Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1896 The Bird in the Cage
Bai Qing's question made Ji Sang's face even gloomier. He held his outer robe tightly to cover the bloody hole on his chest.

If you look closely, you can see a flash of silver light at his wound, preventing it from healing.

"I was careless and almost capsized in the ditch. But don't worry, it won't cause any trouble."

Bai Qing became even more suspicious: "Forget it, you should continue to heal your wounds. There is still some time. At least plug the hole... I will go over there to condense the Filthy Immortal Crystal."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the iron cages piled in the corner all floated up and followed him inside.

I walked all the way to the end of the crack, turned a corner, and the iron cage was thrown casually on the ground again.

A few screams were heard and the person in the cage was thrown to the ground, but when he saw the situation outside the cage, he was immediately silent.

In the not very spacious open space, a hexagram array drawn with blood-red lines looked extremely complex and strange.

In the center of the magic circle, there was a large cauldron more than one person tall. Gray mist was lingering in the cauldron, and mutterings could be heard from time to time.

But if you listen carefully, the sound is gone, making people feel lost and dazed.

The strangest thing was that a man was hanging upside down above the cauldron with his eyes blank. There was a big cut on his neck, and blood was falling into the cauldron drop by drop, exactly the same.

"Tick! Tick!"

Every time a drop of blood fell, mist splashed up, like a devil's claw grabbing the man above, tearing off his soul piece by piece.

The people in the cage couldn't help but reveal expressions of fear, as if they heard the shrill screams from each other's souls.

Judging from the occasional trembling of the man's body, he was not dead yet, but was still enduring the extreme pain of being bled like a pig or sheep, and having his soul torn apart bit by bit.

Nujiang was panicked and looked around desperately, trying to find a way to survive.

After watching the big monster abandon them, he walked to the table in the corner and fiddled with something. He quickly moved to the edge of the cage and called out in a low voice: "Lan Li, Lan Li, are you still alive?"

Lan Li in the iron cage next to him turned his head towards him.

Nu Jiang was anxious and whispered: "Do you have any solution...?"

Lan Li knew what he wanted to ask and shook his head slightly.

Nujiang unconsciously grasped the cage bars: "Is there no way at all? You are the leader of the Phoenix Clan, don't you have any secret method to save your life?"

Lan Li was somewhat speechless: "If there was, I would have escaped long ago, why am I still here?"

He glanced at the big demon's back and closed his mouth.

Nu Jiang became even more panicked, and when he glanced at another cage, he shouted in a shrill voice, "Daoxuan, fellow Daoist!"

Daoxuan turned his head.

"Daoyou, do you have any solution?"

Daoxuan did not answer but asked, "Did you come in with Taoist friend Taiwei?"

Nu Jiang rolled his eyes and said, "You don't expect him to save us, do you? Impossible! That guy has escaped, how could he come back to die for us?"

Daoxuan looked at him and sensed a hint of hostility.

Nujiang asked around and felt a little overwhelmed.

The people who were captured here were all respected Mahayana monks in the outside world, but now they were huddled in small cages in a miserable state, like birds waiting to be slaughtered.

Is there no way for anyone to escape?

Nu Jiang was confused and heard Dao Xuan asking Lan Li: "What is the Dirty Immortal Crystal?"

Lan Li stared at the upside-down cultivator and said, "Judging from the name, it should be some kind of filthy magic weapon or immortal weapon."

"So he is refining this thing now? That person is your fellow Daoist Xu Huang from Jiuyou, right?" Lan Li sighed softly: "Yes, I didn't expect that he would be captured before us... The formation below seems to be some kind of ancient sacrificial formation that uses the blood and soul of cultivators as a sacrifice."

"Sacrifice..."

Nujiang became even more annoyed after hearing this: "It's already late, and you still have time to analyze these trivial things. You should think about how to avoid being hung upside down there!"

He shut his mouth angrily because the big monster walked back, looked over here, and then waved his hand.

"Pfft!"

When the hanging monk fell down, the cauldron immediately became lively, as if thousands of ghosts were fighting for food. The monk let out the last scream from his soul.

The hexagram formation on the ground suddenly emitted a red light, enveloping the cauldron.

Bai Qing threw some things in, then walked towards this side with a dagger in his hand.

Everyone in the cage suddenly became panicked and started to shrink back, but where could they shrink to?

Bai Qing stopped and enjoyed everyone's fear and despair for a while, especially when his finger pointed at an iron cage, the screams coming from inside really made him happy.

His gaze turned and fell on Nujiang, and Nujiang's face turned pale instantly.

"Hahahaha!"

Bai Qing laughed and walked to the cage where Daoxuan was.

He just stretched out his hand, but suddenly stopped, and his eyes changed slightly.

Everyone was puzzled, and then they heard a dull explosion coming from across the sword wall.

Bai Qing glanced outside, then looked deeply at Daoxuan, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand again——

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and the sword wall trembled.

"Ji Sang!" Bai Qing couldn't stand it anymore and walked out with big strides: "What happened?"

Outside, Ji Sang stood in front of the protective light curtain, holding his chest. Hearing this, he asked, "When you were placing those things earlier, were you discovered by those two bugs?"

Bai Qing pursed his lips tightly and looked out in front of the light curtain. He saw two big flaming flowers blooming on the dark seabed, burning stubbornly in the sea water.

He cursed under his breath and looked at Ji Sang next to him. His injuries didn't seem to be getting better, but at least his hair had grown back and wasn't so disgusting anymore.

After considering it for a while, he said in a deep voice: "We can't let those two bugs do whatever they want and affect our future plans. I'll go catch them, and I'll leave the matter of refining the Filthy Immortal Crystal to you!"

As he gave instructions, he opened the protective light curtain, and the sea water outside was blocked invisibly, like a wall.

Bai Qing thought for a moment before taking a step forward and said, "You should also be careful, there may be more bugs coming to harass you, you..."

Ji Sang nodded, and suddenly turned his eyes with some confusion, looking fixedly at a certain place.

Then, he slowly revealed a bloodthirsty smile: "Let them come, I'm waiting!"

Bai Qing frowned and said, "Okay, be careful." Then he stepped into the wall of sea water.

The thick protective light curtain fell again. Ji Sang covered his chest and walked slowly inside as if he was seriously injured and unable to walk.

Silence returned to the crack, so quiet that one could hear the sound of dripping water.

Instead, there were rustling sounds coming from the inner room, and the captured monks were whispering.

Ji Sang walked to the wooden table in the corner, as if looking for something. When he heard some movement behind him, he turned around suddenly and slapped out with his palm!
"I'm waiting for you, kid. Let's see how you can escape this time!"