Hua Meiniang took Long Fei to a room made of fire sand vines, stretched out her hand to make a move, only to see that the air in front of the room suddenly rippled like water waves, and a black-clothed disciple walked out of it, and after seeing that it was Hua Meiniang, she hurriedly bowed down and called out to the third senior sister.

"Find a place for this kid to take a good look, the master will be useful later." Hua Meiniang shook Long Fei, and the black-clothed disciple hurriedly stretched out his hand to take it, saluted Hua Meiniang slightly, and pulled Long Fei towards the house.

The ripples in the air reappeared, which was obviously a prohibition, but I didn't know if it was to prevent the people outside from entering, or to prevent the people from coming out.

After Hua Meiniang sent Long Fei, she felt a sense of relief that she had thrown away the hot potato, and after sighing lightly, she turned around and left.

The black-clothed disciple pulled Long Fei and walked back to the house, there was only a table of eight immortals, two wooden chairs, and an oil lamp on the table, and the black-clothed disciple turned twice at the base of the oil lamp, and the table of eight immortals moved to one side, revealing a swarthy hole under the table.

The black-clothed disciple picked up the oil lamp and illuminated that there were steps spiraling down the cave, Long Fei subconsciously didn't want to go down, but the black-clothed disciple had a lot of strength, and he didn't relax holding Long Fei's hand.

Stumbling all the way down the steps, Long Fei counted silently in his heart as he walked, and when he counted to ninety-eight, he finally finished the steps and went down to the ground.

The underground light was dim, and it was barely possible to see a long passage, and there were some rooms separated by iron fences on both sides of the passage, and the black-clothed disciple pulled Long Fei to the middle room, opened the iron door, and pushed Long Fei in.

Long Fei stumbled, almost fell, there were two clicks behind him, and when he turned to look, the iron door had been locked, and the black-clothed disciple had already walked towards the steps with an oil lamp, and the surroundings quickly became dark again.

Long Fei closed his eyes slightly, adjusted to the light underground, and then looked at himself, he was in a cell with three walls and one iron railing, and there was nothing in it except himself.

Thinking of his sacrifice to the heavens with his father at Shenlongtai, the experience after that was really like a dream.

First, the divine dragon appeared, and inexplicably chose himself to give Long Yuan, but before he could react, a man in black fell from the sky and took him away, and then woke up on the cliff, pretending to be asleep, and finally understood his situation a little, and then was taken to the Flame Sect in the desert, which was a sect that he had never heard of.

The red-haired old man was really powerful, and when he grabbed his hand, it was like an iron tong, clamping it tightly and painfully. Long Fei thought that he deliberately pretended to be reckless and stupid in his words and deeds, like a gentleman of the royal family, but then found that it was useless, in the eyes of these cultivators, no matter how he behaved, he was always an ant, and he couldn't play any tricks at all.

Long Fei sighed lightly, and secretly said that he really wanted to die here?

Long Frisbee sat down and checked the condition of his body, after Long Yuan entered the body, it seemed to disappear, but there was a mass of hot gas in the dantian that continued to steam, and the scattered heat was drilling around in the body, which was very comfortable, and there was also a benefit that he didn't feel hungry until now.

Although Long Fei suffered this catastrophe, he was only a little flustered at first, and then he calmed down, analyzed his situation, and constantly calculated how to get out in his heart. This is a quality that is rare in ordinary adults, and it is beginning to show its edge in Long Fei.

As a prince, he has learned literature and martial arts since he was a child, and he is far more intelligent and precocious than ordinary teenagers, Long Haotian also intends to train Long Fei to become his heir, so there is this scene on the Shenlong platform.

It is said that after Long Fei was taken away, Long Haotian sent additional people to look for Long Fei's whereabouts, but Huo Lingzi flew away on a vulture that day, leaving very few clues, and he had no clue for a while, and he had no choice but to pin his hopes on the Rootless Daoist and Bu Xingen.

Bu Xing'en medicine pestle was destroyed, and was injured by the backlash, but fortunately, the injury was not serious, and after a little recuperation, there was no major problem, and the battle of Shenlongtai, he and the rootless Taoist were invincible, although it was limited by the realm, but after all, it was humiliating in public.

The Baiyun Sect has taken root in the Shenlong Country for a long time, especially Bu Xingen is a member of the Shenlong Country, the country's lord and prince were taken captive, plus he was injured, and there was no reason not to help him in public and private. And the Rootless Dao people also stayed in Shenlong City because of Long Jiu's relationship.

On this day, in the Tianxia Medical Hall, the rootless Taoist was making a hexagram, and Bu Xingen and Long Haotian were nervously waiting for the results on the side.

The rootless Taoist held three white dominoes in his hand, and the dominoes were engraved with some black patterns, revealing a little bit of quaint atmosphere. I saw that he had words in his mouth, his hands danced wildly, and then he threw out the dominoes, and after the three dominoes rotated in the air a few times, they fell on the table covered with fur, one positive and two negative.

"Dao Chief, how is the hexagram?" Long Haotian was more nervous and opened his mouth to ask.

"It's hard to say, this hexagram is obscure, the bad omen shows that the evil is not a single line, but the good omen is a blessing in the disaster, and in the end this omen is even more bizarre, and it is impossible to judge the good or bad. The Rootless Daoist frowned and said.

"What does that mean?" asked Bu Xingen.

"Brother Bu, I only know a little bit about this 'Three Question Hexagrams', and I can only see so much at present, if you continue to ask, I will show my feet. The Rootless Daoist said embarrassedly.

"But please rest assured, I have made a life and death hexagram for the prince before, and the hexagram indicates that the prince is still alive. Seeing Long Haotian's gloomy expression, the Rootless Dao people couldn't help but sigh with relief.

"I hope Fei'er can be auspicious, otherwise I will be really to blame. Long Haotian was still remorseful to himself, and Bu Xingen was just about to speak, only to hear Ma Fei's voice outside: "Two, what are you doing?"

"Tell your hall master to come out. A loud voice sounded, Bu Xingen heard the sound, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he flashed out to greet him.