Ling Huqing pinched a fire avoidance trick and leaped down, and there was an unfathomable abyss below, which was very bright by the scorching flames.

A black Jiao is tightly bound to a huge pillar by a thick chain, one end of the chain passes through its neck, and the other end passes through its tail, whether it is a chain or a pillar, you can know at a glance that it is made of ancient dark iron, and the sharpest sword in the world cannot cut it, this is the legendary dragon pillar.

The black Jiao is dozens of zhang long and several zhang thick, and it is suffering from pain. The flames burned under it all the time, and the samadhi fire made it curl up and twist its body, but it was useless, and the scales on its body fell off one after another as soon as it was burned by the fire, revealing blood-red flesh, oozing blood, and blood dripping into the fire, making the flames a few points higher.

Hei Jiao's eyes were half-closed, and a desperate and terrible wail came out of his mouth, which was the voice that Ling Huqing heard just now.

The Samadhi True Fire is very ferocious, even if it is a few feet away from the black Jiao, and he has pinched the fire avoidance trick, Ling Hu Qing still feels the heat wave is pressing, and he is sweating profusely.

With a huge roar and a violent roar, Ling Hu Qing suddenly lowered the ice blades in front of her, and one after another the ice blades were as fast as lightning, roaring towards her vital point.

The blue and white figure of the fox moved and flew in the middle of it, and the red heart sword pulled up an impermeable sword flower, and the sword flower was everywhere, the ice blade clanged, and it fell, but the white-clothed figure effortlessly passed under the lock dragon pillar. More ice blades shot at her, causing Hu Qing to gently lay out an enchantment, and the ice blades slammed into the transparent enchantment, even though the tip of the blade was extremely sharp, it could not penetrate the enchantment in the slightest.

Ling Huqing took out the secluded flute and blew it, the sad tune made people cry, and Hei Jiao was also fascinated by it, and actually forgot to continue attacking. Immediately, it realized that this song was not for people to admire, but a weapon, a peerless weapon that could put people to death.

It had a terrible headache, and it seemed that there were 10,000 ants gnawing in its brain, and it was so painful that it kept hitting its head against the dragon pillar, making a roaring sound.

"Stop blowing, I beg you to stop!" the black dragon wailed.

Ling Huqing took the grate and said loudly: "I don't know you, if you hadn't attacked me first, how could I have done this to you?"

"I thought you were ......" was a very low and tired woman's voice, her voice trembling a little, as if she was enduring great pain. Hei Jiao slowly turned his head, and Ling Hu Qing realized that its eyes were not half-closed at all, but two large black holes, and the eyelids drooped on them, looking like they were half-closed.

Who locked this black Jiao here and tortured it here?

"Who are you?" the black Jiao's body arched stiffly, and when it moved slightly, the scales on its body would open and soak in blood, making it unbearable to look at directly.

"It doesn't matter who I am, who are you, and who is detaining you here?" asked Ling Huqing.

"Actually, I don't need to ask you, the one who can come to this ghost place is either a stinky monk or a demon like me, but I didn't smell the demonic energy on you" Hei Jiao's voice became hoarse, and the scorching fire made it painful.

"Young man, can you do me a favor?" the black Jiao looked at Ling Huqing with its hollow eyes, in fact, its eyeballs had already been hollowed out, it couldn't see anything, and only judged Ling Huqing's position by sound.

Ling Hu Qing waved his hand into the air, Wan Linghao emitted a dazzling white light in the air, and laid an enchantment above the flame, the Samadhi True Fire was isolated, Hei Jiao's body was immediately under the protection of the enchantment, and the pain in his body was reduced by half at once, Hei Jiao seemed to be a little surprised, her head raised towards Ling Hu Qing, and her voice no longer trembled: "Young man, I think you are wrong, I am not begging for your mercy, but I still thank you!"

Then it whispered faintly: "Your mana is not weak, I want to ...... I think...... Please help me make a break!"

This is actually her greatest wish for so many years, if she can kill herself, why should she suffer from this purgatory.

"Dare to ask if you still have relatives in the world, or are there enemies?" asked Ling Huqing. If a person has relatives, he is not willing to die, and if he has enemies, he will not die.

"The enemy naturally has it" The black Jiao opened his mouth, and his mouth was empty, and even his teeth were pulled out, "But what else can you do if you look at me like this? He has imprisoned me here for more than a thousand years, he gouges out my eyes, pulls out my tendons, abolishes my cultivation, and every six months he puts me in this samadhi fire to roast me, causing my skin to burst and my scales to fall off, and after half a year, my skin and scales have grown, and the torture continues. ”

Ling Hu Qing was terrified when she heard this, there are such vicious people in the world, killing people can't help but nod their heads, how much hatred is there, to torture people like this for a thousand years, a thousand years, she couldn't help asking: "What about your relatives? You tell me his name, maybe I can help you find him." ”

Hei Jiao shook his head gently, his voice full of sadness: "It's long gone, it's gone, eighteen years ago, that stinky monk told me personally." ”

"Monk, ...... he?"

"Daozi, the peak master who is the most vegetablet in the Heavenly Imperial Gate. ”

"So your relative is Rou Ji?" the name that Shizun Daozi called every time he was drunk and the woman in black named Rou Ji that he met in Chenjia Village should be the same person.

"What? Who are you talking about? Have you seen her?!" Hei Jiao was shocked, his voice was full of disbelief, but he didn't give up and asked, "Young man, have you really seen Rou Ji?"

"I fought with her, to be exact, so she's not dead, it's true, I swear!" Ling Huqing thought quickly, maybe Michiko also thought that Rou Ji was dead, and didn't know that she was still alive, and that she had become Longrich's right-hand man.

Hei Jiao said excitedly: "In this way, Rou Ji is really alive, great, great!" She has survived so many years before, because she thought she would be able to see Rou Ji again, but since 18 years ago, when Daozi told her about Rou Ji's death, her heart has been like stagnant water, and she is determined to die.

Now, how could this young man not be excited and unhappy when he told her exactly this great news?

"Young man, is there anything I can do to help you?" Hei Jiao desperately wanted to express her gratitude, no matter what, Ling Huqing

used the enchantment to temporarily free her from the pain of fire, and told her such a great news.

"I ...... I think...... Ask...... Ask you, do you know how the Jinxin Fairy died?" What Ling Huqing wanted to know most was the cause of his mother's death, this Heijiao was a person in the demon world, so he might know his mother.

"Jinxin, who are you Jinxin?" Hei Jiao's voice trembled again, and she was about to continue, when suddenly a burst of purple smoke spread, and a purple figure ran to Hei Jiao's body and said sharply: "Yan Hou!"

Ling Hu Qing only felt that this voice was quite familiar, wearing a purple cloak, with a pure white robe and a golden exquisite mask, it was the Demon King Seven Evil Saint Monarch.