No one dared to act rashly.
Hong Qisheng's body separated in front of them, and his head rolled down at Meng Han's feet.
Feng Sanchu looked at his senior brother in horror and did not dare to say anything.
Meng Han's expression was also very solemn, he moved his lips and said angrily: "Foundation Building Stage!"
Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and their hearts jumped into their throats. The Liao brothers and sisters were shaking like chaff. Everyone knew that their lives would probably be decided here.
Zhao Shun was dripping with cold sweat, and his own thunderous heartbeat could be heard in his ears. Suddenly, his eyes darkened, as if he was in endless darkness.
"Senior Brother Meng!"
It's Feng Sanchu's voice!
Meng Han replied to him: "Don't act rashly, we should be in some kind of imprisoned magic weapon!" After saying that, he paused and said: "If you are there, just say something."
Zhao Chun answered: "Zhao Chun is here!" Then he heard the Liao brothers and sisters respond. A moment later, a woman's trembling cry sounded: "I am Hong Qian, and my mother and I are here!"
They were here for the Hong family, otherwise they wouldn't have brought these two people with them. In this case, if we can negotiate well, there is still a chance of survival! Zhao Shun frowned, hoping that the other party would be wary of the Lingzhen Sect and listen to what she said.
Feng Sanchu comforted the Hong family's mother and daughter for a while, and then reassured everyone: "Senior Brother Meng is an official disciple of the Lingzhen Sect, and is about to break through the foundation building. For the sake of senior brother and our Lingzhen Sect, that senior, I won’t dare to make things difficult.”
No one heard Meng Han's reply, only his heavy breathing.
Zhao Shun secretly felt that something was not good, and felt increasingly unsure.
After an unknown amount of time, a little light came out of the darkness.
The candlelight flickered, the tip of her nose was slightly raised, and she smelled the smell of rust. Everyone was actually in a dark room!
There were only two white candles lit around, and the candlestick had accumulated wax behind two fingers. When I stepped into a shallow puddle under my feet, I lowered my head and used the dim candlelight to see that it was almost viscous plasma.
Such a scene would make most monks short of breath, let alone the mother and daughter of the Hong family. The two screamed and hid their faces in their hands. They moved their feet again and again, but could not find a clean place.
Zhao Shun and others had no time to look after them, they all held their breath and concentrated, if something went wrong, they would take action immediately.
"Relax, everyone."
No one showed up, only an old voice filled the dark room. They didn't dare to relax, their spiritual energy was raised to their Dantian, and they were on the defensive.
The man seemed to be amused, and let out a short and sharp laugh, mocking: "I'm so scared of these pigs."
Meng Han clenched his fists and bowed forward: "I don't know which senior is here. We are disciples of the Yougu Lingzhen Sect. Senior..."
"Of course I know that you are from the Lingzhen sect, but what does that have to do with me?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Shun and others suddenly felt their hearts sinking.
"As for me? I don't have any identity. I may have had one in the past, but it doesn't matter now." The voice was a little lonely, and then turned into a weird surprise, "Let me see, they are all good babies, and there are actually some right ones." Compatriots belong together!”
Liao Xiaoyi huddled behind her brother, her face full of horror.
"Don't be afraid, no one can escape." He comforted him with gentle words. Seeing the two of them hugging each other and crying, he said enthusiastically: "Let me have the appetizer first!"
A small square opening opened on the top of the darkroom, and light came in. The Liao brothers and sisters screamed suddenly, and their bodies floated upwards, and were gradually taken out of the small opening.
After the two disappeared, the small mouth closed again.
Zhao Shun felt cold all over. The life and death of these two people was uncertain. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, the outcome would not be much better.
Feng Sanchu also stared. He pinched each other with his hands and forced himself not to scream. His face was already pale.
Only Meng Han remained calm. He closed his eyes and frowned, thinking carefully about how to escape.
Time flew by in a stalemate. Although Zhao Chun did not dare to close her eyes, it was too tiring to maintain concentration. When she woke up, only Meng Han was still awake, and the others had already fallen asleep.
"You can close your eyes for a while and regain your energy."
