As soon as I entered the main hall, it suddenly opened up, and the inside was as bright as day. At the top of the main hall, every three meters, there is a night pearl, each of which is the size of a duck's egg, emitting fluorescence, and illuminating the hall without any dead ends.

The main hall is 200 square meters in size, and there are a few steps leading down to the ground, like a subway station in the world.

Along the steps, Mu Zifeng went down to the ground, and under the ground were lanes extending in all directions, each of which was more than three zhang wide, extending out, making the entire underground like a city. Buildings such as underground shopping malls and air-raid shelters in the secular world are nothing compared to here.

There are three floors underground, and Mu Zifeng estimates that there must be an area of 100,000 square meters.

"Is the construction of such a huge project just to find the passage to the Mangchuan Continent?" Mu Zifeng had a faint suspicion in his heart.

"Just the night pearl inlaid every three meters in that corridor is worth a lot, I'm afraid that the entire underground building doesn't have tens of billions of magic crystals don't want to be built, in this deep mountain and old forest, where rabbits don't, spend tens of billions of magic crystals to build an underground city, what does this magic temple want to do?"

After six rounds of investigations, Mu Zifeng followed Hou Liu to a corner of this underground city, that is, the closest to the edge and the deepest place.

Is this where the cell of the Demon Temple is located?

This is an independent space enclosed by three demonic iron fence doors, there is a corridor in the enclosed place, the corridor is lined with two rows of cells, each row has thirty rooms, each cell has more than thirty square meters, and the cell door is also made of demonic iron, which is extremely strong.

Guarding the cell were a guard team led by two fifth-order archmages, plus the two archmages, this squad had a total of sixteen guards.

Mu Zifeng used two demon borer adults and fourteen larvae to control everyone, not to mention the adults, the larvae can only control twelve hours, but it is enough. At present, under the cultivation of his spiritual power, the larva is also as good as an adult.

"Bang la!" The fine iron gate opened, and Mu Zifeng and Hou Liu stepped in.

A foul smell came to my nose.

The detainees were chained to demonic iron chains, and the collarbones and bones were pierced, and the stench came from the blood that had suppurated from the wounds.

Mu Zifeng frowned. The spiritual power radiated out, because he felt that Mu Zizhou was in this cell, and it was very close to him, very close.

"Huh, stooge, dog's leg!"

"Terran scum!"

"Phew, kneel and lick the master's grandson!"

As soon as Mu Zifeng stepped into the corridor, he hula, and the iron doors of the cells on both sides were full of people, these people with chains, all of them had dark pupils, and it could be seen that the so-called prisoners here were all Terrans.

But they all looked at Mu Zifeng with disdain, "What kind of good person can you be who came in side by side with the guards?"

Two of the children even started peeing in front of him, and the smell of the fish immediately diffused, mixed with a foul smell, more disgusting than going to a public toilet that no one in the world managed.

Mu Zifeng's face was unwavering. He walked inside.

There are more than 50 people in each cell, and there are 60 cells in this prison, and according to rough statistics, there are 3,000 people in prison!

Mu Zifeng was furious, he had never seen so many Terrans in the Demon Realm at one time, let alone so many Terran prisoners. They were tortured horribly.

These people have different cultivations, he felt it, the highest cultivation is the peak of the fifth-order great magician, and the lowest cultivation is thirty-four children, three or four years old, there is no cultivation at all.

Among these people, most of them are men, but there are also more than 300 female cultivators, but both men and women have been pierced by the thin iron chains made of demonic iron through their collarbones, pigs and dogs are inferior, skinny, and in an extremely miserable state.

"Master!" Suddenly, Mu Zifeng heard a familiar voice, he walked quickly to the door of the third cell on the left, and saw a beggar-like man with a beard half an inch long on his face, a dark face, and tattered clothes, standing in front of the iron window, looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"Zi Zhou?"

"Master, I'm Zi Zhou. ”

"Quick, open the prison door!"

Mu Zifeng ordered one of the two archmages in charge of guarding.

