After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

"Su Qingling, Su Qingwu."

The two sisters sat up straight in the chair.

"Reduce the output power of the Tide Suppression Array to 60%, leaving more room for self-defense, and don't exhaust yourself."

The Tidal Holy Body of these two is currently the only means to slow down the spread of the gray line.

If the people are ruined, the formation is ruined.

Su Qingling simply nodded emphatically.

"understood."

Su Qingwu asked the second half of the question on behalf of her sister.

"How long do you plan to stay inside?"

"have no idea."

Zhou Ran replied crisply.

"Three and a half days is the deadline; I must reach the heart location before the liver is activated."

Entering through the spine gate, it takes half a day to reach the entrance area, and the remaining time is spent exploring the deep layers of Penglai Pavilion that have never been touched before.

Whether it's enough or not is hard to say.

Another dull heartbeat came from the soles of my feet.

thump.

The impact caused the pen on the table to roll half an inch off the table.

The mycelium of the white fungus quickly retreated back into the flowerpot.

Zhou Ran turned to Qin San.

"I will personally reinforce the manor's barrier before I leave."

If anyone tries to force their way in, give the signal first: kill them without mercy.

Qin San suddenly stood at attention.

"yes!"

"Xiao Hongli".

"I'll go with you!"

Xiao Hongli braced her hands on the edge of the table.

"no."

"I can take the Xiao family's Ghost Banner..."

Stop talking nonsense.

The laws of the ethereal realm will erase vengeful spirits as impurities; you won't even survive three breaths.

Zhou Ran didn't give her any room to bargain.

Xiao Hongli gripped the edge of the chair with her fingers.

"If the number of gray threads exceeds ten thousand within three days, I will detonate that Heavenly Corpse Scale and destroy the earth's veins."

"Dying together with them will buy you five more minutes."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Chen Ya put down her pen.

"The manor's bottom line is defense, not self-destruction."

Zhou Ran didn't look up, his knuckles tapping on the table.

"It's not your place to fight to the death. Hold your position."

Zhou Ran's words were harsh and cold.

There is no room for maneuver.

But he remembered those words.

If things really come to that point where they can't get out of there, the people in the manor need to have a trump card to protect themselves.

I'll explain the scales to Chen Ya separately later.

Xiao Hongli didn't argue anymore and stepped back into the chair.

Zhou Ran's gaze swept over the last seat.

"Fatty Wang, come with me into the underworld."

"Alright."

"Xiao Rou".

The woman in the corner pressed her forehead directly against the floor tiles.

"Your subordinate is here."

"Your natal Gu can detect the fluctuations of the Heavenly Corpse; you will be the vanguard."

The remaining two hundred Gu Masters in Southern Xinjiang are on standby.

"Yes."

Zhou Ran finally looked at the white mushroom cap on the table.

Bai Xuan extended a thick mycelium and carved a line of words on the solid wood table.

I go.

"I know you're going."

Zhou Ran flicked the umbrella canopy with his finger.

"Keep a close eye on the Void Realm Laws within the Heavenly Corpse."

Bai Xuan then carved four more characters.

Absolutely nothing was missed.

Zhou Ran stood up.

Four people, plus Li Zhiyao, making five.

Whether Fatty Wang's Buddhist Golden Body Technique is effective under the laws of the Void Realm is unknown, but he can withstand attacks and can block a blow at crucial moments.

Xiao Rou's Gu scouting technique is the most effective.

Bai Xuan's Buddha Eyes can see through illusions, serving as a second layer of protection.

He also has the Heavenly Demon of the Sixth Heaven of the Demon Realm.

Is it enough?

Even if it's not enough, it has to be enough.

"Three days later, enter the underworld through the old passage of the Taihuang Tomb in Mangshan, and go straight down to the eighth level."

Li Zhiyao leaned against the door frame and nodded slightly.

Meeting adjourned.

People gradually left the scene.

Chen Ya paused briefly by the door, then walked into the corridor without saying a word.

Lin Qingxue passed by the main seat, her blue Dharma Eye membrane sweeping over Zhou Ran's chest.

