After hearing Magu's words, the cultivators' auras froze. No one spoke as they plotted in their hearts.
In reality, the cultivators didn't know much about the Very High Ruins. They weren't from the Dragon Seeking Clan and didn't have thousands of years to study everything about the Very High Ruins. However, they still coveted the opportunities inside the Very High Dao Palace, which was why they were like donkeys led by carrots. They came all the way to the Very High Dao Palace and paid a great price, but they were still deceived by Magu.
If what Magu said was true and she knew where the greatest opportunities were in the Very High Dao Palace, then this was indeed what the cultivators needed the most.
For a moment, all the cultivators were excited, but they were also a little afraid of harming the innocent. However, they really didn't dare to use force.
When Magu saw this, a trace of disdain appeared on her face. She smiled softly and said, "Haha, people are trapped by their own selfishness. Our Dragon Seeking Clan's ancestor was like this, and aren't you guys the same? However, you don't have to worry. As long as you don't use force on me, I will tell you everything you want to know. I won't hide anything … "
When she finished speaking, she looked at the cultivators with a provocative expression.
The purple-spotted old cultivator from the Fengtian Clan said in a low voice, "Fairy Ma, don't be deliberately mystifying. As long as you're willing to tell us, we won't use force!"
The other clan leaders also looked at Magu with unfriendly gazes, but no one spoke.
When Magu saw this, she sighed softly. The disdain on her face became even more obvious. After a while, she said softly, "You all think that the Very High Dao Palace is filled with secret treasures. After coming in, you can probably find a broken weapon, a secret scroll, or a precious herb. That would be a great opportunity, right? Heh, the Very High Dao Palace was indeed filled with treasures in the past, but how many years has it been? You've all seen the Very High Dao Palace now. There are only scorched earth and bones everywhere. Where would there be any opportunities?
"But it's not impossible to say that there are no opportunities at all. At the very least, there is a trace of immortal opportunity at the end of the Ancient Path to Heaven. Generation after generation of the Dragon Seeking Clan has gone through many dangers to enter the Very High Dao Palace for that trace of immortal opportunity. Unfortunately, the world has changed and the rules have become chaotic. This has exceeded the expectations of our Dragon Seeking Clan's ancestor. Generation after generation, the Dragon Seeking Clan has suffered heavy casualties, but no one has succeeded in entering the Nine Trials. By my father's generation, the Dragon Seeking Clan was already withered. He only entered the palace once and exhausted the clan's power. However, it wasn't completely fruitless. At the very least, he confirmed that the Very High Daoism's standards of accepting a disciple are too high. It's not something we mortals can reach.
"External force?"
Magu gently nodded under the astonished gazes of the cultivators. "That's right. Before my father died, he told me that the Great Tribes of the Returning Ruins all have secret treasures. The Fengtian Tribe's ancestor's magic sword, the Moon Worshipping Tribe's Moon Scepter, the Imperial Beast Tribe's Bone God Banner, and the Heaven Hating Tribe's Five Elemental Mirror. Without these treasures, it would be impossible to pass the Nine Trials of Tongtian!"
Hearing her easily reveal the unique treasure of their clan, the expressions of the old cultivators turned a little ugly.
"Fairy Ma, you want the treasures of our tribes? I'm afraid he hasn't slacked off yet! "
The purple-spotted old cultivator of the Fengtian Clan said softly.
Excluding Luo Musang's alliance of small clans, the five major clans of the Sinkhole of Sinkhole — Heaven Abhorrence, Heaven Reverence, Dragon Seeking, Imperial Beast, and Moon Reverence — had extremely strong foundations. Strictly speaking, the Dragon Seeking clan was still considered weak. Therefore, when the cultivators heard this, they found it a little funny. The previous clan leader of the Dragon Seeking clan was probably crazy to want to gather all the treasures of the four clans and use them as external help to break through the Nine Trials of Heaven …
"Why else would I say that you've spun a cocoon of your own making?"
Magu's expression turned cold. "Ever since I appeared, you've held me firmly in your hands, forcing me to bring you into the depths of the Returning Ruins. Unfortunately, you don't know that the closer you are to the Primordial Ruins, the closer your death is. Normally, I wouldn't be able to take the treasures of the four clans, but what if I'm in the Death Realm …"
Hearing this, the eyes of the cultivators flickered, flickering with uncertainty.
Just as Granny Yao of the Moon Reverence Clan was about to ask a question, a cold breeze suddenly swept past. Fang Xing had been carefully sensing his surroundings. When he heard the breeze, his heart immediately skipped a beat. He slapped the dragon's head and immediately flew toward the wasteland where Magu was. The jade slip he obtained from the Dragon Seeking clan's Holy Maiden's storage pouch indicated that this wasteland was one of the few places that could temporarily resist Meng Hong's death aura.
