The big brother everyone loves

Huang Fu Zhao paused slightly after saying this, and seemed to have some scruples, but he continued:

"Those special pills used for interrogation don't dare to use them on him, in case they make his mind collapse, it will be a big trouble.

After listening to Huangfu Zhao's words, Long Hanqing nodded in understanding:

"That's it... The Emperor Fu Prison is indeed very thoughtful, and he can't be too cautious about this matter, and now it seems that he can only wait for his father to leave the customs before making a decision.

"Take me to the Assassin now, and see him personally.

Huangfu Zhao nodded yes, led to the front, and walked towards the deepest part of the abyss with the eleventh prince.

In the abyss of the ninth underground layer, there is a huge fence every ten zhang or so, these fences are all blue-black, and the surface is shining with a strange green light, which should be some kind of special forbidden charm.

From time to time, there are gusts of wind blowing, and the sound of the wind is like a roar of a ghost, which makes people shudder.

The two walked for a long time, and finally crossed a dark corridor and came to a wide stone room.

Looking through the hole in the door of the stone chamber, the light in the room was gloomy and dim, and a bloodstained, ragged figure was firmly nailed to the black iron frame, and his hands and feet were locked, unable to move for half a minute.

"He's right there.

Huangfu Zhao pointed to the figure on the black iron frame and said.

"Lone knows, thank you for your hard work!" Long

Hanqing glanced at the person lightly, turned his head and thanked Huangfu Zhao.

"The responsibilities of the subordinate officials are not enough to worry about.

After instructing the jailer next to him to open the door of the stone chamber, Huangfu Zhao took Long Hanqing into it.

Unkempt and filthy hair obscured most of the prisoner's face, revealing only his chin and lips and the bridge of his nose, and he looked faint and almost unconscious due to the restraint of his cultivation, and looked as if he were dead if it weren't for the regular heaving of his chest.

Seeing Long Hanqing's brows furrowed slightly, Huangfu Zhao immediately explained:

"There is a special doctor who is recuperating for him, and there will definitely be no problems."

Long Hanqing snorted lightly and didn't say much.

"Southern Boundary Worms!" Luo

Yin, who was nailed to the torture rack, saw the two coming, suddenly struggled to raise his head, his eyes glared angrily, and said with a cruel smile:

"There is a kind of letting your grandfather and me come down, and this seat can pinch the heads of your two little cubs with one hand!"

Just as Huangfu Zhao was furious and was about to order someone to drag him down,

a

loud slap echoed in the cell.

Five obvious finger marks immediately appeared on Luo Yin's face, and a wisp of red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"You're looking for death!" Luo Yin stared at Long Hanqing and shouted angrily.

Long Hanqing glanced at him indifferently, and asked in a cold voice, "Do you want to live?" first tell Gu who sent you.

Hearing this, Luo Yin was stunned, and then laughed and said: "Junior, you are too tender! Do you think grandpa I will tell you? If you have a kind of you, you will kill this seat! Otherwise..."

"Bang!"

Another punch, Luo Yin's other cheek also swollen.

Long Hanqing snorted coldly, and turned around to leave without looking back.

Huangfu Zhao followed him out of the stone room, ordered the jailers to close the door, and then left a dozen jailers to guard outside, and left with Long Hanqing.

After a long time, Luo Yin, who was still dying just now, suddenly showed ecstasy, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and slowly spit out a red bone needle from his mouth.

Yin country, Dongjin Mountain.

Dongjin Mountain stretches for tens of thousands of miles, the products are abundant, there are often elixirs, ginseng, He Shou Wu and other rare treasures appear in the mountain, the legend is in the depths of Dongjin Mountain, there is a fairy cave.

Many woodcutters and hunters swore to others that they had witnessed an immortal master walking in the sky, shuttling above the mountains and forests, and when they flew to the mountainside, they suddenly disappeared, leaving them with only a mist and boundless scenery.

Because of this rumor, I don't know how many people in the world who seek immortals and ask questions are buried in this vast mountains.

Of course, there is no Xianren Cave Mansion, and there is indeed a large-scale scattered workshop city in Dongjin Mountain.

Every time the market opens, a large number of monks will rush here to trade all kinds of magic weapons, pills, talismans, exercises, and all kinds of rare beasts, natural treasures.

Today is the day of the opening of the market, and in the morning, it is the most lively time in the market, and from time to time there are monks driving all kinds of magic weapons and spirit beasts to fall at the entrance of the market.

Li Xi blended in the bustling crowd, and his current aura was only three layers of qi refining, which was not noticeable.

After walking around, he shook his head with some disappointment, although the scale of this Fang Market far exceeded that of Lingxu Peak Fang City, but the level of the things sold in it was too low, even the Great Spirit Qi Pill was a high-grade product in this Fang City, let alone Yun Yuan Dan.

The monks around him generally had a low level of cultivation, and after turning around, he had never even seen a Jindan real person, and some of the transactions were actually worldly gold, silver and jewelry, which made him a little dumbfounded.

No wonder there is not even a large defensive array here, but there is a simple blinding formation on the periphery to prevent mortals from entering by mistake.

After he left the sect, he rushed to the direction of Qin State non-stop, and when he passed through Dongjin Mountain, he found this market, and decided to come over to visit it out of curiosity, but he didn't think that this was the case.

"The scattered cultivators in this realm are also living too miserably..."

Li Xi thought secretly, and he already had a plan to leave in his heart.

At this moment, six figures in black robes descended in the market, and as soon as they stepped in, the market that was still lively and lively instantly became audible, and there was no sound.

The faces of these people are hidden within wide hoods, and if you look closely, you will see that they are all wearing a strange blood-colored mask.

Three black-robed monks walked ahead, while three other figures followed behind them.

Seeing

this familiar appearance, Li Xi's eyes flashed murder.

These three Yuan Ling Sect cultivators, the leader is in the middle stage of Jindan, and the other two are foundation building consummation, with such strength, there is no problem in killing all the scattered cultivators present except for Li Xi.

Seeing the frightened expressions of everyone, a cruel smile appeared under the mask of the Yuan Spirit Sect cultivator led by him, and after scanning the circle with his cold gaze

, he asked, "This real person is here just to ask a question, have any of you ever seen a little girl who is eleven or twelve years old and dressed in red?"

As his words fell, the entire Fang City fell into a dead silence again.

After a long time, I heard a blue-robed foundation building period cultivator trembling and replying,

"Return... If you go back to the real person, the little girl you mentioned has never appeared in the market..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a cold light on his neck, and he tried to open his eyes wide, but he could only see his boots, and then his consciousness fell into eternal darkness...

As the head of the person in charge of Fang City landed, the atmosphere at the scene was even more depressing.

"Ah~"

...

Several more screams came, and several scattered cultivators who tried to escape were instantly chased by the corpse puppets behind the three and torn to pieces.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, the Yuan Ling Sect monk led by him said to the other two in a calm voice:

"We are all here, although these loose cultivators are all poor ghosts, but there are many people, and there is still some oil and water." The

other two people understood and immediately shouted

, "Hand over all the storage bags on your bodies, or you die!"

In their eyes, the lives of these loose cultivators are no different from pigs and dogs, and life and death depend on their mood.

Of course, when did the Yuan Spirit Sect leave a living mouth?

After squeezing out all their belongings, the flesh and soul of these monks could not be wasted

After contemplating and observing for a while, and confirming that there were no other Yuan Spirit Sect cultivators around, Li Xi drew out the Yao Scale Sword with an expressionless face.

"All three of them are here, let's die here!".