From the moment he stepped into the hall, Yu Ling knew that what was waiting for him was definitely not a good thing.

Rather than waiting for the enemy to attack suddenly, it was better to stir up these bull ghosts and snake gods first, so his tone showed a toughness that would not give in from the beginning.

What he wants is to provoke these princes, the front-line battlefield that is terrifying to others is actually not a big problem for Yu Ling, the more the other party wants to throw him into the depths of the void to fight alone, the more unrestrained Yu Ling is.

However, the final result was not quite the same as Yu Ling imagined, this general Ping did not have a seizure on the spot, but calmly (at least it seems) to make an appointment with him for three chapters, even if this was an unexpected thing, but Yu Ling felt that these three terms were very good.

Even if the last hidden trap is actually in his hands.

"I agree. Yu Ling pondered for a moment before nodding.

"That's very good. Ping Nanao's face couldn't see the shade: "Now you can arrange it yourself." ”

Yu Ling glanced at the people in the hall and found that none of them had any intention of getting up and leaving, and it seemed that they would continue to stay here to discuss some things.

He quietly left a wisp of soul thought, and then said goodbye to Ping Nanao without humility or arrogance.

After Yu Ling left, everyone was silent for another two minutes, and finally a man in gray broke the silence: "Let me first state that what happened last time was definitely not my master's mistake, but that this Wen Hao was strange. ”

Ming Zhitong couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Yes, how could Grandmaster Tiancheng miss? It's just that this Wen Qi is so powerful that he can actually escape from the Demon Suppression Tower." ”

The man in gray frowned, and said coldly: "Let me state again, what my master sent Wen Li to was not the Demon Suppression Tower, but the chaotic space outside the tower, and it was already extremely difficult for him to go to the Demon Suppression Tower from that space, let alone get out of the Demon Suppression Tower." I have every reason to suspect that Wen Li is still a master of the Spatial Dao Method. ”

"How high can you be higher than Grandmaster Wei?" Ming Zhitong sneered.

"That's impossible, but don't forget, according to the news from Huayun Valley, some time ago, an old demon ran out of their Demon Suppression Tower, named Zhu Yuandao. Presumably many people know this name, this person's experience is very legendary, first somehow became a traitor to Huayun Valley, and then defected to the Fire Refining Sect to renovate the Heavenly Fire Technique, and his strength increased instead of decreasing, and finally he was personally suppressed by a certain generation of the head of Xuefeng, and sent to the Demon Suppression Tower to seal it for so many years. The man in gray said.

"You mean, when this old demon broke through the seal, Wen Li also took the opportunity to slip out?

That's the only explanation. The man in gray said expressionlessly.

Ping Nanao and the others argued for a while before he spoke: "Just deal with him according to the specifications of the Zhiwei Realm." ”

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, feeling that Ping Nanao was making a little fuss, but thinking that he had failed to kill Wen Li these three times, this was no longer something that could be explained by the other party's good luck, and it was not a bad thing to be cautious at all.

Ping Nanao's cronies concluded: "The goal is to know the micro realm, to realize the Dao realm, with the powerful array flag given by the Emperor of the Formation, and to be able to lay out a formation that threatens the peak master of the Hedao, now start to formulate a plan." ”

Everyone suddenly felt that a young cultivator in the Enlightenment Realm was helpless even if they were to kill a cultivator of the same level, they didn't feel so difficult.

"I don't think you can kill him with 100% certainty by conventional means. ”

Rui Yagong Fu Li suddenly raised his head, and a cold light flashed with compassion in his eyes: "Such a freak can threaten us now, once he reaches the Merge Dao Realm, who else can cure him......? But there was a godsend. ”

The representative of the Heavenly Shang Gong said noncommittally: "The chaotic creatures of the True Dao Realm are not under our control. ”

"Because it is uncontrollable, neither the royal family nor the predecessors of the emperor can find fault with us. Fu Lisen smiled: "We don't know when that chaotic creature will come to attack, but we can wait, wait until it appears, anyway, this eighth battalion is our people, as long as we don't tell Wen Li about the news of the chaotic creature of the True Dao Realm, and trick him to that battlefield, he will definitely die." ”

"You can make a specific plan, I only need a result. Ping Nanao lightly put down a sentence, seemed to have no interest in this kind of conspiracy, and went straight out of the hall.

But the moment he stepped out of the threshold, Ping Yunao suddenly turned his head and glanced at the vermilion column in the room, revealing a thoughtful look.

