Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1197
After the waterfall, there is a cave, and an iron gate is blocked inside. The two monsters who came late said a few good words to the guard behind the gate, and then they were allowed to go through.

"Is your lord here today?" The monster who had won a lot of money glanced cautiously to one side and asked in a low voice.

The guard pinched the pouch stuffed into his hand, secretly satisfied, and kindly reminded him a few words.

"There is an auction going on today, and there are a lot of outsiders here. My lord said that the guards of the dungeon should be more careful at this time, and don't relax. You two should go in quickly, and be careful not to be spotted by your lord before you come here at this time!"

The two monsters didn't dare to delay any longer, they trotted all the way, and rushed to their shifts to take over shifts with their colleagues, then immediately went to the prison for routine inspections.

The deep passage leads all the way to the ground, and the walls on the left and right sides have been hollowed out to form cells. The inside is pitch black, and no one can be seen. Only the torches inserted on the corridor wall are flickering faintly.

After patrolling to the end of the dungeon, the monster took out a token and pressed it into the groove on the wall. With a click, the wall cracked, revealing the downward stone steps.

This deepest dungeon is like a deep pit, the inside is cold and damp, the air is turbid, and the smell of mold permeates every corner.

In the darkness, unkempt people were sitting or lying in the rotten haystacks. They were men and women, old and young, but they all looked numb and silent, like ghosts without breathing.

The monster walked outside the prison door, knocked a few times, and roared loudly: "Are you all dead? Stand up if you are not dead, and count!"

"You are using our language." The companion reminded: "These people can't understand."

He muttered a word of trouble, and said it again in a not-so-fluent common language: "Hurry up! You're whimpering, do you want to be beaten again!"

There was a chattering sound in the cell, the two monsters quickly finished counting, and then looked at the next cell, before leaving, he smiled maliciously and said: "You don't have to be so sad all day long, anyway, you will be released tomorrow So, enjoy the last few hours, hahaha!"

The two monsters turned and left, discussing as they walked: "Unfortunately, we will be on duty tomorrow, so we will miss that session."

"That's right. Tomorrow, I'm going to drive these people into the hunting ground. It should be the biggest event of the year. It will definitely be very exciting. It's a pity!"

"Hey, did you see that there are quite a few girls in there, all of whom are pretty, with thin skin and tender flesh, and they are cheaper than those who go to the cemetery..."

The sound of kicking footsteps disappeared, and with a bang, the cell door above his head closed again, and the cell returned to dead silence.

After a while, a low sob sounded from the corner.

"Cry, cry, cry!" A violent voice shouted: "I know how to cry all day long, what's the use of crying, it's so annoying!"

The cry was even louder, and the tearful female cultivator choked up and said, "What's wrong with me crying? Didn't you hear what the monster said? We're all going to die tomorrow. If we don't cry now, we won't have the chance to cry in the future."

Her weeping soon spread to other people, and several people cried bitterly, desperate for the unpredictable fate that was coming.

"Senior Song didn't come back after he was taken away a few days ago! Those who were taken out, one after another, never came back! They are all dead, they are all dead, we are going to die too..."

"Where is this place? Those demons are too scary. I want to go home..."

Suddenly, someone yelled and rushed towards the prison door, but the moment he touched the door, layers of twisted blood streaks floated on the door, and a bloody light was drawn towards the person like a whip, pulling He fell convulsively, howling.

"Don't bother, I've tried so many times, I can't escape." In the corner, a gray-haired old man said: "Life and death are fate, and fate is like this. I am a cultivator who has practiced for many years. The situation in front of me is useless, it is better to accept it peacefully."

The old man closed his eyes and looked calm, as if he was completely unaffected by his surroundings.

"Sounds good! Anyway, you don't have much time to live, so naturally you are not afraid of death, but we still have a lot of life to live, and we still want to live!"

The old man sighed softly and stopped talking.

"Senior Shuiqing, Senior Shuiqing!" Someone shouted to the next door: "You should think of a way, please, you are a monk of the empty rank, you must have a way, right!"

However, the cell next door was silent and there was no response.

As the old man said, no matter how unwilling they were, they couldn't even escape from this small cell.

After crying in despair, only ashes were left, and the room soon returned to dead silence.

The night outside was gradually passing away, and the sky was about to emerge, but this prison cell buried deep in the ground could not see a ray of light, not even a little life.

The cell door above the head opened again, and the sound of footsteps gradually approached, but the people in the cell just curled up tighter, and no one was even interested in raising their heads.

