Of course, the skirt didn't know what Chu Feng was having a headache, she pondered for a moment and wrote, "Anyway, I can't let them get their wish now." ”

She knew Bu Lingguan too well, he was a madman, what he was going to do...... It must also be crazy.

Chu Feng also thought so, and said, "But now...... We were completely stuck. ”

"I still have a way. The skirt read, and then she raised her head and looked at the colorful and layered night sky, and her eyes revealed a bit of unusual light.

"Method?" Chu Feng was stunned, and he really couldn't see what else the skirt could do.

"I still have ......"

The skirt slowly took out an orange glow, which was very soft and exuding a reassuring warmth.

Chu Feng's pupils dilated instantly, he never expected that the skirt would take out this thing at this time.

This is...... Silence.

Returning to silence is the key to the underworld, and it is by relying on Returning to Silence that Chu Feng and the others entered the underworld.

Before entering the Underworld, Returning to Silence had always been a very important point, but after entering the Underworld, Chu Feng and the others gradually forgot the existence of Returning to Silence - because before completing the task, Returning Silence had lost its effect.

It was only at this time that the skirt took out the Returning Silence, and Chu Feng finally remembered that the Returning Silence was not only as simple as opening the key to the underworld, but also a powerful and mysterious imperial weapon, possessing enough power to tear through space.

It can tear apart the space between the human world and the underworld, and at this moment, it should also be able to tear open the space that trapped them and let them escape.

"Can you control it?" Chu Feng asked with some concern.

He had only seen Duan Xianming use Gui Silence to deal with the enemy, but he also knew that Duan Xianming's use at that time was not able to exert one-ten-thousandth of the power of Gui Shanming, but only used some of the characteristics of Gui Shan.

"Together. The skirt wrote.

Chu Feng was slightly stunned, and then finally remembered that he could hold Gui Shan, and he seemed to be one of the holders chosen by Gui Shan.

I think it's also quite difficult for a person to control the loneliness, so I let myself control it with her.

The skirt continued in the air: "Do you want to continue to watch, master?"

Only then did Chu Feng react, the skirt did this, to a large extent, it was a threat to Bu Lingguan, and he wanted to force Bu Lingguan to appear.

Once the retreat is triggered, no one knows how things will go, and it is not good for anyone to do so. But if she and Chu Feng had no other better way, she could only choose a lose-lose method.

But Bu Lingguan didn't speak, as if he had really become a spectator.

The skirt sighed silently, she actually knew for a long time that she could not intimidate her master, and her master would not accept any threats.

That person's nature is that no matter what the other party does, he will fight it to the end, he does not accept any threats, he does not accept any compromise.

Either live without retreating or die without retreating, there is no other choice but to retreat without retreating.

So the skirt clenched the orange light in her hand, and then motioned for Chu Feng to hold it with herself.

Chu Feng hesitated for a moment, and knew that there was no better choice at the moment, and only by fighting with all his might could he get a glimmer of life.

Chu Feng slowly reached out and grabbed the upper end of Gui Lonely.

Chu Feng's hand dissolved into the orange light, and the orange light had some texture in Chu Feng's hand, as if it was a continuous flow of water, which was very soft and pleasant.

At the core of the light, there is a delicate and warm touch, as if it is the most beautiful jade, and as soon as the skin touches it, it feels very comfortable, and I can't help but want to hold it in my hand and play carefully.

Chu Feng's five fingers were clenched, and a warm current slowly flowed into Chu Feng's body along Chu Feng's meridians, making Chu Feng feel warm all over his body, and even had a feeling that he was about to sweat.

And that warm current slowly swam among Chu Feng's limbs and hundreds of bones after entering Chu Feng's body, making Chu Feng's true air flow also swim up, and the speed of the true air flow gradually accelerated, but it did not make Chu Feng's meridians feel the slight pain that should be caused by the acceleration of the true air flow.

Chu Feng thought that it was just the pain that had been suppressed, but he carefully observed his meridians, and found that it was the warm current that was clinging to his meridians to form an extremely thin wall.

Compared to the meridians that will expand or even collapse when they are impacted by the true airflow, this warm current is more solid than the wall formed by the inner layer of the meridians, although the flow rate of the true air flow is accelerating, but this layer of wall is unmoved, which is equivalent to protecting the meridians from the impact of the true qi, so there will naturally be no pain.

This made Chu Feng a little surprised, if this was the case, wouldn't it be that as long as he was silent in his hand, the true qi could frantically speed up the operation, so that the degree of a person's ability to operate the body could completely exceed his own limit and exert more powerful power.

