"Committed a serious crime, suppressed?"
The five masters from Hongyun Ancient Mine looked at each other.
The next moment, the man who spoke just now said again: "Since Ye Fengxian has been suppressed, let's let him out first. This person has provoked Venerable Hong. This is the purpose of the law. Venerable's orders cannot be violated!"
In the entire battle academy, the expressions of countless powerful men suddenly changed.
Most of them are basically gloating about their misfortune.
Provoking Venerable Hong?
Dead!
Ye Fengxian is dead.
The Master of the Sword Academy's face froze, and his whole person was completely dull.
He couldn't figure out how a mere Ye Fengxian could anger such a terrifying being as Lord Hong.
As his thoughts changed, a bit of disappointment and regret flashed across the eyes of the Master of the Sword Academy.
If Ye Fengxian survives and can join the Sword Academy and train him, he may not be able to compete with the eighteen most powerful monsters in the Sword War Academy in the future, but he will definitely be a nearly invincible character among the true disciples. Only among the Eighteen Monsters under.
Now, Venerable Hong's decree comes in person. Ye Fengxian has ten lives, but he can only become a corpse in the end.
No one can resolve the murderous intention of the Divine Lord.
Unless the Divine Lord of the Sword Dynasty today, the only one in control, the one at the top of the throne, personally comes forward to intercede for Ye Fengxian, but that is unrealistic.
"Junior brother..."
Tears suddenly appeared in Nie Qingqing's eyes, and at this moment, he took out the token again.
"Third Senior Brother, are you there?"
"Can you hear my will? My junior brother has come to the God Realm and joined the Sword War Academy. Now he is facing a big crisis."
Nie Qingqing's will continued to flow into it.
However, no matter how she spoke or conveyed her will, she received no response.
"No, no!"
"No one can bear the wrath of Lord Hong!"
Nie Qingqing's thoughts changed.
In an instant, she calmed down and made a choice.
No longer paying attention to everything in the Sword Battle Academy, Nie Qingqing turned around and left in an instant, walking towards the sky.
Appeared in front of a teleportation formation behind the Sword Battle Academy.
"I want to teleport to the Shenglong Ancient Realm!"
Nie Qingqing spoke.
"Huh? Teleport to the Shenglong Ancient Realm? It's a long way and requires 200,000 heaven-grade divine stones!"
A group of masters from the Battle Academy in front of them looked at Nie Qingqing.
"Two hundred thousand heavenly grade divine stones?"
Nie Qingqing's expression changed: "You are blackmailing me!"
"Blackmail? What a joke!"
"Directed teleportation, and you are going to the Shenglong Ancient Realm alone. The 200,000 heaven-grade divine stones have been discounted because you are a true disciple. If you are not willing to teleport, you can go on your own."
A disciple who controlled the teleportation array in front of him spoke calmly.
Nie Qingqing said no more.
She gritted her teeth and took out the space ring and took out many of the sacred stones inside.
The number of divine stones is not enough, but there are also a lot of pills, divine fluids, etc. that have been saved in daily life.
After paying these, a group of masters from the War Academy started the teleportation formation.
Inside the Sword Battle Academy, there is an incredible teleportation array, which allows the disciples of the Battle Academy to travel and teleport on weekdays.
Of course, it is not a free transfer, but the asking price of 200,000 Heavenly Grade Divine Stones this time is too outrageous.
This transmission almost consumed all the savings that Nie Qingqing had accumulated in the years since he came to the God Realm, but now that the situation was urgent, he could no longer care about that much.
She couldn't care less.
boom! ! !
The teleportation array was running, and a portal and a passage were born in an instant. Nie Qingqing entered it and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Is there going to be a problem? This Nie Qingqing is Pei Wudi's sister."
After Nie Qingqing left, a master on the side of the teleportation array frowned: "To teleport to the Shenglong Ancient Realm, you only need 10,000 heaven-grade divine stones!"
"What could go wrong?"
The disciple who received the divine stone sneered and said lightly: "Today she is coming to teleport to the Shenglong Ancient Realm. It is her own choice to kill her for 200,000 heaven-grade divine stones. Could it be that we put a knife to her?" The one who forced her to take out the sacred stone on her neck? Even Pei Wudi can't punish us for this."
"Yes, if Pei Wudi returns and punishes a few of us, that will just give senior brother Fang Luangkong a reason to impeach him, hehe..."
On one side, another disciple sneered and spoke.
At the same time as Nie Qingqing went to Shenglong Ancient Realm.
In front of the sword battle courtyard.
The Master of the Sword Academy's expression was uncertain. After changing several times, he raised his hand and said, "There have been some problems in the Prison Tower recently. There is a soul of an ancient demon that has escaped from the cell. These days are just the time to find and punish that person." A critical period for a divine soul.”
"Um?"
The people above frowned.
"Therefore, I ask for the understanding of several distinguished envoys to prevent the soul from escaping and harming the disciples of the War Academy. The Prison Suppression Tower cannot be opened today."
The Lord of the Sword Academy spoke again.
In the sword battle courtyard, many disciples suddenly changed their expressions and glanced in the direction of the Prison Suppression Tower, instinctively showing fear.
The escape of terrifying beings from the Prison Tower was not an unheard-of occurrence in the past.
Back then, dozens of inner disciples and true disciples of the War Academy were killed by an alien who fled. It was a bloody past.
On one side, the Lord of the Hall of Punishment took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "Please understand, if possible, please wait for two days in this war courtyard. After two days, I will be able to capture the soul. Just in time." , two days later is when Ye Fengxian’s punishment will end.”
The Lord of the Punishment Hall controls the punishment in the battle courtyard, and is the most familiar with the Prison Suppression Tower.
As soon as he opened his mouth, many senior officials from the War Academy appeared one after another. They all spoke respectfully, but they were all petitioning.
Probably the meaning is nothing more than hoping that the five envoys will think about the overall situation and not cause trouble in the War Academy, so they will just wait for two or three days.
The five masters from Hongyun Ancient Mine, no matter how strong they are today, even if they come with the decree of Lord Hong, they don't dare to press on this kind of thing.
"Two days later, when we come back to the Battle Academy, we will definitely see Ye Fengxian!"
The five masters all had indifferent expressions.
"Don't worry, sir. Within two days, I will resolve this matter and personally enter the Prison Tower to capture the soul!"
The Lord of the Punishment Hall said immediately.
Just after he finished speaking, above the void, five figures put away their decrees and walked away in the blink of an eye.
Almost at the same time that no one left behind, the sword fighting courtyard was filled with chaos and panic.
"Everyone be quiet!"
The Lord of the Sword Court's voice was rolling: "Although there is a problem in the Prison Suppression Tower, everything is still under control. Next, the Lord of the Punishment Palace and I will enter the Prison Suppression Tower to solve the problem!"
"The changes in the Prison Suppression Tower will cause trouble for both of you!"
Many senior officials of the Sword War Institute spoke one after another and then fled immediately.
No one wants to be involved in the prison tower incident.
In the past, due to the Prison Suppression Tower, more than one or two elders and other masters died in the Sword War Academy.
Among the defenders in the Prison Tower, one or two will always die every few thousand or tens of thousands of years.
