A truncated wooden bridge appeared.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, but finally landed on the wooden bridge.

With every step they took, the wooden bridge automatically paved the way ahead.

Every time they lifted their footsteps, the wooden bridge behind them sank silently to the bottom of the water.

Nangong Douling walked at the forefront, and she realized that no one spoke.

People don't seem to want to break the silence of this world with their voices.

There's a sense of sacredness here.

There is also a depressing sense of loneliness.

The group of Nangong Douling finally walked to the towering gate of the Tower of Babel, looking at the untouchable lintel, the tall beams and the immensely strong pillars.

She looked at the entrance of the black hole, took a deep breath of the tasteless air, and mustered up the courage to step into the Tower of Babel.

She had been nailed to the floor in the middle of nowhere.

As soon as she stepped inside, countless lights lit up above the tower.

The lanterns are like glowing swallows, fluttering in the air in an orderly manner.

It's like clusters of ghost fires, eerie.

Under the illumination of these lamps, a strange shadow fell on Nangong Douling's face.

She looked straight ahead in amazement.

The tower was empty and spacious, with no furniture growing on the floor, and two large pillars in front of it were connected to thick iron chains.

There are four chains in total, all the way to the center of the post.

There, the iron chain locked a person's hands and feet, and pulled it away fiercely, so that the person took on a large font shape, hanging in the air above everyone's heads, about twenty or thirty meters from the ground.

She held her breath and looked up at the hanging man.

She recognized him by his physical form.

It was a fifteen-year-old boy, and there was no one else but him.

The boy's face was covered with whip marks, his face was covered in blood, his clothes were in tatters, the exposed flesh was all open, and drops of half-coagulated blood dripped from the soles of his feet onto the wooden floor, where there was already a large pool of solid plasma.

The chains were also mottled with blood.

Such a bloody, embarrassed, whipped and bruised young man, it is hard to imagine that he is the half-dead sect master who was so high-spirited that he tortured Nangong Doubell some time ago.

Nangong Douling wondered if it was the same person.

The other three men who came in with her all watched in silence.

Lee's breath shortened and he was about to ask a question.

Without warning, four golden leather whips flew down from the distant ceiling.

The whip shimmered with dazzling light, surrounding the unconscious boy on the chain.

Without saying any hello, the four leather whips made a cracking sound and whipped the boy with a vicious force.

The boy awoke from his coma in pain, his limbs struggling in pain under the chains, a hoarse growl in his throat, and his head raised to suffer from these whippings.

With each whiplash, sparks flashed between the golden whip and the flesh.

Only then did Nangong Douling understand that these leather whips were hot and hot, and the golden light on them was actually flames.

The flaming leather whip whipped the boy and howled miserably, his hands and feet were torn and kicked, and the chains rattled.

She couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and shouted at the ceiling, where there were only lamps and no other creatures, "Enough! Stop! Stop beating him!

With this loud shout, the flaming leather whip stopped, and it was quietly suspended around the boy.

The boy seemed to notice her presence, and tried to open his eyes in the blood and look to the ground.

She saw that he actually smiled at the corners of his mouth.

The boy said, "I calculated that you would come back, but you seem to be long late, what is there in the world that has delayed you for so long?"

Nangong Douling frowned, "Your name is Ye Yang, right?"

The young man smiled, "Ye Yang, it's just one of my names, I advise you to call me Sect Master, it's more polite." ”

This guy is still the same as before, even after being beaten so badly, his temper has not changed at all.

Nangong Douling said: "Great Sect Master, the last time I saw you, I was still full of spirit and majesty, how did you end up so miserable today? I feel pain when I look at it. ”

The boy raised his head and laughed loudly, "It hurts, I told you before, I don't hurt!"

"Really, what you screamed was just a hobby?"

The young man suddenly lost his laughter and became gloomy, "I am not afraid of pain, but this fire whip, after being whipped, will make the wound itch unbearable! This itch penetrates deep into my bone marrow, penetrates deep into my internal organs, and makes me itch to dig out my heart and lungs! These fires, like ants, bite my flesh with their thin teeth! He knows my weakness, knows that I have no pain, and knows that I am afraid of itching, so he will treat me with such capital punishment!"

The boy tried his best to complain of resentment.

"He, who is he?" Nangong Douling turned her head to look around the Tower of Babel, except for Ye Yang and her gang, she didn't see anyone else's existence.

Ye Yang laughed dryly twice, and said, "What, you brought a friend over as a guest today?" Let me see who it is......

His gaze swept over the three people behind Nangong Douling.

Suddenly, he stopped on Dai Zexing's face, his pupils shrank, "This person ......"

Dai Zexing looked at him in confusion, Sima Changmian seemed to feel sympathy, and with a movement of his fingers, the black charm on Dai Zexing's mouth fell off.

Dai Zexing took a big breath, but he didn't dare to complain about Sima Changmian, for fear that Sima Changmian would be shut again.

He whispered in Nangong Douling's ear: "That's what you said, what kind of weird sect master looks like me......?"

"His face is bloody now, I guess even his own mother can't recognize him, and when he has a chance to wash his face, you will know how similar it is. ”

Nangong Douling said, looked at Ye Yang again, and shouted: "The grievances between you and me, I can suppress it first, I have more important things that I need your help with, I want you to lead the way, I will find a way to let you down and then speak." ”

She glanced at the pillar, and suddenly took out a white talisman from Li Xuan's pocket, risked the imbalance of aura, activated the floating charm, flew into the air, stopped in front of Ye Yang, and looked at him. Under the bloodstained facial features, Ye Yang looked at her with a very tired and tender look, and the previous sharpness, fierceness and coldness were difficult to find for a while.

He suddenly said: "Your mother is very strange, she is clearly a snake of the bamboo leaf green variety, but the color is mutated, and the snake scales are pure and white, she must have absorbed some kind of strange essence in that bamboo forest." ”

Nangong Douling squinted his eyes and looked at him, "How do you know ......?"

"Of course I know the purpose of your coming to me, such a simple little skill as reading people's minds, I don't need to cultivate the Twelve Immortal Dao Soul Attracting Dafa, you think your mother was trapped in this other world, so she came back. It's not for me ......"