The dungeon is extremely small, but it is only a square foot, and the surrounding dark stone walls are carved with various sword-shaped runes, and the runes exude a series of sharp sword intent, enveloping the already small space tightly, and there is a black shadow curled up in the corner motionless. This person was Ye Kai, who was rescued by Liangchen and rushed back to the sect to report the news.

On that day, he parted ways with Liangchen, and rushed back to the sect to report the news after a lot of hardships, but he was directly arrested and thrown into the sword prison without thinking.

What made him even more puzzled was that no one came to visit, as if he had forgotten it.

He didn't know what was going on.

This situation made him depressed.

What made him even more difficult to accept was that this dungeon was dark and dark, and there were forbidden formations on the walls and underground, so he couldn't do it if he wanted to cultivate for a living.

In this way, he has been lying like a waste for almost two years!

"What did I do wrong?

"Even if a mistake is made, someone should come and interrogate it. What the hell is going on in the mountains?"

"Master, where are you, even if the others don't care about my life or death, why don't you come and ask what happened in the sword fight?"

He whispered, roared, and the prison fell silent again.

Contrary to the silence in the sword prison, outside the mountain is the sound of the earth shaking and killing!

I saw that a huge golden wire sword curtain outside the Heavenly Sword Mountain was trembling violently, and thousands of ghosts and monsters outside the array screamed, and streams of black and white demonic qi continued to impact the sword array.

Overhead, there was a monstrous demonic flame, like a rolling tide, constantly hitting the light curtain.

The golden silk sword array, which was originally as hot as the sun, had turned pale yellow at this moment. was hit by the demon flame again, and suddenly broke a few more golden wires.

More than ten miles outside the mountain, there are four fortresses made of white bones, the fortress is about a dozen zhang in size, and eight long black claws stretch out around it and plunge straight into the ground, like a huge white bone spider.

The fortress is divided into several directions, southeast, northwest and northwest, and encloses Tianjian Mountain in the center. There is an endless stream of ghosts in the fortress, and there is a ghost general sitting or lying in the center, giving orders one after another.

And in the Heavenly Sword Mountain, the disciples of the Eastern Sword Sect with their brows on their brows and pale faces looked at the precarious mountain protection array around them, like ants on a hot pot, and they were a little at a loss.

A middle-aged man in a dark robe on the Heavenly Sword Platform was bowing his head and thinking, and a young man in blue was standing with his hands tied to him.

The man in Xuanyi embroidered a few cloud patterns on his body, tied a dragon-patterned ribbon around his waist, and inserted a flying crane on his head obliquely, his face was like cold frost, and his eyes were like a deep pool. This person is the Xuankun Sect Master, the sword master of Heavenly Sword Mountain.

At this moment, he frowned, looking at the pool of clear water on the stone platform in front of him, pinching his fingers with one hand and not knowing what he was calculating.

After a few breaths, he let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

"Master, can you find the master?" The young man on the side saw that he had not spoken for a long time, and asked.

"I can't feel it!" Sect Master Xuankun shook his head. Listen to the school bag

"Alas~ What can I do about this? The big array is about to break... The young man looked at the ghost creature with fangs that could almost be seen outside, and said worriedly.

"The master has not returned yet, there must have been an accident! But the spiritual fire of the sword platform has not been extinguished, and I want to have no worries about my life. I just don't know where the master is!" Sect Master Xuankun looked at the black mist above his head like a dark cloud, as if pressing on his heart, making him a little breathless.

"Shizun, his old man must be fine, he must be trapped! But is there anyone in this world who can trap Shizun?" said the young man.

"The monsters of Guitouling are the most cautious, and if they dare to come out this time, they must be completely sure. Sect Master Xuankun said.

"But these monsters are so rampant, but they are surrounded but not broken, I don't know what kind of calculation is played!" the young man continued.

Since the Hidden Dragon Sword Saint never returned, Tianjian Mountain was surrounded by the demons of Ghost Head Ridge.

Originally, the sword formation should have been unable to support it for a long time, but these ghosts were not in a hurry to break the formation, as if they were waiting for something.

This situation made the disciples in the mountains even more panicked, but they were helpless.

Seeing the big array weakening day by day, everyone also thought about rushing out together, but the other party has a big-headed ghost king in charge, and there are four ghost generals under him, and it is no less than sending him to death.

But even if the enemy didn't storm on, this sword formation wouldn't last long!

Sect Master Xuankun pondered, his face even more ugly.

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Half a month later.

A black light.

Shoot from afar and throw yourself into one of the skeleton fortresses.

"See the Ghost King!" a blue-faced fanged ghost who had been reclining on the chair hurriedly got up, and then leaned down to salute.

"What's going on here?" The black light dissipated, revealing a big-headed monster, who was the big-headed ghost king.

"Enlighten the Ghost King, everything is according to the original plan, and there is no deviation. The blue-faced ghost general replied, "I wonder if the king's trip went well?"

"Hmph~ These so-called famous and decent families are so cunning! I almost left this king in Wanren Mountain!" When the big-headed ghost king heard this, he immediately became angry.

"What happened to the King?" asked the Blue-Faced Ghost General.

"The Sword Sect seized Wanren Mountain, and if it wants to break off relations with us, it not only wants to kill the thousand-faced brother, but also arranges for the old man in the sky to ambush me!

This place should not be stayed for a long time! There is no need to delay it any longer!" the big-headed ghost king suddenly turned grim, and he ordered:

"The king of this book ordered, break the formation tomorrow and kill the people of the Heavenly Sword Mountain!"