The dim underground palace was illuminated by flame spells, and the melee lasted for half an hour.

Hundreds of giant spiders were killed one after another with more than seventy Qi-refining cultivators' full strength.

In this melee, Jiang Xiaolian's combat power was amazing. She cut off and burned spider legs at least a hundred and ten.

Most of the spiders were killed by disciples of Qianyun Sect. Although more than ten people from the Longyan Sect were also casting spells, they focused on defense, and few people fought desperately.

Killing a hundred monsters is not too difficult for dozens of Qi-refining cultivators, but casualties are inevitable.

There were more than a dozen people injured on the Qianyun Sect, and the injuries were of varying degrees. The worst one was Ma Xiaobu. He was cut into the back by the spider's long claws. The wound was covered in blood and grinning in pain.

The injured disciple Qianyun received Wen Qiuqing's personal treatment.

When a pill was in the mouth of the pill, Ma Xiaobu immediately felt that the wound was no longer in pain, and the blood stopped quickly. After careful bandaging, he could move freely.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Wen!"

The disciples who were treated sincerely thanked him, which is why they were willing to practice with this senior sister Wen.

The disciples of Qianxiang Valley are famous for refining alchemy, especially Wen Qiuqing is also the best among the disciples of the Dan Pavilion, and it is easy to treat ordinary injuries.

Compared with Qianyun Sect, almost no one in Longyan Sect was injured, except for the first one who was wrapped in spider silk into a pupa.

There was no danger in the hall, so Guo Chen and Pang Feng went to check on their companions.

Cut the spider web, the Longyan Sect disciple inside looked pale and vomited while coughing.

The spider web was not poisonous, but it almost suffocated. If it were later, he would have become a dead pupa.

Both sides chose to rest and recuperate at the same time, and each chose a safe area to restore the injury and restore the true qi to restore the true qi. A fierce battle made everyone very tired.

"I didn't expect this to be the nest of spider monsters. These clawed things are so terrible!" Chen Ge'er said in fear.

"Senior Sister Wen, what kind of monster is this kind of spider?" Qu Hongfei, who was exhausted from strength, asked while resting.

"Giant fire spider, low-level monster."

Wen Qiuqing explained to her junior brothers and sisters: "The giant firewood spiders like to live in groups, because their long claws are similar to dead branches and firewood, and the usual firewood spiders are mostly about ten. So many are gathered because this ancient tomb is suitable for roosting."

Chang Sheng also listened on the side that these knowledge and experiences in the cultivation world were what he lacked.

After resting, everyone searched again and carefully looked at all the walls and grounds around them several times, but there was still no clue about the entrance.

This hall is like a square cage, with no exit except the passageway to enter.

Others were searching around, but Changsheng squatted on the edge of a big pit, tilting his head, listening to something.

"What are you listening to?" Jiang Xiaolian also squatted aside when she passed by and said suspiciously.

"The sound of sand falling to the ground." Chang Sheng still tilted his head and listened with his ears.

"There is a sound!" Jiang Xiaolian also heard the noise and jumped into the big pit along the sound.

"It seems...it's right here!"

When Jiang Xiaolian heard the source of the sound, she happened to walk to the center of the big pit. As soon as she finished speaking, her feet suddenly sank.

A boom!

The place where Jiang Xiaolian stepped on suddenly collapsed, and the sand poured down, and the girl's figure disappeared instantly.

"Why did it collapse again?"

Chang Sheng was also surprised. It seemed that the underground palace had been in disrepair. The large pit that originally buried stone sculptures completely fell into the ground and turned into a large dark hole.

The noise here was quite loud, and the others were immediately attracted.

The cave was pitch black, like a big mouth, and it seemed that the breath from the dead land was floating in the darkness.

No one around dares to move rashly, and there is no danger in such an unknown cave.

The Longyan Sect was watching the excitement. Anyway, the one who was not theirs fell in, and all the disciples of Qianyun Sect were worried.

