This is a super huge cave that has existed since ancient times. This was Liu Mang's first judgment, because the rocks here are tens of thousands of years old and have not been touched.
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The ominous aura came from deeper inside the cave. The most chilling thing was that Liu Mang sensed a large number of living bodies there.

"There are people there, and there are quite a lot of them!" Liu Mang was shocked. He thought that there were no more living people in the phantom forest, but it turned out that they all came here.

The further he went down, the more this aura frightened Liu Mang. It was a strange aura of life and death, coming from all directions, and everyone had this aura.

In front of him was a magnificent underground palace. It was unknown how many thousands of years ago it was built here. It was extremely gorgeous. Liu Mang brushed the reliefs above with his palms, as if he could see everything that happened millions of years ago. There were many monks

They all came here.

He pushed the door open and entered, and there was a huge space inside. Countless monks gathered here, their expressions were extremely tired, and they didn't even raise their heads to look at him. Just hearing the footsteps, the despair deepened.

The palace door behind him was automatically closed. Liu Mang approached the crowd and was shocked to find that there were more than 4,000 monks here, and each of them had reached the saint level, because if he had not reached the saint level, he would have been killed long ago.

He died on the way here, but no matter what, there shouldn't be so many monks staying in this huge space together.

"Hello, where is this place?"

Liu Mang asked dozens of people the same question, and finally got the answer from an old man named Sun Yalong. His voice was already trembling: "I...I have been here for more than five hundred years...

Maybe six hundred years ago, many people here came in one after another after that."

"No one has been out?"

Liu Mang was surprised. Even if no one went out, wouldn't he get old, sick, and die after so many years? A monk's lifespan shouldn't be that long.

Sun Yalong pointed to the relief on a wall and said: "This is the fire god totem. There are eight of them in total. Each one has king-level power and can easily burn any monk. No matter how strong the monk is, he will be burned in the flames."

Die."

Liu Mang looked at the tall wall, which seemed to be made entirely of gold and was covered with ancient reliefs. In the central area, there were two totems of the God of Fire standing, and the energy contained in them was terrifying.

"Since the monks will be burned to death, why are there so many monks here?" Liu Mang asked in confusion.

Sun Yalong smiled bitterly: "Although he can die, he can also be resurrected! And the pain he endures here is dozens of times that of the outside world. I have been here for five hundred years, but there were already people here tens of thousands of years before I came.

Most of the taciturn people you see are already crazy!"

Liu Mang looked in all directions and saw some people huddled in a corner, biting their own hands and feet, seemingly no longer feeling pain, while some people were running back and forth, fighting life and death with the monks they encountered, and they would eventually die.

One party dies.

What shocked Liu Mang the most was that the monk who had just died would immediately revive on the spot, just like before he was injured, he was indeed immortal.

A high-grade earth sage, waving his bloody fist, rushed towards Liu Mang without any defense at all. He exposed his flaws in front of Liu Mang, like a soldier who went forward indomitably, but in the end nothing happened.

If there was any suspense, Liu Mang took out the Dragon God Sword and penetrated his head directly.

The Earth Saint slowly fell to the ground, blood splashing on the ground. There was no doubt that he was hopeless.

"Sure enough, he will still die. I didn't want to kill him." Liu Mang wanted to test whether the people here really won't die. It seems that Sun Yalong just deceived him!

But the next moment, the most shocking thing happened to him. The local saint stood up calmly, with no wounds on his head. He looked at Liu Mang and smiled at him solemnly.

Liu Mang was so frightened that he backed away, thinking that he had encountered a ghost, but was gently supported by Sun Yalong: "Just get used to it, you will not grow old or die here, you can only bear this despair forever!"

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Among the people sensed by the art of six senses, the eldest ones are already tens of thousands of years old, but Liu Mang can see that they were only a few dozen years old when they entered this place. After so many years, they have repeated the same

These people have lost their characteristics as living people and are just living in a vague state of consciousness.

But it is not a complete collapse here. Some monks have united and established some special organizations, similar to outside sects, called Zoroastrianism. They worship the totem every day and will not meet anyone who does not agree with their wishes.

, will use every possible means to torture them, and the methods will be extremely cruel.

"The Zoroastrian Cult is the most pathological organization!" Sun Yalong's voice was trembling.

Soon, these Zoroastrian believers noticed Liu Mang, the newcomer, and surrounded him one after another, promoting Zoroastrianism to Liu Mang: "Every day, the God of Fire comes, takes away our souls, cleanses them, and returns them, making us the best."

A devout believer."

When Liu Mang heard this weird statement, he was naturally unwilling to agree. However, the Zoroastrian Cult did not seek common ground while shelving differences, but eliminated dissidents and elevated Liu Mang high. Among them were four top-grade ice saints.

Liu Mang sneered and used Flame Dragon Kill, sending two of them flying high into the air. The others were also knocked back, "If this totem is your god, then I will be your father."

An ice saint is not afraid of death, without any defense, and stabs Liu Mang with only one sword. His strength has already broken through the middle level, and he has just reached the top level, but only he knows how he is suffering here.

What a long time.

Liu Mang slashed with his sword without hesitation, splitting the Ice Saint's body into two and killing him on the spot. But soon, the Ice Saint came back to life and rushed towards Liu Mang fearlessly as before.

An evil ghost. Liu Mang frowned and killed it again and again. In the end, the Ice Saint would be resurrected again and again. He glared at Liu Mang ferociously: "Come on! No one can die.

What do I have to be afraid of?"

Liu Mang ignored them and avoided them. He walked from the edge of the palace, from the east to the west, and then from the north to the south. This place was as open as a small city, more than enough to accommodate more than 4,000 people, but it only had the same

The scenery - the magnificent palace, and eight identical statues of the God of Fire.

"This place is completely closed, there is no way to leave, and these people have just stayed there for ten thousand years, unable to think of any solution?"
Chapter completed!