"The gray stripe is the fourth one."

Zhou Ran glanced at the spot of hidden pain through the fabric of her clothes.

"I know."

Article 4.

Mr. Xu said that three is the lower limit and six is ​​the upper limit.

The window is opening, and at the same time, a countdown is underway for the door to close.

The meeting room was empty.

Zhou Ran got up and went upstairs, pushing open the iron gate to the rooftop.

The night view of Jiangcheng unfolds below.

He activated his Purple-Gold Demon Eyes.

The gray threads are penetrating the asphalt and concrete, climbing wildly upwards.

Seven thousand four hundred.

There are three hundred more than four hours ago.

At this rate, breaking 10,000 in three days is not a problem.

Zhou Ran put away his demonic eyes and took out two tokens.

The Grand Commander's golden light was restrained, while Li Chengfeng's bronze light was deep and verdigris.

The black-gold dragon peeked out from his collar and breathed a warm breath at the bronze token.

A fleeting glimpse of dark gold appeared on the verdigris.

Zhou Ran put the token away.

He turned around and looked at the air ten steps away.

"So, the people from Penglai only dare to stand outside the barrier and deliver messages?"

The words fell.

Outside the sixth layer of defensive barriers of the manor, the night sky rippled like water.

The young Taoist nun's white robe came into view.

She did not attempt to force her way through the great formation reinforced by the laws of idealism. Instead, she held a yellowed piece of paper between two fingers and inserted it into a pre-reserved air vent at the edge of the formation, through the barrier's light screen.

"The last piece of intelligence that the Pavilion Master didn't have time to deliver in person."

The note passed through the formation and floated lightly to the open space between the two people.

Zhou Ran raised his hand and inhaled through the air.

The note fell into his palm.

Its edges were curled, and its dark color carried an old, earthy smell of the underworld.

[There are two gatekeepers inside the corpse, namely Mantuo Zhuhua and Mantuo Shahua, who are Meng Po's only remaining direct disciples.]

[Meng Po's last order before disappearing: At all costs, prevent anyone from approaching the heart of the Heavenly Corpse.]

Zhou Ran held the paper strip between two fingers.

Mandara flower and Mandara flower.

A disciple personally taught by Meng Po.

He had been in the underworld for so long, from Emperor Song to Qiao Kun, from Yan San to Feng Xi, and no one had ever mentioned Meng Po or her disciples.

An existence unknown even to the Ten Kings of Hell, hidden inside a celestial corpse, was given the order to "stop anyone."

anyone.

Including him.

Meng Po gave him broken porcelain and a soul-soothing pearl at the River of Oblivion, and entrusted the information to Penglai before leaving.

It looked like they were helping him, but the instructions were clearly written.

at all costs.

These two gatekeepers cannot distinguish between friend and foe.

Zhou Ran's mind replayed the old story of the seven expeditions to Penglai Pavilion that resulted in the loss of four lives.

Old Xu lost two fingers; his cultivation at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm was gnawed off at the boundary between the entrance area and the outer perimeter.

The Mandara and Mandara flowers do not guard the outer perimeter.

It's the heart.

Deeper than the entrance area.

How could a disciple be weak if he could be used as a last resort by Meng Po, who had exhausted her own essence?

At her peak, Meng Po herself was respected even by Yama, the King of Hell. Her personal disciples were at least at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage.

The old woman who left behind only a broken bowl on the frozen surface of the River of Oblivion did not disappear even after her life force was exhausted.

She went inside the corpse to arrange her escape route.

We need to find a way.

A direct confrontation is not the best strategy.

The inscription on the broken porcelain of Meng Po, "Those who have passed through the sea of ​​flowers must not turn back," is most likely related to these two gatekeepers.

Zhou Ran folded the note and put it in his pocket.

The Taoist nun outside the formation did not linger; her figure blurred, and she retreated into the darkness.

The dull thumping of my heart returned from beneath my feet.

thump.

thump.

thump.

The three-day countdown is accelerating amidst this tremor.