Transformed into a beautiful silver-haired girl and imprisoned for hundreds of years at the beginnin

"Master, try your best to hold back these thieves later, and you can take the opportunity to escape." Su Nan said with a serious expression while sweating coldly.

Su Ziqiu couldn't bear it and didn't quite agree with Su Nan's idea.

But the members of the Tiger Gang had surrounded the dragon-patterned jade pillar array so tightly that they had no room to escape at all.

In desperation, Su Ziqiu took out a secondary array disk from his arms, and after injecting vitality, a blue light shield appeared around the dragon-patterned white jade pillar array platform in less than a breath, temporarily blocking the Tiger Gang's advance.

But they can't get out either.

Hu Xiaoyun stood up, stared at the secondary defense formation and sneered: "Come here, break this turtle shell for me and catch those two people!"

"Yes, second in charge."

The defensive formation trembled under the successive bombardments by members of the Tiger Gang.

Su Ziqiu and Su Nan both knew that this formation could not last long, so they looked panicked, sweating on their cheeks, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Wow!

The two people's back feet touched the chain of the dragon-marked Xumi Pillar, making a crisp sound.

Su Ziqiu suddenly turned around, and then he realized that there was a person trapped in chains on the small high platform behind him.

It's just that the man is old and unkempt, like a mummy about to enter the yellow dust. His messy white hair is spread in front of his head like a ghost, covering his entire face.

Because the body was so old and shriveled, neither Su Ziqiu nor Su Nan could determine its gender.

"Master, there is actually a dead person here!" Su Nan said in surprise.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the mummy suddenly made a hoarse and unpleasant sound.

"Who did you say died!"

Xuan Jingchen's sudden words startled the two of them.

"Young... Young Master, this man is still alive!"

Su Nan pointed at Xuan Jingchen, who was trapped in chains, and said with a trembling voice.

Such a strange scene also shocked Su Ziqiu. At the same time, he also noticed the words engraved on the four dragon-patterned Xumi pillars around him: "The Demon Lord of Heaven, Xuan Jingchen!"

Although Su Ziqiu had never heard of the Heavenly Demon Lord, he could realize that the mummy-like old man in front of him was most likely a big demon imprisoned by an upright monk.

Before he could think too much, cracks appeared in the defensive formation behind him, and it would not be long before the Tiger Gang forcefully broke through.

Xuan Jingchen saw the situation of these two people at a glance, raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, and said seductively: "Boy, as long as you help me unlock the seal of the Dragon Mark Sumeru Lock, I will definitely help you deal with these ants! "

"This……"

"Master, don't be tempted by this devil. Maybe after you let this man go, we will probably be the first to be killed!" Su Nan reminded from the side.

Because the Demon Lord written on the dragon-marked Xumi pillar made him very uneasy and did not quite believe in Xuan Jingchen.

But Xuan Jingchen didn't explain too much, just smiled calmly.

"You have no choice, right?"

Su Ziqiu also understood that once the formation was broken, the two of them would still die. Rather than die at the hands of thieves like the Tiger Gang, it was better to take a gamble on this old man.

"Senior, please tell me how to remove the seal."

"It's very simple. All it takes is a drop of your blood to fall on the dragon pattern Xumi pillar, and I can regain my freedom."

Knowing that the person in front of him might have ulterior motives, Su Ziqiu understood that he had no choice now, so he quickly cut his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood and dropped it on the dragon pattern Xumi pillar.

The next second, the dragon-patterned Sumeru Pillar altar trembled violently, and the four Sumeru pillars also bloomed with divine power, and countless silk-like golden lights spread to Su Ziqiu's body.

"This is the recognition of the owner of the spiritual weapon!"

Su Ziqiu suddenly woke up, but it was too late. The dragon-marked Xumi Pillar was a magical weapon from the heavens. How could he, a small earthly person, control it?

Vitality poured into Su Ziqiu's body like a vast ocean, almost bursting him alive.

"It's now!"

Xuan Jingchen, who had been waiting for an opportunity, had a glint in his eyes.