"I'm fine! Come down and find the inner palace!"

Just as Wen Qiuqing was about to jump down, Jiang Xiaolian's voice came from the cave, and a fire appeared, illuminating another scene underground.

At the entrance of the cave, the disciples of Qianyun Sect put down the soft ladder, and the rest arrived one after another.

It turns out that there is a floor of temple below, which is consistent with the structure above, and there are also eighty-one dragon pillars, even the location is exactly the same.

At the edge of the hall is a quartz tunnel, which should be used for drainage. It seems that the tomb owner is very meticulous and even the drainage canal is repaired in advance.

A bronze coffin lying at the deepest point. On one side of the bronze coffin is a tall bronze chair, and a statue of a strange snake stands on it.

The statue is made of bronze, with a snake's tail connected to the chair surface, the body is upright and slightly bent backward, and the head is stretched forward, and the posture is strange.

This strange snake statue is exactly the same as the one carved on the underground palace gate. The snake body is very short and does not disperse the snake formation, but stands up.

"What is this? It doesn't look like a snake." Chen Ge'er, who came down from the soft ladder, said curiously.

"I have never seen such a monster. It looks very fierce. There are no monsters buried in the tomb, right?" Ma Xiaobu said cautiously.

The strange hall was empty, and the copper cups around the walls were lit one after another. As the fire appeared, the darkness was dispersed, and the reflection of the stone pillar became uncertain.

"Stop the sound."

Jiang Xiaolian signaled others not to speak because Wen Qiuqing was approaching the bronze coffin.

"You don't want to take it alone, right?" The people from Longyan Sect also arrived one after another, and the monk surnamed Sun said coldly.

"If you have the means to capture the corpse, you can do it first." Jiang Xiaolian snorted.

When he heard that the corpse was lame, the monk surnamed Sun was no longer speaking.

At this time, Wen Qiuqing was already within three feet of the bronze coffin. She was not moving forward, but took out a bamboo tube.

The bamboo tube is as thick as a child's arm, with a lid in front and behind. Wen Qiuqing carefully unscrewed the lid and aimed the opening of the bamboo tube at the bronze coffin.

A wisp of dim blue smoke floated out of the bamboo tube.

call.

Wen Qiuqing blew gently, and the blue smoke slowly floated towards the bronze coffin, and finally covered the coffin.

"Attract corpse pollen and capture it with special magic tools. It turns out that you are ready." The monk surnamed Sun whispered.

Without special materials and magic weapons, they could not catch the corpse. At this time, they could only watch Wen Qiuqing capture this extremely rare monster.

A faint rustling sound appeared from the bronze coffin, echoing in the hall, and echoed from all directions.

It seemed as if countless small insects were crawling constantly in the corner.

As the blue smoke surrounds, the crawling sounds get faster and faster, and the little insect becomes more and more anxious.

With the constant ear power, it can be judged that the sound only comes from the bronze coffin, but the sound that spreads out sounds very cunning.

It’s like countless little bugs crawling towards them, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

"It's out! No one is allowed to speak out, otherwise don't blame me for turning against me!"

Jiang Xiaolian lowered her voice to warn, and at this time, a strange little insect crawled out of the gap in the bronze coffin.

The little insect is the size of a child's palm, with a layer of brown carapace, ten pairs of abdominal claws, no eyes, and thin whiskers more than one foot long on their heads, swinging back and forth to sense the surroundings.

The little insect is not big and very cautious. It is Wen Qiuqing's target, the corpse is lame.

Seeing the corpse appear, Wen Qiuqing became nervous and motionless, waiting for the corpse to fall into the trap.

Everyone was staring at the little insects on the bronze coffin intently. Changsheng was very interested in the insects and was also staring at them, but as he looked, he heard a very subtle sound above his head.

It sounds like someone is tapping the stone wall with his fingers, which sounds creepy.
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