In the dark passageway, the hustle and bustle of the outside world seemed to be blocked by the lake, and the cold chill penetrated through the neatly built stone walls, turning into a heavy and almost stagnant atmosphere, almost making it impossible to breathe.

The sound of footsteps sounded, and there was a faint sound of heavy objects rubbing against the stone wall of the ground as they were dragged, and Oto's sickle came out of the darkness and dragged Beichen Shu towards the depths.

A little light was far away, and the pace of the scythe was slow, but it soon reached the source of the light.

"Are you back?" Hook glanced at the young man he was dragging, and then looked away, "How did you bring him back?

Yi Yao smiled, "This person is not ordinary, it seems that he has a kind of innate Dharma body, wouldn't it be beautiful to bring him back to the Lord and dedicate him?"

"It's not certain whether you can get out successfully, and now it's still a burden. Bingyue told the truth.

Yi Yao's face turned dark, and he threw Beichen Shu to the corner, and his strength was so great that he could see that Beichen Shu couldn't get up at all.

His gaze swept over the crowded men and women in the secret room, and he snorted, "These are the people?"

"Alright, let's get started, faster. ”

The armor hook put the brush back into the storage bag of unknown material, and at her feet, it was an extremely strange formation with a grain prohibition, because the armor hook had never used ink, and the outlined formation seemed to be only a layer of shallow water, and it seemed that it would not be long before it would be dried by the wind, and there was no trace.

She reached out and grabbed a sturdy young man in the frightened crowd into her hand, and with a wave of her overhaul, a line of blood appeared on the young man's wrist, and immediately the blood gushed out, slid down her skin, and dripped on the shallow water, and in an instant the blood stained the water in that place.

"No...... Let my son go!" a middle-aged beautiful woman shouted loudly, if she was not controlled and could not move, she would immediately rush out and drag her son out, so as to replace her.

"There's no hurry, there's a chance. ”

The armor hook smiled lightly, and slapped the young man to the ground with another palm and couldn't move, only the hand that was still bleeding was clinging to the lines of the formation, and the blood flowed everywhere, gradually dyeing the entire formation red.

Now that the time is urgent, Yi Yao and Bingyue naturally won't watch dryly, and the two of them dragged all the frightened Zhao family descendants to the edge of the formation, formed a circle, and bleed together.

The blood soon spread to every corner of the formation, and the armor hook took out a small lamp from the Qiankun bag, and instead of lamp oil, there was a pinch of black wood chips.

She lit the sawdust on fire, and a wisp of green smoke rose from the faint flame, and at the same time, there was a faint fragrance in the secret room, I can't tell what it tasted like, but it made people feel very comfortable, like the whole person soaking in a warm spring, and like lying in the warm winter sun basking in the sun after a long absence.

Beichen Shu, who was left in the corner of the wall and no one cared about, was actually seriously injured, his body is not weak, but it also depends on who he compares with, Yishu is a monk after all, and he is lucky that he didn't die with a throw.

In a daze, Beichenshu found himself in a strange place.

It's a dark world, only the light in the center, hazy, and it's impossible to see what kind of existence there is.

He walked towards the light, and after I don't know how long, he finally got closer, and could see what was in the light.

It was a man, a young man with white hair as snow, who looked to be in his last few years, with a delicate countenance, and three red petals at the center of his eyebrows, which looked like he had been affixed with flowers.

However, although his appearance and dress look feminine, no one will recognize him as a woman, just because Ling Ran's domineering momentum is really heartbreaking, Beichen Shu only glanced at it and felt that his eyes were tingling, and he didn't dare to look again, so he immediately looked away.

The white-haired man suddenly opened his eyes.

If the man with his eyes closed is just a little domineering, others will also notice his delicate appearance, and the man after opening his eyes is like a powerful son who has changed from a powerful son to a murderous Shura in the blink of an eye.

"Mortal, is it you who woke me up?" The white-haired man didn't make any movement, but Beichen Shu had already involuntarily arrived in front of him, kneeling down with a respectful posture, "...... It's been so many years, and I've never met such a delicious spirit......"

Beichenshu couldn't understand what he meant, but he could hear the deep malice in his words.

Everything that happened now left this weak mortal at a loss, not knowing what to do, let alone how to resist the burden that fate had placed on him.

"The power of blood ......" The white-haired man looked away, as if attracted by something strange, and his gaze began to wander around, "It turns out that you didn't wake me up." ”

Beichen pursed his lips, this person's attitude was very strange, and his calculations were useless.

“...... Not me. ”

Hearing this answer, the white-haired man laughed, and even if he smiled, his eyes were so cold that he seemed to be ready to draw a knife and slash someone at any time, "It's not you, that's fine." ”

Beichen's heart sank, did he want to kill someone?

Although I don't know where this is, I always feel that if something happens here, he will definitely die.

"I'm trapped in this prison, and I don't know how many years have passed......"

"At first, I made a promise in my heart that if someone could let me out, I would fulfill his three wishes. The white-haired man's voice was low, "But no one came. ”

After that, I promised that if anyone could release me, I would help him ascend to the immortal path and be honored with the sun and the moon. ”

“...... Still no one came. ”

"Finally......" the white-haired man smiled evilly, "guess what I thought?"

Beichen Shu was a little dumbfounded, he felt that he must be dreaming, what immortal path, what is the same respect as the sun and the moon, all fake, all fake, all lying to me!

This must be a dream that I had when I wanted to be picked up by Sister Shino so much!

The white-haired man didn't want to get Beichenshu's answer, he continued: "Finally, I swear, if someone can release me, I will make him scatter his soul and never be reborn!"

Beichenshu: "???"

The white-haired man sneered, ignoring this fool with no wisdom roots—he could only say that if he met Mo Tianwei, he would probably have a common language......

He got up slowly, and with his movements, in the void, several thick chains gradually appeared, and Beichen Shu clearly saw that these chains locked the limbs of the white-haired man, and as soon as he moved, the four chains would light up with golden light.

But the white-haired man didn't care about the destructive power that was constantly conveyed from the chains, he just laughed wildly, "Endless years have passed, and there is only so little power left for you?"

"It's ...... Vulnerable!"