At the moment when the dragon-marked Xumi Pillar was about to reach a spiritual connection with Su Ziqiu, Xuan Jingchen's powerful spiritual power instantly destroyed the spiritual patterns constructed by the dragon-marked Xumi Pillar, terminating the master recognition ceremony.

The dragon-marked Xumi pillars briefly lost their spiritual power and were unable to hold Xuan Jingchen. She took the opportunity to burst out with astonishing power and forcefully shattered the chains on her body, causing the four dragon-marked Xumi pillars to collapse.

The powerful energy impact directly shattered Su Ziqiu's secondary defense formation. A strong wind whipped up throughout the ethereal wilderness valley, and the rumbling sound shook the mountains and rivers.

"what happened?!"

The members of the Tiger Gang were panicked by the sudden collapse of the altar.

Seeing that his younger brother was in disarray, Hu Xiaoyun spat disdainfully and yelled, "What are you still doing? The formation is broken, why don't you go up and catch that boy from the Su family!"

"Yes, the second boss!"

The members of the Tiger Gang reacted quickly, picked up their weapons, and headed towards the dusty ruins of the altar with ferocious faces.

Before they could get close, a shriveled corpse was revealed in the smoke, with disheveled silver-white hair covering its face, but everyone could still feel the terrifying murderous intent coming from it.

Like a ghost, Xuan Jingchen tilted his head toward several members of the Tiger Gang, revealing a hideous smile that made everyone's hair stand on end.

Goosebumps suddenly appeared all over the members of the Tiger Gang. In just a blink of an eye, Xuan Jingchen's figure appeared behind them.

All the members of the Tiger Gang did not even say a word. Their bodies were chopped into countless neat pieces of meat in an instant like a sharp knife cutting a carrot, floating in the air.

The sky suddenly spilled a large amount of bright red blood, dyeing the grass and mud red.

Bang bang bang...!

The next second, all the corpses fell to the ground, piled up into a bloody and disgusting mountain of corpses.

Seeing such a shocking scene, Su Ziqiu and Sunan's eyes were dull and their whole bodies were shaking. Su Ziqiu in particular regretted that he had unleashed such a cruel and terrifying demon.

At this moment, Su Ziqiu and Su Nan looked at Xuan Jingchen as if they were facing a hellish beast from the abyss, with fear and uneasiness.

"You...who are you!"

Hu Xiaoyun, the only surviving member of the Tiger Gang, was so frightened that his teeth chattered and he was speechless. Even his mount, the second-level monster Cang Yan Fierce Tiger, was so frightened that his limbs trembled.

However, what responded to him was Xuan Jingchen clenching his fist into the void directly in front of him. The terrifying power distorted the surrounding space. Hu Xiaoyun and his mount were crushed together, and its bursting plasma was like a plump tomato being crushed to pulp. Again, the scene was extremely bloody.

Su Ziqiu and Su Nan both stopped in place with dull eyes.

It wasn't that they didn't want to move, but that after seeing the old man's terrifying methods, they were too frightened to move easily for fear of offending the white-haired old man.

Xuan Jingchen's mood at this moment can be said to be extremely smooth, and the feeling of regaining freedom makes him wonderful.

Then his purple eyes glanced at Su Ziqiu and the two, making their hearts skip a beat.

The two of them hurriedly staggered and fell to their knees in front of Xuan Jingchen with a plop.

"Senior...Senior, how should we call you..."

Su Ziqiu had beads of sweat on his forehead, and he felt awkward speaking.

Su Ziqiu just walked past the two of them and sat on the pile of corpses in an arrogant posture.

The strange and bloody feeling made the two of them get goosebumps, and then they heard Xuan Jingchen's hoarse and low voice.

"My name is Xuan Jingchen, please all stand up. I have lived for more than seven hundred years, and what I hate the most is your red tape and etiquette!"

More than seven hundred years!

Su Ziqiu and Su Nan were extremely shocked when they heard this key information.

What kind of old monster did they unleash?

You must know that in the Yuanling world where they are located, the life span of monks who have reached the highest level of cultivation is only five hundred years at most.

And the white-haired old man in front of him has lived for more than seven hundred years, which is really unimaginable.