After passing a long and narrow corridor, Wang Qiang's sight widened again. At this time, there was a deep underground palace under his feet. The light was very dark, and a cold feeling followed him.
"We should be very close to the Holy Thief's tomb chamber. The rumored spirit-summoning orb is stored in the Holy Thief's coffin. The dawn may be not far away!"
Zhang Shisan spoke excitedly, and his words also made the seriously injured Wu Yue and the silent Mu Yunsheng look happy.
There was only one person, Wang Qiang, who looked slightly thoughtful.
He couldn't help but say: "Everyone, if you were the legendary and all-powerful Thief Saint, would you want someone to disturb your sleep after your death?"
As soon as the words came out, everyone fell silent.
Mu Yunsheng said with some hesitation: "The majesty of beings like the Thieves Saint who suppress an entire world cannot be desecrated. If it were us, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to create our own scene so easily."
Mu Yunsheng's analysis was completely based on Wang Qiang's logic.
So at this point in the analysis, the situation is already very clear.
Inside the Tomb of the Thief Saint, there is definitely more than just a large array of iron puppets. There may be something waiting for you later.
"Brother Wang, do you mean that we will still encounter danger?" Wu Yue's voice was slightly trembling. He was the most seriously injured among the people present, so he was naturally the most scared. This is understandable.
Seeing this, Wang Qiang could only console himself: "I am afraid that moving forward is our only way out now. Turning back rashly is not a wise choice. Don't forget that there are blood demons waiting for us in the misty forest."
Wu Yue's words clearly meant leaving, but Wang Qiang did not agree with this view.
This is not because he is obsessed with money. In fact, Wang Qiang does not lack any treasure at all. He just wants to complete this road and confirm his suspicion.
In a sense, Wang Qiang believed that the appearance of the Blood Demon was absolutely inseparable from the robbery of the Holy Tomb.
Only by solving the mystery here can the Blood Demon be completely eliminated.
If you leave now, the situation may be even more dangerous.
As for Luo Yuchen, to be honest, Wang Qiang really didn't think he could leave the misty forest alive.
After a short exchange, everyone gradually became quiet, and in the quiet underground palace, only the sound of their own breathing echoed.
Not sure how long he had been gone, Wu Yue spoke again: "Do you think there are any other treasures in this tomb of the Holy Thief besides the Spirit Summoning Pearl? Are there any top-notch techniques?"
When Wu Yue said these words, Wang Qiang's brows furrowed slightly. Before he could reply, Mu Yunsheng, who had always been a man of few words, actually spoke.
"I think it should be the inheritance of the senior Thief Saint. Such a powerful person would naturally want someone to inherit his mantle before he died, so it is reasonable to leave the inheritance."
After saying that, Mu Yunsheng glanced at Zhang Shisan and asked, "What do you think?"
Zhang Shisan was stunned by this question, but he quickly replied: "I think what the Thief Saint should leave behind is wealth, countless wealth. Only in this way can he not lose his reputation as the Thief Saint!"
Listening to the increasingly pure thoughts of the three people around him, Wang Qiang vaguely felt that something was not good.
Just then, I started thinking about what treasures I could get. How could everything be so simple?
Moreover, Wang Qiang didn't know Wu Yue and Mu Yunsheng, but Zhang Shisan was not such a frivolous person, so why would he start having wild fantasies like the two of them?
Just when Wang Qiang was confused, a gust of fragrant wind came. For a moment, Wang Qiang felt a little dizzy, and the scene in front of him gradually became blurry.
The sudden change shocked Wang Qiang. He bit the tip of his tongue violently and used the severe pain to keep himself awake.
But Wang Qiang did it, but that doesn't mean others can do it. Wu Yue suddenly showed a look of stupidity on his face, and he rushed towards the wall of the underground palace next to him like crazy.
"The skills are all peerless skills. This trip is really worthwhile!"
Wang Qiang really watched Wu Yue hold a pile of stones at his feet in his arms as if they were treasures, and bluntly said that those stones were peerless skills.
It was obvious that he must have been possessed by some extremely clever illusion.
Wang Qiang wanted to step forward and wake Wu Yue up, but as soon as he approached, Wu Yue looked over with a fierce look on his face.
"What are you going to do? These skills belong to me. If you dare to get close, don't blame me for being ruthless!!"
It is hard to imagine that Wu Yue, who was always smiling and welcoming, would become so violent now. Wang Qiang was even 100% sure that if he took a step forward, he would be severely attacked by Wu Yue.
Turning his eyes to other places, Mu Yunsheng was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.
His forehead was already red and swollen, but this did not affect Mu Yunsheng's piety at all. Soon, his forehead was cut open, blood continued to flow, and eventually his entire face was covered in blood.
On the other side, Zhang Shisan was not in a good condition either. He was also seen holding a pile of stones and kept stuffing them into the storage bag.
Wang Qiang had already guessed that perhaps in Zhang Shisan's eyes, those stones were spiritual stones.
He suddenly remembered the very wrong idea started by Wu Yue. Wu Yue wanted the skills, Mu Yunsheng wanted to pass it on, and Zhang Shisan wanted wealth.
Perhaps illusions had begun to affect everyone a long time ago, but why didn't Wang Qiang have any influence at all?
Wang Qiang is still somewhat self-aware. He is not a saint. On the contrary, the desire in his heart may be stronger than that of many ordinary people. So why is this illusion that targets desire useless to him?
Maybe...it's because he doesn't like these things.
For Wang Qiang, who has a system, his understanding of treasures is no longer just at the level of imagination, and there are very few things that can impress him now.
Therefore, he was not affected by illusion, not because he had no desire, but because his desire was too strong and exceeded the scope of illusion.
After figuring this out, Wang Qiang's eyes began to wander to Mu Yunsheng, who was constantly kowtowing, hoping to obtain the inheritance of the Thieving Saint.
He was thinking, should he take advantage of this situation to almost kill Mu Yunsheng directly?
In this way, it can naturally be ensured that the dangers that Xie Daosheng encountered before will not be encountered in the future.
Thinking like this, the fierce light in Wang Qiang's eyes flashed away, the flying sword automatically appeared in the storage bag, and he approached Mu Yunsheng step by step.
At this moment, all it takes for Wang Qiang to have a thought is to make Mu Yunsheng's head fall to the ground, and he can perfectly blame the illusion in the underground palace. This may be the best choice.
But at this critical moment, Wang Qiang suddenly stopped.
I saw his eyes looking towards the dark nothingness deep in the underground palace, slowly shaking his head and saying: "This illusion is really powerful, it can even confuse me without knowing it, and I almost found your way!"