"Were there any dead people on the previous expedition?" asked Hu Yang casually.

"Yes. It's usually about ten. The little fat man seemed to realize something.

"It's a trap. Hu Yang said affirmatively, "The Yeting Palace is deliberately attracting you to come. You're cannon fodder. ”

He looked up at the figures in the void that seemed to disappear at any time, and said slowly: "You regard the Yeting Palace as a treasure house, but the Yeting Palace treats you as the prey. The more you come, the more people you have, the more you will gain from the palace itself...... Wu Meiniang is really a good means......"

Before the words fell, the figure in the void suddenly made a move.

But I saw them frantically pounce on the poplars.

"Oh no!"

The little fat man was immediately frightened and sat on the ground.

With so many phantoms coming at him fiercely, how could he parry? He felt like he was definitely going to die.

Only Hu Yang was not afraid, and did not put these phantoms in his eyes at all.

But I saw him wave his hand gently.

"Sun forbidden!"

"Tenth floor!"

In an instant, ten suns hung in the void.

The blazing sunlight immediately enveloped all the phantoms, as if to burn them on the spot.

"They're not demon creatures!!The sun forbidden is useless!" The little fat man was about to blurt out, but when the words came to his mouth, he retracted stiffly. Because he suddenly found that the phantoms were distorted.

Indeed, the Sun Forbidden Gong is the nemesis of demon creatures, and the effect on demon creatures is particularly good, but when it comes to dealing with non-demon creatures, the effect is a bit unsatisfactory. However, what the little fat man saw were those phantoms that were not demon creatures, and they were also seriously affected, and the attack had just been launched, and it was already a crumbling army.

The square and sharp phantoms, under the blazing sun, could not keep their bodies balanced at all, and fell directly to the ground.

As time went on, more phantasms had to fall to the ground. Although they were still clutching the black whip, their expressions were also very unwilling. However, they are no longer capable of resisting.

"This black long whip really has a strange ......," Populus euphratica had a rare wisdom, "maybe all the weirdness is on top of the black long whip." This black whip is either dark or demonic. Otherwise, she will definitely not be easily restrained by the sun's forbidden power! Perhaps, Wu Meiniang herself is a dark creature, or is she a dark creature?"

"Show me a whip. Hu Yang said to the little fat man's command.

The little fat man hurried away.

Soon, he retrieved the long black whip.

Hu Yang silently took the black long whip over, observed it carefully, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just like his conjecture, one of the secrets of the Pavilion Palace was this long black whip. It is indeed peculiar to dark creatures. Each scene of the long black whip depicts an extremely complex totem.

Basically, Populus euphratica can deduce how Xurui and others were killed and controlled. They were killed by the black whip. The long black whip turns them into undead at the same time. They became undead creatures. Although they are well disguised as phantoms, the nature of the undead creatures has not changed. Controlled by a long black whip. And the ultimate controller of the black long whip is, of course, Wu Meiniang herself.

It's just that Hu Yang doesn't quite understand, since Wu Meiniang has already turned into an immortal, what do you need so many revenants to do?

Is her purpose really just to guard the palace?

"Let's go inside!"

Hu Yang silently put down the black long whip.

He silently entered the Yeting Palace, and immediately felt a heavy pressure.

Inside the Yeting Palace, there seemed to be a huge perverted gravity field, and the gravity was at least a hundred times that of the outside. The further you go inside, the more multiples of gravity become, the more perverted it becomes.

In addition to the perverted gravitational field, there is also a very strange vortex force, as if it is about to pull people around. The little fat man's star soul level is relatively low, his skills are relatively weak, and he has been pulled to the side by his inexplicable strength many times, and he can't control his body at all. If it weren't for Hu Yang reaching out to pull him, he probably didn't know where he was going to run.

Populus euphratica was barely affected and continued to move forward. The perverted gravity in the Yeting Palace, and the Dragon King Sealing Book he cultivated, were simply pediatrics! The power of all kinds of whirlpools, compared to the Demon Sound Evil Heart Secret Sutra he cultivated, was also nothing to mention......

"Who's who?, stop!" Suddenly, a broken cry came from a corner.

"Hmm......" The little fat man was shocked and was startled again. Finally, he took a closer look, and then exclaimed in surprise, "It's you! Why are you here?"

It turned out that in the corridor of a large hall, there were two groups of cultivators gathered. One of them, who had bald robes and scars on their heads, were all men, apparently disciples of Dhara Dongtian, while the other group was dressed in white and had gorgeous appearances, all of them were women, and they were obviously disciples of Mozi Dongtian. Although the two groups of people are in the cloister, they are far apart, and it is obvious that the well water does not interfere with the river water, drawing a clear line.

"Liu He, what are you doing when a lay disciple runs into the Ting Palace?"

"Senior Brother Xumu, I'm ...... I'm ......" The little fat man quietly looked at the poplar.

He is usually used to being bullied, where does he dare to speak?

The disciples of the Dhara Cave Heaven present were all the essence of the Dhara Cave Heaven.

Each of them, among the younger disciples of the Dhara Cave Heaven, has a decisive weight and great power.

To put it simply, each of them has the power to dispose of his little fat man. Either they are directly deposed and put forward by the Dhara Cave Heaven. Either you're locked up and facing the wall for 3,000 years or something......

"He showed me the way. If he doesn't lead the way, I'll kill him. Hu Yang said casually, "Which of you is the leader?"

"Who are you?" the disciple of Dhara Dongtian was suddenly dissatisfied.

"What kind of garlic are you pretending to be a guy who hasn't broken through the Martial Sect?"

"Are you crazy? If you can prove that you are crazy, we will let you go!"

"How can he prove that he is crazy? I can give you a suggestion, you can pull a bunch of poop for yourself, eat it, and then say that you eat it deliciously......"

The disciples of Dhara Dongtian obviously do not have any concept of Buddhist compassion, and in addition to being inferior, they also swear a lot. If it weren't for the fact that they were all wearing robes and with incense scars on their heads, Hu Yang would really have to wonder if there was a group of thieves pretending to be disciples of Buddhism. However, it is also relieved to think about it. The true pure place of Buddhism is nothing more than in everyone's mind.

For cultivators, the only pursuit is to be higher, faster, and stronger. The same is true for Buddhist disciples. How can their hearts be quiet and inactive?

When you are silently quiet and inactive, but the strength of others is skyrocketing, can you still sit still?

If you are backward, you will be beaten, and if you are weak, you will be bullied, this is an eternal truth.

The result of quiet inaction is only to be beaten.