Chapter 123 has a small harvest
Before Mo Changsheng could find the entrance to the sixth underground floor, the runes on the top of the room lit up again, and the previous scene was repeated again.
"So here!"
This time, Mo Changsheng didn't miss the opportunity and finally found the entrance.
The entrance to the next floor is not in the middle of the room at all, but in the innermost corner of the room.
Before Mo Changsheng could find the entrance to the sixth underground floor, the runes on the top of the room lit up again, and the previous scene was repeated again.
"So here!"
This time, Mo Changsheng didn't miss the opportunity and finally found the entrance.
The entrance to the next floor is not in the middle of the room at all, but in the innermost corner of the room.
"The alloy wall more than ten meters thick is actually a door, no wonder my divine sense didn't find it. ”
If you change to someone else, it is estimated that you can only be helpless against this perverted alloy door, but if you change to Mo Changsheng, it will be very simple.
In just a few minutes, the domineering Nan Ming Lihuo melted this door into a big hole that was large enough for Mo Changsheng to pass through.
As soon as he entered the door, Mo Changsheng felt like a world had changed.
Behind the door, there was a passage that spiraled downward, and inside the passage, only a few oil lamps were lit sporadically, dim and eerie.
The passage seems to be naturally formed, twisting and turning, sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, but fortunately it has been roughly groomed, and it is not difficult to walk.
After walking along the passage for a while, Mo Changsheng estimated that after the vertical height dropped by hundreds of meters, his eyes finally opened up.
"Is this a ghost movie, or is this the altar of a cult?" Mo Changsheng looked at everything in front of him speechlessly.
At the end of the passage is a huge cave.
The four walls of the cave are carved with countless hideous and terrifying reliefs of ghosts and gods.
Dozens of lamps floated in the air, emitting a faint glow.
At first glance, this scene is very strange, but if you look closely, you will find that these lamps are wrapped with extremely thin steel wires, and the other end of the steel wire is nailed to the roof of the cave, and if you don't pay attention, you will mistakenly think that these lamps are floating in the air.
There were also many terrifying reliefs carved on the ground, Mo Changsheng took a closer look and found that these ghost reliefs were actually monsters similar to dog-headed human bodies.
"Dog God Sect, Dog Demon Sect?" Mo Changsheng's heart was full of mockery.
No way, in the previous life, he had also come into contact with the Demon Dao cultivators, and even explored the ruins of the Demon Cultivators.
Although the eerie, terrifying, and evil things are similar, the plausible, crude, and pretending to be tall things in front of him really make him speechless.
Packing up his mood, Mo Changsheng checked again.
After a little counting, Mo Changsheng found that there were a total of thirty-six oil lamps in the cave, and under each oil lamp, there was a pillar of about six meters.
These pillars are engraved with the same runes as the fifth layer, but these runes are coated with fishy blood.
Mo Changsheng jumped on top of a stone pillar and found that the top of the pillar was empty, but on the pillar next to it, there was a sarcophagus.
"If the lamp on the pillar is on, it means that there is a sarcophagus, and if the lamp is not on, it means that there is nothing," Mo Changsheng found the rule, "In this way, there are a total of sarcophagi here... Twenty-four!"
Mo Changsheng slapped a palm wind, opened the sarcophagus on the stone pillar next to him, and jumped over after not finding danger.
"Refining corpses?!" Mo Changsheng's pupils shrank: "No, how can refining corpses be so weak!"
Inside the sarcophagus, there was a male corpse, without a wisp, with earthy yellow skin, and his body was even stronger than Xiang Yu.
Mo Changsheng sensed it with his divine sense, and found that its muscle strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, between acquired and congenital, and it also contained strange energy in its body.
This energy is similar to demonic energy, but it is not demonic energy, let alone the corpse qi of refining corpses.
Mo Changsheng guessed that counting this energy, its strength should be slightly weaker than that of the innate martial artist, but it was far stronger than the acquired martial artist.
The other twenty-three sarcophagi were opened, and they were the same as the first, each containing a majestic male corpse.
"What a big stroke!" Mo Changsheng secretly sighed: "However, this method is too bad!"
After a little speculation, Mo Changsheng roughly figured out all this.
The boss behind the Changping Club, who used the high prize money of the death boxing match to attract the masters of horizontal training to come and participate, and after killing the other party, he collected their corpses here.
Then, use the dog fighting and death boxing matches to collect the death and soul of the fighting dogs and challengers, as well as the evil energy of those gamblers who are watching the fight.
Through some kind of method that Mo Changsheng still can't figure out, he can transform these negative energies into a higher level of demonic energy, and transform those fighting dogs in the fifth layer.
Yes, although the "demonic energy" and vitality of the fighting dogs have been devoured a lot, if you grasp the degree well, it is not enough to be fatal, at least, it is still no problem to transform some half-demon beasts.
In the same way, the strange energy transformed by those fighting dogs was instilled into these sarcophagi, in order to refine thirty-six innate level "refining corpses".
It's just that, in Mo Changsheng's opinion, this method is too crude.
"If the corpses of these horizontal training masters are used to refine Dao soldiers, where can it be so troublesome, and besides, the strength will not even be innate and unattainable!"
Mo Changsheng's face was full of regret: "It's a pity that I really don't like the corpse Dao exercises, otherwise if I refine a few corpses, I will dare to be tough with the master of the Great Perfection of the Foundation!"
Suddenly laughing dryly, Mo Changsheng looked left and right as a thief, and then quickly turned around and put all the twenty-four corpses into the Natian Ring.
"I can also be regarded as doing the right thing for the heavens," Mo Changsheng said in a heartfelt voice: "Becoming a Taoist soldier is much better than this picture of people not being human and ghosts." ”
After comforting himself for a while, Mo Changsheng suddenly shouted into the empty passageway, "Where are you going?
There was still no movement at the entrance of the passage, but Mo Changsheng seemed to recognize it, and mocked: "The lowest-level resentful spirit dares to slip away in front of this seat, what do you think of this seat?!"
"I still want to escape! Nan Ming is out of the fire!" Mo Changsheng suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a small flame.
When that flame first appeared, it was only the size of a soybean, and in the blink of an eye, it flew to the entrance of the passage when Mo Changsheng came, and then, the small flame instantly skyrocketed, completely covering it up.
"If you can pass through this Nanming Separation Fire, this seat will turn around and leave, otherwise, it is better for you to be caught!" Mo Changsheng said coldly: "Shi Jianren was killed by you, right? Hey, it's still an evil spirit, you'd better ... Look for death!"
Halfway through his words, Mo Changsheng suddenly burst out, and at the same time, his hands quickly sealed, and the sword yuan that exuded a strong aura flowed around his fingertips, and in less than a second, the Dao method had been completed.
"Heaven Splitting Sword Lotus, seal!"
A shining Sword Yuan Qinglian appeared out of thin air, and then, slowly closed.
"Babble!"
A sharp and piercing cry suddenly appeared, and in the middle of Qinglian, a ghostly phantom suddenly appeared!