The dark bunker is interspersed with all kinds of corrupt sour stench.

In a cell, an inch of light pierced the damp place, and a faint oil lamp exuded a strange fragrance.

As long as it is mixed into the oil lamp, the mysterious herb possessed by the Smoked Flower Grass Oil Lamp, a kind of mysterious herb from the near-extinct Northern Wilderness Country, can make those who smell it lose their ability to cultivate immortals, and they will be weakened, like a diseased limb.

In the quiet bunker, only two voices intertwined day and night, and the sound of water droplets clearly echoed over and over again in the cracks of the rock cracks on one side.

There is also the aristocratic duke who is almost dying at the foot of the black windbreaker at the foot of the black windbreaker, one of the four major families of the Shangge of Kunlun City, the patriarch of the Great Xia clan, the uncle of the black windbreaker, and the duke of the Great Xia Ba.

Since the sand was scattered and stirred up the Yellow River sacrifice, he set up a trap to deceive him to the area of 'Tongyuan', fought several times, captured people without effort, and called people to be tied up and sent to Sunset City, so that more than a few days have passed.

He confessed that except for forcing him to swallow the 'Emperor Taiqi' stone every day, no one was allowed to communicate with him at all, and he wanted the Grand Duke to torture, kill, and feel lonely as when he had imprisoned himself in the Zhusha Mansion and abused livestock.

Compared with the original captivity, this appearance is as good as it is, and even tragic, the willpower of the Duke of Great Xia is not as tenacious as imagined, and it is indeed indefatigable.

If this dejected appearance didn't seem to be faked, then in just a few days of torture, he almost collapsed physically and mentally.

There is a trace of joy surging in the wandering heart, the person who has not seen the loved ones for a long time, and the pain of hatred.

This appearance is pleasing to the eye, falling from the power of sitting back and relaxing, experiencing prison life, blocking a breath of resentment, caused by the operation of his nephew, pain and hatred, a steady accumulation, the duke is physically and mentally exhausted, and only a breath of residual breath is left to maintain breathing.

For the nobles who are delicate and expensive, and have no worries about food and clothing, they must pay attention to the strict matching of clothes and accessories, and the food in their mouths must be divided into good days and auspicious times, so the sloppy and dirty prison environment will make him unforgettable.

With a wave of his hand, the attendant extinguished the oil lamp of the smoked grass, raised the torch, and tore through the bunker with the rotten remains of small animals.

A small cell where three people can stretch their feet stands in front of them, and the space is sunk in an oval shape, and the two walls of the prison are covered with more than 100 pounds of rusty iron cables, pulled and stretched to the ground, trapped in an orange python robe, dirty and unkempt middle-aged man.

As soon as he saw a light shining on his body, he suddenly lifted up, eager to get out of this predicament, and when he looked up, he saw a black trench coat, and when he saw the lower half of his face under the hood, he immediately raised his anger and was indignant.

In the eyes of the duke, Youli is a heinous and evil demon, who uses the only remaining strength to abandon and rage.

The black trench coat pulled down the hood, revealing a sword scar identical to his, draped across his temple and under his face, severing the bridge of his nose.

The duke's side face was stained with blood, and he looked miserable, even if he didn't speak, he was angry, and he looked at the bound iron chain first, and probed the changes in the sand beneath his seat.

The Duke did not try to break free, and not everyone could endure it as much as he could for the sake of his own purpose, and he was tenacious and unyielding.

This appearance, obedient, was overjoyed, and first stifled his usual arrogance, and then opened the door.

"Uncle has worked hard, let you be in a barren place, my nephew is condemned, I feel guilty, but my nephew has a few days of complicated things, and I am lazy, please Yaliang, come, I have brought you delicacies. "Talking like the wind, reaching out and throwing a pebble.

It made the Duke of Great Xia pale in his face, not only the Duke, but every immortal cultivator was stunned and shuddered when he saw this kind of small stone.