At this moment, Yu Ling, who was a few kilometers away, couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and immediately dissipated that wisp of soul thought.

But...... It's very strange that Ping Yunao is just a pure peak Qi Refiner of the Convergence Dao, and he has not cultivated other systems, it stands to reason that Yu Ling is so carefully hidden, it is impossible for him to find any clues.

Yu Ling's mind resurfaced Cai Ye's reminder, he originally thought that he had understood what the other party meant, that is, to let him be careful of this princes' base camp, but now it seems that the water in the eighth camp is even deeper.

Let's make the storm more intense.

Yu Ling returned to his residence, took out the spar that carried the soul thought, and quietly waited for news from his side.

After all, the slave camp has a barrier set up by Grandmaster Tiancheng, and it is unlikely that Yu Ling wants to force his way in, but he doesn't need to break in, because Li Hengwang should have a token.

Yu Ling only needed to find a suitable time to sneak in, and for the rest, he didn't need anyone's help.

......

Lower Space, Antarctic Hell.

The dimly lit cavern was filled with a disgusting stench, the smell of decay from the accumulation of corpses for too long, toxic particles suspended in the air, and the dark red dirt beneath his feet was sticky and greasy, like the skin of some kind of mollusk.

People who live here will not only accelerate aging, but also be impregnated with toxins from head to toe, ranging from sores and distorted appearances to rotten skin and sluggish senses, as hideous and terrifying as the living dead, and even become monsters who have lost their minds.

But the most terrible thing is the mental depression and despair, so that the mechanical life day after day has no end at all, and the only end leads to the abyss of death, but before the value of the use is squeezed, the slaves can't even die if they want to.

"Hurry up, hurry up! A bunch of special dogs, mother's waste, I have to shout over and over again, how many days have it been, is it so hard to skin a foggy wolf! Now I have a thousand left! It's not even as good as a pig!"

A high-flying and domineering man in a strong suit threw out the barbed black whip in his hand, and whipped it on the back of a young slave, he screamed and fell to the ground, and his back was dripping with blood, as if he had been bitten and torn by a monster, and even the white bones of Sensen could be seen.

What was even more terrifying was that the wisps of black filaments were still swimming in the flesh and blood of the young slave, and he wailed and twitched, and his face was so white for a moment that it was bloodless, until the shiny black filaments snaked out of his bone marrow, and he was intoxicated by the man in the suit who opened his mouth and sucked it intoxicated, and the latter suddenly had a spring light, as if he was ten years younger.

The other slaves did not seem to see such a gruesome scene, but only numbly and mechanically repeated the work at hand, without even lifting their heads.

", I think each of you wants to be whipped!" said the man in the suit grimly.

The slaves' bodies trembled, desperately squeezing every trace of spiritual power, forcibly speeding up the speed of work, for fear of being targeted by the men in the power suits.

"Give you two more days! If you can't finish it, I'll take you to feed the beasts!" the man in the suit snorted coldly, put away the whip, and hurried to the next factory.

The people here are in charge of refining a common energy-like chaos creature, the Spirit, which looks like an oval yellow eggshell of various sizes, and usually emits a faint shimmer, when the light on its body flickers very quickly, it means that it is about to attack.

Due to the relatively high degree of energy transformation of the spirit, but it is not easy to kill, cultivators often seal it and bring it back. And refining an enlightenment-level spirit is almost equivalent to the spirit crystal energy of twenty spirit beasts in the same realm. However, it also depends on the level of the refiner, if the refining is fine enough, the purified energy will be even more abundant.

For this kind of high-level slave, the man in the power suit will have a more or less relaxed attitude, after all, the better the performance under his hands, the more rewards he can get.

"How much have you refined today?" The man in the power suit walked straight to the southwest corner of the cave, where there was a spiritual energy furnace burning, exuding a clean and pure spiritual power aura, as if even the surrounding dirty air had been purified a lot, making him take a deep breath.

"Back to my lord, there are currently four hundred and sixty-five in total. A middle-aged man with a square face replied tiredly.

"It's not enough! it's better to refine six hundred in a day!" the man in the power suit said in a cold tone, but he didn't pull out the black whip he carried with him, indicating that he was actually very satisfied with the results.

"Yes, sir. ”

"Do a good job, don't be lazy!" The man in the strong suit shook off a sentence sternly, and was about to turn to leave, when a short and thin old man suddenly rushed to the front with a sneer, and said with a sneer: "My lord, there are a batch of new coolies sent from outside, where are they arranged?"