The footsteps stopped in front of the cell door, and a cold voice asked, "Is anyone there?"

The old man opened his eyes and saw a pale-faced Yin Shamo standing at the door, he closed his eyes again, and replied: "If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you, why ask if there is anyone there."

Unexpectedly, the Yin Shamo said: "I am Taoist Qinglin of Moyunya, I am here to rescue you and wait for you to get out."

The room was silent.

"Doesn't anyone want to go out?" Yin Shamo asked again.

"Think!" A scream broke the silence, and a female cultivator scrambled to the door of the cell: "We want to get out! Please, save us!"

Everyone stared at the devil in disbelief as if in a dream, but they couldn't show any joy.

The old man who put life and death aside suddenly stood up at this moment, and rushed to the cell door very quickly, looking suspiciously at the iron order in the opponent's hand: "You said you are... Taoist Qinglin What is Moyunya, my old man, I seem to have never heard of it."

Liu Qinghuan asked in surprise: "Don't you guys know where you are?"

"Yes, those of us were arrested from various interfaces. From the day we were arrested, we were kept in a dark place, and we were brought to this dark cell a few months ago. So I don’t know anything about the outside world.”

"Well, was it brought in by some kind of spatial magic weapon?" Liu Qinghuan quickly thought of a possibility, and the only way to bring so many people through Moyunya and smoothly enter the boundless sea of ​​magic.

He took a look at the calm old man, and his spiritual cultivation was not low.After thinking about it, he took out another jade token.

"You have heard about Qingming Jiutian Yunxiao. I am a member of Sangushan Banshan Academy. At this moment, I am acting like a demon in order to hide my true identity."

While talking, Liu Qinghuan had reached out to the cell door, but there was a burst of exclamation.

"Senior, be careful!" The old man hurriedly said, "There are restrictions on this door, if you touch it, your blood will be sucked out, and you will be whipped!"

Liu Qing laughed happily, and in her hand was a key with the same blood-colored pattern, and inserted it into the keyhole, and only heard a click, and the prison door opened in response.

"When I was cleaning up the monsters outside, I also brought the keys from them."

Unexpectedly, the prison door blocking them was opened so easily. The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he said ecstatically, "Have you killed all those monsters outside?"

"Yes." Liu Qinghuan said: "How can you get in without killing. But now is not the time to talk, you should come out first."

Only then did everyone wake up like a dream, and crowded towards the prison door one after another.

"He really came to save us!"

"Great, I'm saved, woo woo woo!"

When all the people left the cell, the old man hurriedly said again: "Senior Qinglin, there is still a senior Shui Qing imprisoned in the cell next door."

Liu Qinghuan has already stood in front of that cell: this door is not as easy to open as the door next to it, the whole is like a piece of iron, with only a small window to look in.

He couldn't find the key to open the door, so it seemed that he had to force it open.

He took out the Miexu sword, and a clear halo flowed from the sword, as if it had been inserted into the door panel without any force.

Everyone exclaimed, several ghost heads suddenly appeared on the door, their faces were distorted and ferocious, and they rushed out fiercely!

But Liu Qinghuan's sleeves were raised slightly, and a blue light shone out, and those ghost heads seemed to fall into the sea of ​​rolling clouds, the black air on their faces was quickly washed away, and they all screamed and disappeared.

Liu Qinghuan's men didn't stop, Miexu sword flashed slightly, and had already cut off a large piece of the door panel.

Everyone was stunned, and only then did they realize that the person who came to rescue them must have a very high level of cultivation. Otherwise, why would senior Shui Qing, who is empty, have nothing to do with this door, but he removed it as easily as cutting tofu? up!

Liu Qinghuan walked in, and couldn't help but frowned when she saw the situation inside the door: a nun with disheveled hair was hanging her head, and two thin chains passed through her lute bones, half-hanging her in the air.

There was so much commotion outside, but the female cultivator was unconscious and completely unaware, obviously seriously injured.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out her hand and sprayed a handful of green energy on her face.

After a while, the female cultivator finally woke up slowly, and immediately realized that there was someone in front of her. She shrank back suddenly, making a defensive posture, but pulled the chain, and couldn't help but groaned in pain!
Even so, the nun still shouted sharply: "Who are you!"

A face as bright as frost appeared in front of Liu Qinghuan, he was startled for a moment, and then he was taken aback!
This person is none other than his fellow Wenshi sect, and even Bai Ningshuang, who joined him in the same school back then!

(End of this chapter)