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"Senior brother Lu Ming, there's another dried corpse here!"

As Lu Ming and the rest continued to enter deeper, they encountered more and more dried corpses.

The vestment they were wearing had all been stripped off by Lu Ming and his group, and their harvest could be said to be plentiful.

However, they'd discovered an important phenomenon along the way.

That was, every single one of the mummified corpses they encountered were almost exactly the same.

Their faces when they died were all distorted, as if they were enduring a great deal of pain as they died. The sight of it caused everyone to break out in a cold sweat.

"Senior Brother Lu Ming, you said that all of the cultivators in this ancient city died in the same manner.

One of the younger Dan Sect disciples said to Lu Ming in a probing tone after she saw the miserable state of the many corpses.

When everyone heard his words, they looked at each other in dismay.

Actually, they had already thought of this earlier. It was just that they didn't say it out loud.

Legend has it that curses came from hell. It was a very strange spell.

It can cause a person to die from invisibility, or suffer endless pain.

The ancient city in front of them was so grand and magnificent, and the things they had on their bodies were also very rich. However, why was it that when all of the Cultivators died, they died the same way?

Therefore, they all thought of the legendary curse.

Hearing his words, Lu Ming frowned slightly, but right after, his face sank again.

"Don't make wild guesses. Take off this vestment, we will continue forward!"

Lu Ming shouted at them.

Facing so many good things and giving them up just like that, he was naturally unwilling.

Besides, the curse was something out of the legends. No one had ever seen it before, so no one knew whether it existed or not.

The people who died in this city might have died in a strange way, but it was hard to say if it was due to other reasons!

It had been so many years, and the plants were already growing so well, so there shouldn't be any more dangers.

After being yelled at like that, everyone in Dan Sect looked at each other in dismay.

Lu Ming did not care about them anymore, and walked over to a building that was still glowing with the light of the formation.

Upon seeing his actions, everyone hurriedly followed him.

What curse, in their eyes, was only a conjecture. How could there be a principle of not taking the treasure right before their eyes?

Even after so many years, there were still ripples from formations in this building. There had to be something good inside.

All of a sudden, the danger was thrown to the back of their minds.

The group of people then rushed towards the relatively intact building.

It was a gray clock tower, constructed from some unknown material and several dozen feet tall.

Taking a closer look, apart from the fact that the surface of the clock tower was slightly eroded by time, no other damage could be seen on it.

As for the surface of the clock tower, there were still waves of faint golden light.

From a glance, one could tell that this was the glow of a defensive formation.

The people of Dan Sect did not care, upon seeing that the bell tower's door was open, they walked in without hesitation.

However, they had never expected that the moment they touched the door of the clock tower, something unexpected would happen without any warning.

The leading Dan Sect disciple practically transformed into a ball of blood fog without any warning, followed closely by the Dan Sect disciple who sucked in a breath of cold air, and subconsciously stopped in her tracks.

However, the Dan Sect disciples behind him were already extremely anxious, upon seeing him stop, they gently pulled him back.

As a result, the terrifying feeling of being torn apart and suffering caused him to scream miserably. In just a moment, he had turned into a set of blood fog.