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Yue Lingfeng entered the tunnel from the entrance of the bed in a flash. I saw an oil lamp lit on the wall below, which gave out a pale yellow light. Although he knew that the old servant in front of him was deaf and dumb, Yue Lingfeng was still light and did not make a sound.

Yue Lingfeng sneaked quietly for a short distance, and saw that about two feet away in front of him, the old servant was holding a bunch of keys in his right hand, inserting one of them into a keyhole, turning it around a few times, and pushing it inward. Only the sound of rolling could be heard, and a stone door slowly opened.

The old servant put the key in his bosom, picked up the toilet at his feet with his right hand and walked into the stone door. Yue Lingfeng quietly followed behind him, and when he passed through the stone gate, he put an iron pestle about two feet long that had been prepared in advance on the side of the door.

The pestle was as thick as an adult's arm. If any mechanism is touched, if the stone door closes automatically, it will be blocked by this iron bar, and it will not be able to close tightly. With this gap that could not be closed, he could use the cold iron heavy sword to pry open the stone door

Of course, Yue Lingfeng hoped that such a thing would be better not to be born.

The tunnel sloped all the way down, and after walking out of dozens of zhang, I came to a door again.

The deaf old servant put down the toilet again, reached into his bosom and took out the key, picked one out and opened the door, but this time it was an iron door.

Yue Lingfeng quietly followed the old servant like a ghost. He was now sloping downward, and he was afraid that he had gone deeper into the ground for more than a hundred feet. The tunnel turned a few corners, and another door appeared in front of it. The third portal is made of four gates, behind an iron door, a wooden door nailed with cotton wool, followed by an iron door, and another wooden door nailed with cotton.

Entering this door, Yue Lingfeng paid more attention to concealing his figure, although his feet landed silently, he was still very careful, and every step he took landed at the same time as the feet of the dumb servant in front of him. At the same time, the breathing was dense and the sound was almost inaudible, preventing anyone other than the old servant from entering the dungeon.

After that, he walked more than ten zhang one after another, and there was no more door. There is only an oil lamp in the tunnel, and the oil lamp has been extinguished in some places, and it is even darker.

The air here is breathless, and the walls and floors are damp and full of water droplets. After walking so far, it is estimated that I have gone deep into the bottom of the West Lake. A few more zhang forward, the tunnel suddenly narrowed, and he had to bow his body, the further he went, the lower he bent over, but fortunately, Yue Lingfeng had already taken off the cold iron heavy sword behind his back and held it in his hand before the dumb servant opened the third path.

After walking a few more feet, the old servant stopped, put down the dinner plate and the toilet, took out the fire fold from his bosom, lit the oil lamp on the wall, and in the faint light, he saw another iron door in front of him, and there was a hole in the iron door that was a foot square. Yue Lingfeng thought, "This should be the black prison where I am imprisoned and let me go. ”

The old servant first put the toilet into the square hole. It is said to be a toilet, but it is actually a clay pot with a handle. It is used to hold defecation. There was the clinking of chains through the square holes. I guess it was the man in the prison who took over the toilet.

Then the old servant put the wooden tray with the water and food into the square hole.

Yue Lingfeng thought, "Right now! Suddenly, he raised his hand and sprinkled a packet of medicinal powder through the square hole. A faint scent of flowers permeated the entire dungeon.

A person's angry voice suddenly came from inside the iron gate: "How dare you dare? Humble...... ......".

The clatter of chains, the sound of wooden plates and bowls falling to the ground came from the square holes. A strong gust of wind blew out of the square hole. I thought it was to let me retreat in a hurry, and at the same time blow out some of the medicinal powder with the palm wind.

The old servant suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and he fell to the ground as soon as it was dark.

However, only a small part of the medicinal powder blown out by the palm wind was blown, and most of the medicinal powder still permeated the cell. Let me retreat to the corner of the prison and hold my breath.

Yue Lingfeng raised his hand again, and five paper bags flew into the cell through the square hole in the iron door. Yue Lingfeng used his dark strength when he threw it, and the five paper bags exploded in the air as soon as they flew into the cell. More powdered medicine filled the cell.

This medicinal powder is a kind of inhalation powerful drug made by Baiyaomen, called "Baihua Soul Dispersion", which is powerful and expensive. Yue Lingfeng bought a lot of them through the guò underworld path.

If you fight with a master like Ren Wu Xing in another place, it will be difficult for these medicinal powder methods to be effective. A master like him, as long as he holds his breath, uses the palm wind and sleeve wind to force away most of the medicinal powder, and at the same time quickly leaves the contaminated area of the medicinal powder. This trick of sprinkling the powder is useless.

But now he was trapped in this room, and he couldn't get out. The square hole in the iron door is two feet square. As soon as the powder exploded indoors, even one percent of the square holes were forced out with the palm wind. And he was chained in a cell and could not escape.

