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Passing through the light curtain of the awareness formation.

Song Siming walked down the dim stairs and kept turning corners.

After walking for a long time, we arrived at the first floor of the Demon Locking Tower.

Before he could take a closer look, a stench strong enough to knock people out hit his nostrils.

Song Siming covered his mouth and nose like a reflex.

But it still couldn't stop the smell from reaching his forehead.

It made his head ache.

At the same time, the piercing screams and angry roars reached straight to the soul through both ears.

Song Siming had to use spiritual power to protect himself and reduce its impact.

"What are you here for?"

At this time, there was a man wearing the uniform of an inner disciple who had reached the level of elixir formation.

He walked over holding the long sword, looked at Song Siming and asked.

Song Siming saw that the blade of the sword was covered in blood, and he must have performed a sword trick just now.

When Song Siming revealed his intention, the man immediately showed a playful expression.

This new disciple's reaction in the Demon Locking Tower was the most amusing.

There are many embarrassing scenes among them.

For example, an elder from the inner sect was so frightened that he fainted in the Demon Locking Tower when he first entered.

This incident has also become a dark historical joke among Qinglian disciples.

He asked Song Siming to register his identity on the visiting jade slip.

Then he asked a foundation building disciple to lead Song Siming around on the first floor.

According to regulations, Song Siming had to stay on each floor for an hour.

Following the disciple, Song Siming raised his eyes and looked at the scene around him.

In front of him were nearly a thousand cells, in which numerous evil spirits were imprisoned.

The cell was several feet high and wide, and was made of iron stone, but it was not ordinary iron stone.

It is an evil-suppressing stone that can resist demons.

If a monster or demon touches this kind of stone, the touch will feel like burning pain.

In addition, every cell door has a demon-suppressing talisman attached to it.

It will be shaken open at the slightest touch.

At the same time, there are many magic circles in the cell.

Such as the Thunder Fire Formation and the Wanjun Formation.

As long as the disciples outside the prison activate the magic circle, the demons in the prison will be able to enjoy the pain of burning their bodies, or the weight of falling ten thousand kilograms.

"Roar!"

Song Siming was looking at a strong black bear demon in the prison and met his eyes.

The black bear demon's eyes were about to burst, and his whole body was trembling wildly.

Standing upright with both legs, he stepped forward, opened his bloody mouth and roared at Song Siming.

Feeling the almost nauseating tone of the black bear spirit, Song Siming covered his mouth and nose in disgust and backed away.

"Junior brother, here is the ventilation pill. Take it and take it.

There is no ventilation here all year round, and a lot of evil spirits have accumulated.

You said, if these guys insist on doing this, don’t you feel uncomfortable smelling it? "

The outer disciple who was leading Song Siming took out a ventilation pill and gave it to Song Siming.

It can temporarily suppress the odor of this layer.

Seeing that Song Siming took it politely, the disciple nodded with satisfaction.

Then he looked at the dead man and looked at the black bear demon who kept hitting the cell.

"It's only been two days since I came here, and you don't remember it for a long time?

That's right, a beast is a beast, I forgot that you can't understand human language.

This is not okay. If you don’t listen to what you say, then won’t my words be in vain? "

The outer sect disciple stepped forward, looked into the eyes of the black bear demon whose flesh and blood were bruised by the impact, and shook his head with great regret.

Immediately afterwards, Song Siming saw him using his spiritual power to disperse the demon-suppressing talisman on the cell door.

When the black bear demon in the cell saw this, a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

The next moment he roared hysterically, trying like crazy to reach out and grab the outer disciple and devour him alive.

But before the black bear demon could shout a few more times, the magic circle in the cell began to operate.

A ball of mysterious ink began to appear from the magic circle, slowly forcing the black bear demon to retreat into a corner.

At this time, the black bear demon was like a helpless child, waving its hands feebly.

However, it was all in vain for a while.

The water mass swallowed his entire body and suspended him.

Although the black bear demon struggled desperately in it, it couldn't get out.

At the same time, the black water poured into the black bear demon's seven orifices crazily.

Immediately enlarge the belly of the black bear.

Filled with juice.

The black bear demon's originally scarlet eyes quickly turned white.

His body twitched slightly.

But he was about to die.

"You must remember what I say next time.

Understand?

You damn beast! "

As soon as the outer disciple collected his spiritual power, the water mass dispersed instantly.

He slammed the black bear demon in mid-air to the ground with a muffled sound.

He spat at the black bear demon who was lying on the ground and had no strength to move anymore, with an expression of extreme disgust.

Then he smiled and said to Song Siming: "Junior brother, these monsters are just cheap bones.

If you are afraid, he will slap you! "

Looking at the big bulge on the ground, the black bear demon was only breathing.

Song Siming smiled and echoed a few words, but in his heart he thought of Junior Brother Black Bear on the mountain.

If one day, the junior brothers will suffer such torture.

Then...even if they betray the Qinglian Sword Sect, they still have to be rescued!

That disciple didn't know what Song Siming was thinking.

He waved his hand with a smile and continued to lead Song Siming to other cells on the first floor.

Song Siming learned from him that most of the demons suppressed at this level were only trained in Qi refining.

This is because the sect stipulates that Qinglian disciples must bring back a demon every year and bring it to the Demon Locking Tower to suppress it.

Give them a chance to mend their ways.

Therefore, generally, disciples who are practicing outside or taking on sect tasks will often bring back demons.

That's why this level is so lively.

At this time, the two people came to the platform full of blood and laughter, talking and laughing.

A large pool of blood came into Song Siming's sight.

There were two "reformed" little demons nearby, pouring flesh and blood into the blood pool.

Several demon corpses were lying on the platform.

Those little demons with iron ropes tied around their necks were holding bone chopping knives and deboning knives, carefully dismembering the corpses of their fellow humans.

"Senior brother, what are they?"

Song Siming never thought that he would see these hellish scenes here.

He suppressed the urge to gag and asked pretending to be curious.

“The essence and blood of these animals are needed for talismans, and their flesh and blood can also be used to make elixirs and magic weapons.

It can be said that it is full of treasures and is very popular in the community.

Our Sword Sect's business in the Xiaofang world is to deal in spiritual swords and the blood and bones of these monsters. "

Seeing that Song Siming was full of curiosity, the outer disciple explained patiently.

Almost every major sect is doing these things.

Some sell spiritual plants, some sell magic weapons, and some sell elixirs.

Running a sect is not easy.

Think about the dilemma that Xuan Shanmen had to make ends meet.

If he had the income from spiritual stones, Xu Qi would not have died.

"Thank you, senior brother. Today is really an eye-opener for junior brother."

After listening to this disciple's answer, Song Siming cupped his hands and smiled.

He has no sympathy for these monsters.

Except for a few innocent little demons who were captured and given annual sect tasks.

Most of them do a lot of evil in the mortal world.

Like the black bear demon just now, it was entrenched on a mountain.

They take pleasure in eating raw food from passers-by.

Some time ago, there was a lot of rumors about killing a passing caravan and killing dozens of people.

The handyman disciples in this world learned the news and immediately reported it.

The Qinglian Sword Sect immediately sent two disciples to arrest him and suppress him in the Demon Locking Tower.

Because he likes to drink the blood of living people, I give him here to drink as much as he wants!

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