that the Martial Arts Pavilion was well preserved during that battle shows how amazing its defensive power is. I'm afraid it won't be easy for a saint to break through the formation."
Xu Chen did not take action, but walked directly towards a well-preserved courtyard in the distance.
Compared with the defense of the Martial Arts Pavilion, the formation of this small courtyard is undoubtedly much weaker.
The reason why this small courtyard can be well preserved is not because of its strong defense, but mainly because it is geographically remote and located at the outermost edge of the building.
In fact, except for the tall buildings in the center, almost all of the buildings that can still be preserved intact are geographically remote and located at the edge of the building complex.
The small courtyard that Xu Chen was eyeing was currently occupied by six or seven warriors who were constantly attacking the small courtyard's formation.
Seeing Xu Chen approaching, the six or seven warriors immediately stopped attacking and looked at Xu Chen with unkind eyes.
"Boy, our brothers have taken a liking to this small courtyard, so get out of here."
The leader was a middle-aged man with a scar. He put his hand on the handle of the knife and drove away coldly.
"How come something without an owner belongs to you?" Xu Chen said lightly.
The steps don't stop.
A flash of murderous intent flashed across Scar's middle-aged eyes.
"Boy, since you insist on seeking death, don't blame us, just go die!"
A group of people, led by the middle-aged Scar, drew their swords one after another and swarmed up to kill Xu Chen.
Xu Chen raised his hand and waved casually.
The six or seven people who rushed towards them felt as if they had been hit hard, and they all flew backwards with blood spurting from their mouths.
Xu Chen did not kill him.
After the middle-aged Scar and others landed, they stood up with difficulty, glanced at Xu Chen fearfully, and then left as if running away.
Xu Chen walked to the small courtyard, raised his hand and pressed forward gently. The moment his palm touched the formation, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from his palm.
The next moment.
There was a click.
The formation in the small courtyard exploded.
As the formation broke open, the small courtyard welcomed its first living person in 100,000 years.
Entering the small courtyard, there is a small medicine garden in the courtyard. There are dozens of elixirs growing in the medicine garden, mainly heaven-level and earth-level elixirs.
Xu Chen and Yao Daitu moved into the Heavenly Emperor's Palace.
There are three rooms in the courtyard.
The middle room is the main room, where the owner of the courtyard sleeps.
The moment Xu Chen's finger touched the door of the main room, the wooden door turned into powder and slowly dissipated like a phantom.
"It has been too long, and the wooden door cannot withstand the erosion of time..."
Xu Chen took a step forward.
His gaze swept across the room.
His eyes finally settled on the figure sitting cross-legged on the stone bed in the room.
This is a young man who looks to be only about thirty years old. He is dressed in blue clothes, sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed, and there is blood at the corner of his mouth...
Perhaps Xu Chen's entry broke the balance in the room. The wooden furniture, quilts, clothes and other items in the room turned into powder and quickly dissipated like the door.
The young man sitting cross-legged on the stone bed turned into powder and dispersed between heaven and earth like other wooden objects.
In the end, only metal products and stone products were left in the room.
A ding-dong sound.
As the young man disappeared, a metal token and a storage ring fell on the stone bed, making a crisp collision sound.
Xu Chen walked over and picked up the storage ring and identity token.
He put the storage ring away directly.
The identity token was held in his hand and he looked at it carefully.
"Ning Yu."
There is a name engraved on one side of the token, presumably the name of the original owner of the token.
Holding the Lingxi Sect disciple token, I wonder if I can enter the Lingxi Sect’s martial arts pavilion, elixir pavilion and other important places.
You will know once you go and try it.
Xu Chen walked out of the small courtyard and walked towards the martial arts pavilion closest to him.
…
On top of a spiritual mountain.
Dozens of warriors are fighting for the elixir in the medicine garden.
suddenly.
A bloody figure swept over from a distance.
Arrive in the blink of an eye.
This is a middle-aged warrior dressed in blood.
The moment they saw the middle-aged man in blood-clothed clothes, the expressions of the dozens of warriors who were fighting in a bloody battle suddenly changed.
"No, it's the Blood-Weeping Sword Saint!"
"The Blood-Weeping Sword Saint is murderous, run away!"
"Run away quickly."
"Weeping Blood Sword Saint, you are the Sword Saint, please don't kill me."
"Lord, Lord Weeping Blood Sword Saint, please spare my life."
"..."
"..."
More than half of the dozens of warriors chose to flee immediately, while a smaller half begged the Blood-Weeping Sword Saint.
However.
What awaits them is the butcher knife of the Blood-weeping Sword Saint.
"Haha, go to hell with all the ants!"
"Only killing can make me happy."
The Weeping Blood Sword Saint drew out his bloody sword and harvested lives. In just a few breaths, dozens of warriors died tragically, and no one survived.
When the Blood-Weeping Sword Saint was about to put away his sword, an old man in gray clothes rushed towards this place.
"Hmm?! Aren't you afraid of death?"
The old man in gray finally stopped ten thousand meters away from the Weeping Blood Knife Saint.
The old man in gray clothes said: "Master Weeping Blood Sword Saint, I am naturally afraid of death, but I have news to tell you. I wonder if you are interested."