Now just holding my breath and not being poisoned for the time being. But man has to breathe. He couldn't never go without gasping. Yue Lingfeng was not in a hurry, he had an antidote in his mouth in advance, and this "Hundred Flowers Dissipating Souls" did not work for him. He stood quietly by the iron gate.

After about half a pillar of incense, Ren Xing finally couldn't hold it back, opened his mouth and took a big breath. A faint fragrance of flowers entered his lungs, and he immediately felt that the world was spinning, his internal strength was deep, and he held on to the wall with his hand and did not fall down immediately.

When he took a second breath, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell to the ground with the clanging of chains.

Yue Lingfeng waited outside for a stick of incense again. Only then did he walk to the front of the iron door and look into the cell through the square hole. Although an oil lamp is lit in the hallway, it shines from the spot where the light shines through the square hole. It was pitch black in the rest of the shadows.

However, Yue Lingfeng was naturally prepared. He took out five candles and lit them on an oil lamp. Thrown into the square hole. Yue Lingfeng's hand is extremely exquisite. The candle flew flat in the air, and although the candle flame was blown smaller by the wind, it was not extinguished.

When the candle falls steadily on the ground, the candle flame falls steadily. Five candles illuminated the cell, a small cell that lay in one corner on one side, shackled hands and feet, chained to the wall.

Yue Lingfeng still didn't dare to be careless, and popped out more than two dozen stones in a row with his finger magic power. Shot all the holes he could shoot from the angle of the square hole of the iron gate.

You can't blame Yue Lingfeng for being careful, the iron door of this cell needs the four keys of the "Four Friends of Jiangnan" to be opened in order before it can be opened. If you use a cold iron heavy sword to slash, it is estimated that this iron door can also be destroyed. But Yue Lingfeng was worried about the same as he was worried about the previous three gates, and he didn't know if the violent destruction would touch any mechanism.

Therefore, Yue Lingfeng had to follow the method of Ling Hu Chong and Ren Xing in the original book, and drill through the two-foot square hole on this iron gate.

However, the martial arts that I practice are deadly star-sucking**. If it weren't 100% true that he had lost the ability to resist, it wouldn't be a joke if he was halfway through the hole and he was sucked into a waste.

After Yue Lingfeng finished ejaculating the big hole on his body, he was relieved. He first leaned his iron heavy sword against the door, and in a flash, like a loach, drilled through the square hole in the iron door. Then he reached out and took the cold iron heavy sword leaning against the door through the square hole.

Yue Lingfeng cautiously approached Ren Xing, took out two stainless steel cuffs from his backpack, and while guarding, he quickly put Ren Xing's hands behind his back, tightly clutched them together, and then cuffed his feet together in the same way. Between the two cuffs is a steel chain the size of an egg.

After buckling it like this, a generation of heroes let me do it is a suffocated posture with four horses and all hooves lying on the ground.

At this time, Yue Lingfeng really breathed a sigh of relief.

He picked up a candle on the floor, walked over to the bed where he slept, and lifted off the straw mat that covered it. The iron bed board underneath was exposed.

By the candlelight, you can clearly see that the iron plate on the bed is indeed full of handwriting, and I don't know how many words are densely packed.

Yue Lingfeng quickly browsed it from his head, and it read: "The old man's life is happy and revengeful, killing people like hemp, and being imprisoned at the bottom of the lake is also a due reward." Only the old man is trapped here, and he is full of miraculous skills, and he will inevitably die with the old man's dry bones.

The essence of the old man's divine skills is here, and the book is here, and the children of later generations will learn it, and they can dominate the world, and the old man will die and be immortal. First, the following inscriptions on the ...... of sitting on the gong are all methods of regulating qi and performing gong. It is full of terms such as "breathing", "Yishou Dantian", "Qi turning Jinjing", "Ren Mai" and so on.

Yue Lingfeng thought to himself: This is "Star Sucking**"! He hurriedly took out a piece of white silk from his backpack, because the silk cloth was extremely thin, and when opened, it was the size of a sheet, as well as a gourd filled with mixed ink and some rubbing tools. Then I began to brush ink on the iron bed board and printed.

After a while, it was printed. Yue Lingfeng carefully checked it, and after making sure that there was no omission, he gathered his palms, quickly steamed the ink on the silk cloth, and then folded the silk cloth with "Absorbing Stars**" into his backpack.

After Yue Lingfeng put away the rubbing tools, he took out the cold iron heavy sword from the leather bag and wiped it on the iron bed board. The "Star Sucking**" engraved on it was smoothed out.

Then with a swing of the heavy sword, Zigan slashed through the chains on the wall that were attached to the four original shackles. Yue Lingfeng put away the cold iron heavy sword, first smoothed the heavy sword out of the square hole, and then stuffed it out of the square hole. In the last flash, he also drilled out of the square hole.

Yue Lingfeng lifted the ground with one hand, and carried the cold iron heavy sword along the way he came, galloping outward.

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