This kind of effect is extremely powerful for people of any cultivation level, even if there is no other effect of Returning to Silence, this effect alone is already quite a powerful imperial weapon.

"Luck strikes. The skirt said.

Chu Feng nodded, then took a deep breath, and urged the self-operating true qi to rise, and then guided the true qi to flow towards his right hand, and then discharged it above his right hand, crossing into the silence in his hand.

True qi flowed, and the wind suddenly rose, raising the cloak of the skirt and the long black hair.

The look of the skirt was very serious, the clothes were rustling in the wind of the true qi, and the dark blue breath leaked out from the neck of the skirt and diffused in the air, as if it was a dark blue silk satin wrapped around the neck of the skirt.

A crisp "clanging" sound suddenly sounded, as if it was a clash of gold and iron.

Chu Feng frowned slightly, and saw that in the harsh wind, several iron cables poked out of the void, locking the body of the skirt, trembling, swaying, and hitting each other in the wind.

Two of the iron cables ran through the shoulder blades of the skirt, two locked the wrists of the skirt, two locked the ankles of the skirt, one locked her throat, and one locked her waist.

The skirt is like a prisoner who has been subjected to heavy weights, wearing this iron rope.

Chu Feng's expression changed slightly, but his skirt didn't care at all, and wrote: "It's just a shackle of sin and prison, it's okay." ”

Chu Feng's face changed even more when he heard this, although he had never seen the sin prison shackles, but he also knew what the sin prison shackles were.

The Iron Prison will use such things as the shackles of sin against the most vicious prisoners.

The Sin Prison Shackle is a spell specifically aimed at the Yuan Shen, once the Yuan Shen is put in the shackles of the Sin Prison, even if he uses a little bit of True Qi, he will suffer like ten thousand ants devouring his body, making the True Qi run collapse because of the pain.

And because the Yuan Shen is imprisoned by the shackles of sin, his cultivation will also be affected by this, and it will be difficult to improve, and there will even be a decline. And the physical body will always stay at the age of receiving the technique because of such imprisonment, even if it dies of old age, it will not change.

However, what is really vicious is that there is no solution to this spell at all, and the original spirit of the person who received the spell is fragmented after receiving the spell, and it is all dependent on the shackles to forcibly imprison the original god to maintain the original spirit, just like the glue that glues the fragmented fragments.

Once someone tries to lift the shackles, the primordial spirit will be completely dispersed at the moment when the shackles of the sin prison are lifted, unless there is a more powerful person who is willing to sacrifice his own primordial god to repair, otherwise only death awaits the recipient.

Chu Feng finally understood why the skirt was always thirteen or fourteen years old, she was different from Nangong Yun, Ye Siqing, and Chu Linglong, Nangong Yun was injured because of the practice, Ye Siqing was born not long ago, Chu Linglong was because of the separation of spirit and flesh, and the skirt was ...... It was because she was shackled at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

Chu Feng couldn't imagine how she had come to this point with her skirt wearing the shackles of sin and cultivated to the peak of the ninth order, and how she had endured tremendous pain under the shackles of sin and operated her true qi without changing her face.

In an instant, Chu Feng was full of respect for the skirt, this is a woman with great perseverance and courage.

Chu Feng gritted his teeth, then clenched the Silence in his hand, and also accelerated his true qi.

True Qi sped up, blowing up fierce air currents, Chu Feng's hairpin collapsed in an instant, his long hair fluttered with the wind, and his clothes were also sassy.

The stimulated silence began to tremble, and let out bursts of "woo" whimpering, as if someone was crying under the deep long night, which made people feel moved and sad.

Lines of orange-yellow light escaped from Chu Feng and the fingers of the skirt, as if it was the light blooming from the rising sun.

Chu Feng and his skirt's eyes were stabbed painfully, and clear tears flowed, and then gradually the clear tears were dyed with a bit of blood, reflecting a ray of light, as if it was the most brilliant blood jade.

Gui Jing trembled more and more, and sent out a huge force, as if it wanted to break free from Chu Feng and the skirt's hands, as if it already had a destination it wanted to go.

The force was getting bigger and bigger, and the amplitude of the vibration was getting bigger and bigger, and the bones of Chu Feng and his skirt couldn't help but let out a wail, as if they were crying bitterly.

The body of the skirt was the first to withstand the tremendous force, and with a "poof" sound, a stream of blood spurted out as the body of the skirt cracked, sprinkled in the fierce wind, and then carried by the wind, sprinkled out, sprinkled on the mountain of corpses, and dyed the dead thing into a dazzling mottle.