On the wall, Hua Yuruo, under the leadership of Ye Chusheng, turned over together.

I thought I could escape, but I didn't want another disciple to chase after me.

Elder Mu gave an order, and those people chased after them.

Hua Yuruo felt sad in her heart, not nervous or scared as expected, but ashamed to think that she had done such a thing behind her master's back.

"What, you go first!I'm the head disciple, they won't do anything to me!" Hua Yuruo told a lie and broke free of Ye Chusheng's hand. Knowing that the master would not let her go, she would rather be punished in front of him for doing something wrong.

In the blink of an eye, those disciples chased after him, but Ye Chusheng ignored Hua Yuruo's words, and as soon as the long sword came out, he swung the nearest disciple with a sword.

A stream of blood splattered out, drawing an arc in the air.

Hua Yuruo saw that the disciple had his throat cut.

Clutching his neck, the disciple fell from mid-air in pain and fell to the ground struggling.

Ye Chusheng was red-eyed, and he had no intention of stopping.

"Big cousin?!" Hua Yuruo tried to hold him, but saw him pull her to his side, the sword qi flashed, the speed was so fast, and two more disciples were hit.

The disciple who had had his throat cut before fell to the ground and was dying.

Elder Mu stood in the courtyard, his angry eyes widening.

Where did this disciple come from, his kung fu is so good, his duty disciple in this hall, even if he is not a first-class like Wei Si, is also a high-ranking disciple, so he was killed by him?

Hua Yuruo was still surprised, Ye Chusheng dragged her up and flew to a high place.

Elder Mu's palm condensed mana, and he struck at Hua Yuruo with a single blow.

Under the shroud of white light, Hua Yuruo only felt a meal all over her body, and her whole body was in pain, and then Ye Chusheng, who was pulling her, also frowned tightly.

Two mouthfuls of blood spurted out in unison and fell to the ground. Ye Chusheng only knelt on the ground with his hard support. If Hua Yu falls to the ground, it will be difficult to get up.

That's an elder with thousands of years of cultivation, in this world, there are not many immortals who really have thousands of years of cultivation, and there are only a few in Liuyun Mountain.

Hua Yuruo lay on the ground in pain, and there was blood under her face.

"Dare to kill people in my courtyard! Don't say that you are a person of unknown origin, even the head of the sect, and Elder Ben will kill him as such!"

Elder Mu glared fiercely at the two people on the ground. These two, one is Mo Yunhan's disciple, and the head of the family has always been very fond of her. One is a disciple of Liuyun Mountain, but in a hurry, he uses the swordsmanship of other sects!!

Thinking about it, Elder Mu ordered someone to carry those injured disciples out, and they were dead and wounded. Hua Yuruo and Ye Chusheng were also dragged directly into the most remote and severe immortal prison in Liuyun Mountain.

What is called "fairy prison", Hua Yuruo now understands it.

In the past, the six months of hard labor that she was punished by Mo Yunhan were nothing at all, the sanitary conditions were poor, the working hours were long, and the food was not good. But what about here? There's no food at all, there's no work.

The whole person was hung by two iron chains with his hands raised. I have no water to drink and no food to eat, and I can't even speak.

Ye Chusheng tried to use his mana but found that he had no power to restrain the chicken at all, and the iron lock controlled him as if it was bound.

Flower feathers have a bitter face. Please, I'm not an immortal yet, I don't have mana, and I can't beat you, can you let me go?

It was as dark as hell in the fairy prison, except for a shallow oil lamp in the aisle far away.

"What should we do now?" Hua Yuruo is full of entanglements and wants to cry, let Master Mo Yunhan know that he is virtuous now, why not let her die?

Ye Chusheng never spoke, his eyes were full of bloodshot because of anger, all red bloodshots, as if he had changed in the dark, and he didn't have a good skin when he grinned, just like a hungry mad dog and an angry wolf.