Ling Jian sat in the car that Li had scattered, and he didn't know how long it had been.

The car stopped, and Lu Min got out of the car with Ling Blade, and in front of them was a towering white tower.

"This is a prison for martial arts practitioners. Lu Min introduced.

"Including the Demon Cultists who were captured after the war?"

"Yes. ”

Lu Min walked into the gate of the White Tower with Ling Blade, and standing behind the table in the center of the hall was a woman in a pink dress with a stiff smile on her face.

"You two, please show me what you mean. The woman's voice was very mechanical, and her stiff movements made her feel like a robot, which made Ling Blade feel terrifying.

Lu Min walked to the front of the stage and put his documents on the stage: "The leader of the seventh group of the Martial Arts Administration, Lu Min." ”

The woman still had a stiff smile and stared at the papers, as if she was scanning something.

"We made an appointment to meet with Cao Yin, the right envoy of the Demon Sect. Lu Min said.

The woman's smile did not change at all, she made a gesture of invitation, led the two to the elevator, and clicked on the negative floor of the elevator.

"Negative floor, I thought it would be on top of the White Tower or something......" Blade Wood said.

"The most vicious criminals are all locked up in the negative layer, and the henchmen of the Demon Sect Leader like Cao Yin are of course on this level. Lu Min explained.

The elevator door opened, and the woman in the pink skirt walked out with Ling Jian and Lu Min.

In front of them was a pure white hallway, and the woman led them into it.

On both sides of the corridor are cells with glass windows.

Figures of all colors in gray prison uniforms watched through the windows.

The three of them walked to the end of the elevator, and there was an iron door with a large lock, and outside the iron door sat another woman in a pink dress, with the same smile on her face as before.

"Both, please put sharp objects, flammable and explosive materials, and electronic communication equipment on the table. The woman smiled and said, "Keep a safe distance from the glass during the meeting, don't hand him anything, don't take anything, don't talk for more than half an hour, do you understand?"

The two of them nodded and took out all the forbidden items.

The heavy iron door slowly opened.

Inside the iron gate is a pure white cube hall, and in the center of the hall is a cage with glass floors.

In the glass cage was the back of a slender and shriveled old man, with gray hair, but neatly groomed, dressed in gray prison clothes, facing the visitor.

He slowly turned his head, and Ling Jian and Lu Min saw his face, sunken cheeks and pale skin, like the face of a dried corpse.

Even more terrifying is his eyes, the color of the two eyes is different, the right eye is black and the left eye is very pale blue.

He spoke, his voice hoarse, like the voice of a poisonous snake spitting letters: "You are his blood......."

Cao Yin's direct gaze with different eyes sent chills down Ling Blade's spine.

"I won't forget, the breath of the Holy Lord's bloodline. Cao Yin closed his eyes, as if enjoying the smell of the air.

"Do you recognize me?" asked Ling Blade cautiously.

"I recognize that your mother is the lover of the Holy Lord, they fell in love with each other when they were young, but then she left the Holy Lord eighteen years ago, three years before the war began. Cao Yin's voice trembled slightly, and her lips turned white: "Three years after she left, a war broke out against the Holy Sect, encircled and suppressed, and the Holy Lord died in battle, dirty traitor!"

Ling Jian clenched his fists and looked fierce, as if he wanted to tear Cao Yin apart.

Lu Min's little hand gently placed on Ling Blade's back to signal him to calm down.

Lu Min took a step forward: "I am Lu Min, the leader of the seventh group of the martial arts management institute, I ask you ........"

"I don't have a word to say to the lackeys of the Martial Arts Administration. “

"I ask you ......"

Before Lu Min could finish speaking, Cao Yin pounced on him like crazy, slammed into the glass, and roared: "The lackey of the martial arts management office! Long live the Holy Lord! Long live the Holy Lord!"

Electricity erupted from the glass wall, knocking Cao Yin into the air and causing him to faint to the ground.

The door opened, and the woman in the pink dress walked in: "I must ask you to leave." ”