Chapter 492: The Bottomless Well

Changle Jing's neck blood was sprinkled in the courtyard. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Han Bing leaned on the tiger skin chair and looked at the little palace maid coldly: "Changle Jing's blood has been spilled all over the courtyard, if there is no divine well, your fate will be even worse than him!" Han Bing glanced at Chang Lejing's corpse on the ground: "Chop his body to pieces and throw it into the snake pit!"

Chang Lejing's body was dragged away, but the smell of blood in the air grew stronger.

The little palace maid raised her little face: "I haven't experienced it either, but I promise that I haven't deceived the general......" She glanced at Han Bing, and quickly lowered her head, and the two soft white little hands were caressing the corners of her clothes again.

Time passed little by little, and the blood was dry, but there was still no trace of the old well.

Cold Ice was getting tired of waiting.

"What about the Shenjing you are talking about?" Han Bing had a pair of eyes and glared at the little palace maid fiercely: "If you play tricks on me, you will die!"

The little palace maid shook her head: "After dark, if you still can't find the divine well, I am willing to die!"

Han Bing sneered, he immediately ordered to go down, ask someone to take care of the little palace maid, and if it was dark and did not find the sacred well, he would immediately cut off his head and show it to the public.

Two stout men stood behind the little palace maid, and as long as Han Bing gave an order, they were about to move and tear the weak woman to pieces.

It was slowly getting dark.

Cold Ice's patience had reached its limit, and he slowly stood up, and suddenly flashed his sharp short knife. He suddenly regretted killing Changle Jing, and he felt that he had been tricked by a little woman.

Where is there any sacred well?

An inexhaustible treasure trove of gold and silver?

How can it be?

With a cold face, he stood in front of the little palace maid: "What else do you have to say?"

The little palace maid didn't speak, he looked around and sighed softly.

Night falls.

A large abandoned palace slowly sinks into thick darkness.

The torches were lit, and the courtyard was as bright as day.

The smell of blood in the night wind faded.

The little maid was tied to a stone pier, and dry firewood was piled up around the stone pier.

Han Bing snatched a torch from his subordinates and walked towards the little palace maid with a cruel smile.

The little palace maid pounded her head, and Han Bing couldn't see her face.

Han Bing sneered, and the torch in his hand slammed into the dry pyre.

The dry pyre was lit, the fire borrowed the power of the wind, and the flames were strung up as high as they were at once.

The little palace maid's pale little face was red by the firelight.

Han Bing stared fiercely at the little palace maid in the fire: "I'll burn you to death first, and then leave your whole family, young and old, no one ......" He said and suddenly stopped. For he suddenly saw a red light in the courtyard.

The bright and dazzling red light completely suppressed the light of the torch.

The cold ice was stunned!

Hundreds of masters with advanced spiritual power cultivation were also stunned.

As soon as the red light came on, before everyone could react, the red light disappeared all at once.

The red light disappeared in a corner of the yard!

After the red light disappeared, an old well suddenly appeared on the ground.

The old well is indeed too old, the wellhead is mottled with moss, and many of the stones surrounding the wellhead are weathered.

The little palace maid shouted at the top of her voice: "Shenjing...... Kamii ......"

Han Bing finally came back to his senses, and he immediately ordered his subordinates to save the little palace maid from the fire.

The little palace maid's clothes were burned with several holes, her hair was burned off several locks, and her delicate and small face was also blackened by the smoke. She couldn't care about these anymore, and ran towards the old well with an excited face.

Han Bing and his subordinates followed closely behind the little palace maid and cautiously surrounded them.

The wellhead is not large, the water level is very low, and in the narrow old well, a layer of mist floats, and there is a stone ladder leading directly to the well.

The little palace maid stood and looked down at the well, and suddenly turned around with an excited face: "General, this is what I said about the divine well, which contains countless gold and silver treasures!"

Han Bing was overjoyed: "If there is a treasure in the well, I will give you a great credit!"

Han Bing couldn't wait, and he took his subordinates and rushed in.

Han Bing and his subordinates are all masters of advanced spiritual cultivation, and even if there is no stone ladder, they can easily go down.

The wellhead is not large, but it is extremely deep.

It has been going down for a long time, and it has not yet reached the surface of the water.

Han Bing was a little annoyed, and he shouted down at the top of his voice, "What's the situation down there?"

"Not yet at the bottom of the well!" a voice came from below, echoing through the deep well.

"General, there's something wrong with this well...... You still go up and wait, and as soon as there is news, your subordinates will immediately come up and report it. "At the foot of the cold ice is the master of the turtle, the personal bodyguard of the cold ice.

Master Divine Turtle's spiritual power cultivation has greatly improved, and now he has cultivated into a human form and has been promoted to the ranks of divine beasts.

Han Bing looked up.

The narrow wellhead above has long been invisible. The well was filled with mist, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Han Bing sneered: "This well is very likely to be the secret treasure vault of the Great Zhao Empire...... If I don't enter the tiger's den, I will get a tiger, and with my teacher by my side, what am I afraid of?"

Master Turtle smiled bitterly and did not speak again. From the spirit beast to the divine beast, there is a long period of tribulation, if the tribulation is successful, the spiritual power cultivation can rise in a straight line, if the tribulation fails, not only the spiritual power can not be improved, but there are also worries about life.

Master Turtle didn't say it, and Han Bing didn't know either. Not only is Han Bing's spiritual power cultivation not high, but his knowledge is also limited, and most of his energy is used in power techniques.

Han Bing is deeply loved by Luo Xiaoming, not because of Han Bing's spiritual power cultivation, but because of Han Bing's superb manipulation skills.

Master Divine Turtle was originally Han Bing's master, but now, this master is willing to be Han Bing's personal guard.

This time, among the hundreds of subordinates brought by Han Bing, each of them had a spiritual cultivation higher than his own, but these cultivators with advanced spiritual cultivation were managed by Han Bing obediently, and they were all willing to work for Han Bing.

Listening to Han Bing's words, Master Divine Turtle was very grateful. He had secretly sworn that even if he died, he would protect the safety of the cold ice.

The further down you go, the thicker the fog becomes.

The further down you go, the cooler it gets.

The shrine has not yet bottomed out.

Han Bing's heart was a little weak. He looked down at the Turtle Master, and suddenly said, "Is that woman lying to us?"

Master Divine Turtle smiled bitterly: "It's hard to say...... But this well is indeed quite extraordinary. ”

Han Bing said eagerly: "Is there really an inexhaustible treasure of gold and silver in this well?"

The Divine Turtle Master sighed, "I can't count!"

Han Bing was surprised: "You are famous for your divine calculations, can't you see through this well?"

"This well is not trivial!" the Turtle Master sighed, "I can't sense its existence at all!"

Although spiritual consciousness and divine consciousness have the function of anti-heaven of unpredictable prophets, opponents who have cultivated to a high level have the function of anti-spiritual consciousness and divine consciousness, and can even create some false phenomena to make divine consciousness and spiritual consciousness make mistakes. Therefore, in front of the true masters, spiritual consciousness and divine consciousness will not play a role.

Master Turtle let out another long sigh.

(End of chapter)