However, Zhao Shun could not accept his kindness and advised: "Brother, please rest, I have slept together." He was the support of this group of people. If he fell, all hope would be lost.
Meng Han leaned against the wall and saw that she was still calm and composed, and said in surprise: "You little girl, you are bolder than others!"
Is Zhao Shun afraid?
To be honest, she was indeed afraid.
Who is not afraid of death? She had only lived in this world for less than eleven years. In the first ten years, she was in a state of confusion. It was only when she set foot on the path of immortality that she made friends and felt a little concerned. She has broken through the second level of Qi training at such a young age. Although she is not a top genius, Zhao Chun has the confidence to go to higher and further places. She is not willing to die here!
"It's useless to be afraid. I don't want to die, so I don't want to be afraid either."
Meng Han raised his head and curled his lips: "No wonder junior brother values you."
After a long silence, he heard him say again: "The future is bright..." followed by a chuckle, "The premise is that you can survive."
Zhao Chun was speechless, sitting quietly and urging his spiritual energy to start breathing.
The bursting of candlelight was the only sound in the dark room. Without this sound, the extreme silence would drive people crazy.
The small opening on the top of the head opened again, and the dazzling white light made it impossible for anyone in the dark room to hide. The voice had a sense of satisfaction, but it made people frightened for no reason: "Two people with three spiritual roots are quite important. It seems that all the gods I prefer my own way and want this way to receive this great blessing!"
The three spiritual roots refer to Zhao Shun and Meng Han.
The two of them looked at each other, and a strong attraction came from their bodies, pulling them away from the small opening.
Zhao Shun felt that everything in front of him was strange, and his mind was in a daze for a few breaths. It was not until his feet touched the ground that his vision became clear.
This is a poorly furnished cave with a dusty futon in the middle and a row of cabinets in disarray.
The old Taoist with yellow eyebrows stood in front of them, his body hunched, his dark yellow skin tightly covering his bones, his eye sockets dark, looking like a skinned skeleton.
Zhao Shun noticed a few familiar little balls buried in the dust under the shelf, and winked at Meng Han.
"Are you a disciple of the Changhui Sect?" Meng Han also saw the origin of the ball and asked.
The old Taoist Huang-browed Taoist laughed sadly: "He is a well-informed man, but he has been away from the sect for many years, so he can't be considered a member of the Changhui Sect."
"You are Yue Zuan!" Meng Han said firmly, and Zhao Shun saw that his face turned pale, and he was rarely frightened.
"Abandoned disciple of Changhui Sect."
People in the world often call him Yue Zuan because he stole the sect's secret techniques, harmed his fellow sect members, and made friends with evil cultivators. His cultivation was abandoned by the sect and he was thrown into exile in the small world.
Now, he was standing in Hengyun World, standing in front of the two of them...
"It was me who abandoned Changhui Sect! They didn't abandon me!" Yue Zuan stood up. He was only as tall as Zhao Chun. He showed signs of running out of lamps and oil, and his two empty eye sockets shrank with turbidity. Tongren, he approached the two of them and said, "That's all, they are all going to die anyway, so it's useless to talk to you two."
"Where are the brothers and sisters you captured earlier?"
Yue Zuan turned his head to ask Zhao Chun and said slowly: "Little girl, why do you care so much?" He raised his hand and put it on Zhao Chun's shoulder. Even through the clothes, Zhao Chun felt a cold air. .
"Let's go, I will take you to meet them and be with your senior brothers and sisters!"
His hands were surprisingly strong, and he held Zhao Shun and walked towards the inner room. There were two crisp sounds from the shoulder blades under his hands, and they were crushed to pieces!
Meng Han swung his fist and was about to strike, but Yue Zuan blocked it with a wave of his sleeve, and summoned a bundle of golden ropes from nowhere, tying Meng Han's hands and feet tightly.
"I can't take your life now, just stay here! After I take care of this little girl, I will find a good place for you!"
Half of Zhao Shun's body was already in severe pain, and he could not move at all below his broken shoulder. He could only be dragged inward by Yue Zuan.
