"It's so desperate. Zhao Ji sighed.

Wang Liefeng smiled slightly: "Don't despair too early." Ah, Your Highness, Lord Liu, this hole is big enough for several people to go down together. Your Highness - do you still have a rope with you?"

Zhao Ji suddenly remembered the rope he brought when he climbed over the wall before, and now it was still on him, and he hurriedly said, "I have it." It's just, what do you want a rope for?"

Wang Liefeng said: "Just in case." ”

There was a big hole in the middle of the arena, and under the violent shaking of the prison, the gravel at the entrance of the cave flew over, and it was pitch black when I looked down.

The three of them looked down at the entrance of the cave. Maybe it's because of the night, or because it's half a day in this closed prison, and the spirit has been in a state of high tension, Zhao Ji doesn't feel sleepy, only a kind of dizzy exhaustion. The hole is bottomless, there is a kind of black that is so thick that it can't be dissolved, it is because the ink has been studied for too long, the whole inkstone is melted into a thick deep black, silk-like twisting, it seems that as long as you use your hand, your fingertips will be contaminated by a puddle of black, indulge in it and then disappear.

Wang Liefeng tied the rope around his wrist. The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding and clinging to the rope. Then he tied the other end of the rope to Zhao Ji's hand, just like when he jumped over the wall before. Then he turned his head and said, "Lord Liu, I'll say it directly." You have a lot of internal strength, you don't need help from below, do you?"

Liu Anshi said with a smile: "No need, you can escort His Highness well! It's just that no matter how powerful my piano is, I can only hold on for a while, and if everything collapses here, I can't do anything." Don't be nostalgic now, you have to get out quickly!"

As he spoke, the wind raged in all directions.

I don't know where such a cold and violent wind came from, but it could blow through this completely closed prison, blowing sand and rocks around, and it was a blur.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar at the top of the prison, and all of a sudden, the sky cracked, and the top cracked into thousands of pieces, as if it were a dry and cracked earth hanging upside down, and it was broken and fell, and it was the sky that broke countless holes, and it only took a moment, a blink of an eye, and an intact world was about to return to the chaos and darkness before the opening of the world—but there was a light!

Zhao Ji looked up suddenly, and saw that on the top of the distant ceiling, there was a light, like a west-sinking, round, scarlet moon, that light shone strongly, evilly, tempting people to go there, and the red light passed through the twists and turns around the crack.

Zhao Ji was stunned to look at the glowing cracks, which suddenly widened, and then burst open- said that it was too late, Wang Liefeng grabbed him violently and jumped into the hole, Liu Anshi also jumped down, one hand plucked back and forth seven strings, like a large waterfall pouring down from the top of the cliff, with the meaning of sword light and sword shadow, its force even made Zhao Ji feel sore, and the stones above his head did shatter into quicksand one by one with this strong force, and their bodies completely left the arena, and the moment the whole place entered the cave, it was a violent wind, the red moon-like light suddenly hidden, hundreds of stones fell violently, and burst down in front of Zhao Ji's eyes。 Zhao Ji finally knew that this place was collapsing, surging down like waves, and in just a moment, it roared and roared and flooded the entrance of this cave!

Perhaps, this prison itself was built for the flying dragons, and it has been accompanied day and night for more than ten years. As soon as he died, the place lost its meaning of existence.

When Zhao Ji fell, the only remaining firelight was extinguished, and only the night pearl that he was holding tightly emitted a lustrous and bright light, like a small moon. Zhao Ji looked at this bead and felt a little comforted in his heart.

However, this sense of stability only lasted for a very short time.

Because the next moment when they should have landed and looked for an exit, they kept falling, straight and endlessly!

They were getting closer and closer to the exit, where there seemed to be a little light, faint and secret, but it was there.

Wang Liefeng blurted out: "Could it be that?!"

Liu Anshi said: "The most desperate state of despair is not in the eighteenth layer of hell, but in an unattainable height!"

Zhao Ji said: "What?"

He quickly understood what they were talking about.

For a moment, there was a lot of light around him, and the white light pierced him so much that he could barely open his eyes.

He put his hand to his eyes and looked through his fingers—a blue, grey white sky, surrounded by cold smoke, and flocks of birds flying underneath him.

High on the top of this mountain, there are only smoke and clouds in all directions, and you know that the world is low when you reach the top.

Everything is far away, far away, whether it is high in the sky above, or the smoke clouds and ground below, it is far away.

The prison was built in mid-air, on top of a cliff.

When it reached the top, a part of the hard ore was chiseled out of it, hollowed out from the middle, and dug into it along the hill to dig out a huge cell, which had two levels, the upper layer was for normal prisoners who were not condemned to death, and there was still food, and from the lower level, they were isolated from the world and had no food, except to go to the arena in the middle. The arena is drop-shaped, embedded in the middle of a cliff, small at the top and large at the bottom, pointed at the top and rounded at the bottom, with openings at the top for food to be received by the flying rays, and at the bottom, it is polished so smooth that if you fall from here, you don't even have a chance to regret it.

It's sinister.

Suddenly, the three of them felt a strong wind under them, different from the cold wind just now, it was a warm and slightly bloody gust of wind with the smell of animals!

- It's an eagle!

A white eagle!

It is not very large, and its whole body is snow-white, from the beak to the tail feathers to the paws, it is pure and splendidly white, and it is as white as a dense fog that cannot be dissolved!

It circled over, driving away a flock of crows. Zhao Ji had never seen so many such dense crows, the crows flew under the three of them, and the people landed on them, which were soft and smooth bird feathers, and the flock carried them down slowly, and the flock of birds was shocked by the white eagle, and did not dare to disperse, take them, and fly straight to the sky!

Then the white eagle let out a long roar and swooped down, and the flock of birds followed suit, like a flying black blanket, with long black hair fluttering in the wind, and the moment they landed on the flat ground on the top of the mountain, the birds fluttered and flew up, and the white eagle turned around, and flew towards a man not far away, and landed on his shoulder, a white one, like a statue piled up in snow.

The man walked over and said, "Great, it's not too late, is it?"

He had jet-black hair and a tall, muscular figure with golden eyes shining brightly.

Wang Liefeng was surprised and delighted, and said, "-Wanyan Sheng!"