Feng Ling stood up suddenly, but before he had time to transfer his divine power, he felt the world was spinning. After stumbling, he was helped by the magic jade beside him to sit down.
Ji Sheng and Xiang Qiubai looked at each other: This is not the case! Is Fengling's wine quality so bad? But after two sips of wine, you are now drunk?
Could it be that he drank fake wine!
Thinking like this, Xiang Qiubai glanced at the wine jar on the table with fear, and silently memorized the packaging and brand in his mind to avoid any surprises in the future.
Ji Sheng crooked with his elbow and looked at Qiubai, saying, "You see, if you dare to drink secretly behind my back again, this will be your fate."
"I will transfer the divine power, you just need to calm down and concentrate, and wait to enter the world of memory!"
"Yeah." Feng Ling's face turned slightly pale, and he closed his eyes and responded softly. It was obvious that he was suffering from the sequelae of demonization, and he didn't dare to show off at this time.
After a while, with the help of the magical jade, Ji Sheng's pink-white light ball, like a dreamy crystal, condensed from the center of his eyebrows and slipped into his hand.
The magic jade took advantage of the situation and snatched the solid crystal light ball, approached Feng Ling, and said hastily: "Hurry in, my divine power can't last long!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Ling opened his eyes and flashed with a flash of light, and with a "swish" sound, his body turned into a stream of afterimages and merged into the crystal ball of light.
Memory world.
Underground, in a dark and noisy cave palace complex, black smoke was everywhere and shouts of murder shook the sky.
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"Brother Tu, the hypocrites of the Judgment Alliance are coming soon. Let's run away!"
"Damn it, didn't they say they were just pretending as usual, but these beasts actually got serious about it?"
"Hey, don't mention it. It is said that a certain big shot who is the leader of the decent sect was murdered because his son recently went down the mountain to experience and the murderer could not be found. Therefore, he issued a bounty mission in the banned union and put all his anger and hatred on our White Lotus Cult! "
"You should be talking about the old Taoist master of Qing Moss Temple to control the dragon, right? Didn't the leader of the Red Lotus already say that they were the ones who killed the person? How come they can't find the murderer?"
"Hey, brother, it seems that you have just joined our evil spirit master organization not long ago, right? You are still too young. I don't know how terrifying the power behind the Red Lotus Demon Sect is. Not to mention that he is an experienced dragon master, even if the entire Qing Moss Don't dare to provoke Guandu, how can we be like our White Lotus Sect, allowing a group of bullies to bully the weak!"
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White Lotus Demon Sect, old site.
Feng Ling was suspended in the air above the cave palace complex that was already filled with bloodshed, but like an outsider, no one could notice his arrival.
From all directions, various chaotic sounds came to his ears, some were fighting and roaring, some were screaming for mercy, some were lamenting for escape, and some were wailing.
"Where will she be in the vast sea of blood?"
Just as Feng Ling frowned and looked down, he suddenly thought and his body disappeared with the wind.
The next moment, he was at a hidden dungeon thousands of meters away from the palace complex.
The dungeon is made of a whole piece of granite rock formation, dug straight down for twenty or thirty feet, and the whole is in the shape of a circular cylinder.
The stone walls of the dungeon were mottled with blood, and moist water mist hung on the stone walls, turning into water droplets and flowing like drops of blood seeping out.
If combined with the dark and gloomy background, the entrance to the dungeon looks like it leads to an abyss of hell.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Under the dungeon, a group of children in ragged clothes were holding smelly short blades in their hands, looking fiercely at each other, either leaning against the surrounding stone walls and wandering on guard, or waiting for an opportunity to launch a fatal surprise attack.
Regardless of whether the opponent is killed with one hit, he will immediately retreat to the edge of the stone wall and will never fight!
They gathered together like worms and kept killing each other until only the last one was left, or they all died of serious injuries.
This scene seemed familiar to Feng Ling, and his eyes turned red unconsciously. Especially when he saw the face of a girl with scars all over her body, he wished he could raze the entire dungeon to the ground.
In the previous life, the assassin training camp where Feng Ling was in was probably like this. Everyone was trained from an early age as a machine that was only built for killing. At first some people struggled and resisted; then they became insensitive; and finally they were ruthless, cold and murderous.