Seeing him rush into the wasteland, Granny Yao, the purple-spotted old cultivator of the Heaven Reverence Clan, Shi Nansha, and Luo Musang of the Imperial Beast Clan all turned pale. Their figures flickered at the same time and they rushed into the wasteland, each occupying a corner and surrounding Magu. Their gazes were fixed on Fang Xing warily. They had discovered that Magu was hiding many secrets in her heart, and they were worried that Fang Xing would capture her again.
As for the remaining forces, they also surrounded the wasteland with artifacts in hand, not letting a single gap escape.
On the other hand, Fang Xing waved his hand and summoned his eight Golden Core servants and the Heaven Abhorrence Clan's Ning Du to the wasteland.
"What is that kid doing?"
The old cultivators were confused by Fang Xing's actions, but Magu stared at Fang Xing in astonishment.
The wind grew stronger at an incredible speed. By the time the eight Golden Core servants and the Heaven Abhorrence Clan's Ning Du had arrived beside Fang Xing, the wind had already reached the outside of the wasteland. The two members of the Moon Reverence Clan had their gazes fixed on the wasteland, watching the changes that were taking place in the wasteland. They did not expect that they would be swept away by the strange wind and fall silent …
"Hmm? Luohong, Qingfu, what's wrong? "
Granny Yao noticed that something was wrong. Her eyes flickered as she looked at the two members of the Moon Reverence Clan.
It was also at this moment that the cultivators guarding outside the wasteland were swept away by the wind. One after another, they lost all signs of life. It was an extremely strange sight. Even after the wind swept past them, the vague shadows of their souls could be seen in the air, struggling and crying in the wind. It was the appearance of their souls being swept away by the wind, shocking the cultivators.
"Not good, come into the wasteland!"
The purple-spotted old cultivator of the Sky Reverence Clan shouted as he slashed at the air with his sword.
With a loud bang, the green-tipped sword in his hand emitted an overwhelming aura of righteousness, pushing back the aura of death that was surging toward him like a tide.
Meanwhile, Shi Nansha suddenly approached Magu, raised his right palm, and shouted coldly, "What is this?"
Magu's expression was mournful. She sighed softly and said, "This is called the Primordial Aura of Death. It was transformed from the Primordial Aura of Dao that enveloped the entire Daoist Palace in the past. Under the Yuanying Aura of Death, anyone who comes into contact with it will die. It is unstoppable and unpredictable. For so many years, the Primordial Aura of Death has been the greatest obstacle that has stopped our Dragon Reverence Clan from ascending the Nine Trials of Heaven!"
"Is this your plan? You lured us into the ruins, only to die under the Primordial Aura of Death? " Granny Yao asked sternly, killing intent radiating from her eyes. "This wasteland seems to be able to prevent the aura of death from invading. Girl, you chose this wasteland ahead of time, which shows that you have some understanding of the Primordial Aura of Death. Quickly tell us how to neutralize it, or I will make you suffer a fate worse than death!"
Magu smiled miserably and said, "I believe that you will make me suffer a fate worse than death, but if you say that you will make me suffer a fate worse than death, it will be a joke. This wasteland was the place where the Daoist Palace cultivated spiritual herbs. Because they were worried that the Primordial Aura of Dao would contaminate the herbs and change their medicinal properties, they set up a formation to prevent the Daoist Aura from entering the herb garden. It is also because of this that the Daoist Aura of Death cannot invade the herb garden after it transforms into the aura of death. However, it can defend against the aura of death. Unfortunately, the formation will soon lose its effect, and when the aura of death invades, we will all die together. How can you make me suffer a fate worse than death? "
"You …"
Even Zhu Xiu was shocked. "Didn't you lure us here for our secret treasure?"
"Yes, it's for your secret treasure!"
Magu nodded lightly. "If you die, the secret treasure will naturally be left with you. You can take your time to pick it out!"
"Do you think you can live?"
Granny Yao shouted coldly. Suddenly, her skinny claws grabbed Magu's neck.
Magu showed no fear. She sighed softly and said, "Who said that I'm going to live?"
She slowly swept her gaze across the faces of the cultivators. There was no joy or anger in her voice, but there was a hint of sadness, "I'm just a bait to lure you all into this land of death. In your eyes, you will only feel at ease if you have me in your hands. Only if I give up my life will I be able to lure you old foxes and little foxes into a land of certain death …"
Her tone caused the hearts of all the cultivators to tremble. They faintly felt that they had indeed made a mistake.
"Who are you doing this for?"
Shi Nansha asked. His eyes were so deep that the bottom could not be seen.
Magu sighed softly. She raised her head and looked into the distance, but she did not answer.
"Of course it's for me …"
In the distance, under the strange illumination of the nine moons, a fireball suddenly flew over. When it got closer, the cultivators suddenly realized that the fireball contained a ferocious bird. Its body was surrounded by raging flames, and its eyes were unusually ferocious. It charged straight into the Primordial Aura of Death, but it was not affected at all. It flew to the vicinity of the abandoned garden and hovered in the air.
The Vermilion Bird!
It was the Vermilion Bird that the cultivators thought was being sacrificed on the jade bridge.
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