The Emperor's Chess Stone, every immortal cultivator, demon cultivator's nightmare, as long as it is touched, it will be absorbed by the power of immortal cultivation and completely become a decadent body.

"You've fed me the 'Imperial Chess Stone' for a year, and it's only been a few days, what makes you so scared that you are so afraid that a small stone is even stronger than the moment you walk in. Blinked, carefully studying the Duke's expression.

Smelling the words, he seemed to be annoyed a lot, and he still cared about the emperor's chess stone, as if the beast was about to pounce at any time.

"Hmph!" said Wandering with contempt.

A powerful and powerful person who has experienced countless winds and dust, this malaise, but he loses a step in momentum and is willing to give in, that is, he is a mortal who is turbid, and no matter how good his qualifications and name are described, he deceives himself.

In just a few days, this moment made wandering no longer interesting, torturing a person who had lowered his dignity like slaughtering a few livestock.

Killing, however, is just a process, they are destined to be killed, because none of them try to resist, and the flesh is at least the one who resists the most violently, from beginning to end.

He lost interest, and simply pinched the duke's jaw, and saw that he was clenching his teeth, never slackening, completely afraid of the imperial chess in his hand, and his bones were cold.

Squeezed out of the throat alive, thrown, the stone puffed up the throat, and went down against the esophagus, a negative numbness all over the body, vomiting, pain, powerlessness to return to the sky...

Wandering up, deaf to the ear.

This posture, sad eyebrows, and the original respect in my heart is gone.

Such fear, a man, a duke, an uncle who has always been arrogant, and the delicate role is just right to describe, pull on his trench coat, pull away, and when he steps out the door, the duke speaks;

"I want to... You will never forget how that lowly woman in the lower cabinet was planted in my hands. Dao, a word pierced the heart, stirring up the wandering heart.

"For the sake of a Xiage clansman, perversely, slaughtering all the families, establishing the remnant organization, repeatedly disturbing the order of the mountains and seas, and imprisoning the old man here, do you really think that you have given up the name of the inheritance of the sand and established the so-called 'dawn', and the establishment of a new order can make you famous in the mountains and seas, and the name will be eternal?

A reprimand, the depth of the illustrious generation.

"Compared with the old man, when you slaughtered the remnants of the Northern Wilderness and suppressed the remnants of the South, you were just arrogant and self-deceiving!"

After being in a trance for a long time, he only talked about his deceased wife Ling'er at the beginning, and then fell silent because he suddenly touched Ling'er, so he froze his pace, and it happened that he made up a babbling story, and his words were conclusive, and it seemed that every sentence was powerful and reasonable.

"You're right, I haven't forgotten that lowly woman in the lower cabinet...", turning around, complained, already three points angry.

The wind around him rolled up, and he had the power to control the wind element, and the bust of the Demon God loomed above him, and when he turned around, his face was overbearing.

"You're right, I haven't forgotten that lowly woman in the lower cabinet!" he repeated, asking someone to hear the words more clearly, and the wind wrapped him up and lifted him up.

The Demon God fully appeared, and the cover was free from his body, and this power and the name of the battle he had before still made the Duke sink his eyebrows with scruples.

"What if you conquered the whole world of mountains and seas, inherited the name of your ancestors, and even set up the glory three feet higher, all this has nothing to do with me at all..."

As an uncle and nephew, this bit of blood affection, getting along for decades, he never understands himself, and then he said;

"I never care about the name and figure, glory and sealing, I only care about the people I want to protect, the freedom and supreme immortal cultivation skills, your various deeds are talked about one by one in front of me, it's really ridiculous. After a pause, he continued:

"Today's situation, the fault is that you shouldn't have killed my wife Ling'er in the first place, in terms of emotion, she is your nephew-in-law, try to ask the uncle and biological parents who murdered his wife, the closest person in the world, how do you want them to call themselves again, and call themselves affectionately 'Zhusand Wandering', no, you don't know that I don't blame you, but if you don't respect me, don't condemn me for having this day, like a nightmare that makes you fall asleep every time and can't sleep all night!"