"Yes, master!" the man quickly took out the key, and with a bang, opened the cell door.

With a "plop", Mu Zizhou knelt at Mu Zifeng's feet, his shoulders shrugged, he couldn't cry, the chains on his collarbones were pulled, and the red blood flowed out, but he didn't care. "Master, Zizhou is useless, let the master be in danger!"

"Where did Zi Zhou say it? Mu Zifeng helped him up.

"I thought I'd never see my master again!" Mu Zizhou's lips spurted, and bean-sized tears crackled and fell.

Mu Zifeng's eyes were also moist. Since receiving Mu Zizhou, the two have been together day and night in the mysterious human tomb for more than ten months, and they have long been like brothers. Mu Zizhou has always been a person who is not good at words, and even a little wooden, but he obeys Mu Zifeng's words, and Mu Zifeng has long adapted to his existence, and today, this is his true feelings.

Men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place!

"You deceive people too much!"

The dark green light flashed, and the thin chain of demonic iron locked on Mu Zizhou's collarbone broke in two, and Mu Zifeng reached out and pulled out the chain and threw it to the ground. He stretched out his hand again, and there was an extra elixir in his hand.

Mu Zizhou took the elixir with both hands and swallowed it in his mouth without hesitation, and the penetrating wound on his collarbone healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hey, Mu Zizhou, what the hell is going on, isn't he from the Demon Palace!"

"It's his grandma!" Mu Zizhou held back a sentence, "This is my master, a good man who stands up to the sky and the earth, how can he be compared to those pigs and dogs in the Demon Palace!"

"Ah, it's not the people of the Demon Temple, isn't that here to save us!"

"My lord, save us, for the sake of the same human race, save us!"

"My lord, and us!"

"Brother Zizhou, don't forget the brothers and sisters in the same prison!"

"Yes, my lord, get us out, please!" The three four or five-year-old boys who were in the same prison as Mu Zizhou knelt at Mu Zifeng's feet, pulling his trouser legs and begging.

Mu Zifeng felt that the softest place in his heart felt as if he had been stabbed, and it hurt hotly, these were all Terran brothers and sisters of the same clan as him.

"This demon temple is too miserable and inhumane, these are still children!" he reached out and helped the three children up.

"Master, Zi Zhou also begs you, save these human brothers and sisters, what kind of life they live is human. Speaking of this, the one-meter-seventy-five man choked up.

"Yes, sir, help us!"

"Plop, plop," the black press in the cell crushed a large area to his knees.

"Save, no one is missing!" Mu Zifeng bit his lower lip. He tilted his head and gave the order with his mental power.

"Bang, bang!" "Bang, bang!" The sixteen guards who were controlled by the demon borer jumped out, the big iron doors were opened one by one, and the prisoners rushed out of the cells with chains, and the wide corridors were overcrowded in an instant, and the black pressure was full of heads.

"Don't mess around, fourth-order magicians and above, stand in front!" Mu Zifeng's spiritual power moved, and Hou Liufu had already given an order.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and about three hundred monks and monks came to the front.

The sixteen guards did not slack off, stepped forward to untie the chains on the collarbones of the three hundred people, and Mu Zifeng took out the pills snatched from the Xuanchengmen powerhouse from the storage bag, and asked the recovered Mu Zizhou and Hou Liu and others to send them to them. And the sixteen guards continued to unlock the locks for the people.

After about half an hour of busy work, everyone's chains were opened, and those pills were only enough for three hundred people, after all, Mu Zifeng had nothing to prepare.

"The fifth-order great mage stands in front!" Hou Liu issued another order from Mu Zifeng.

"Boom," the thirty-four fifth-order Great Magicians walked in front of Mu Zifeng. Although these thirty-four people have been imprisoned for a long and short time, their cultivation is high, and their bodies are stronger than the others, and although they have swallowed the pill, they have not fully recovered their strength in a short time, but they also have a certain combat effectiveness.

"You are divided into two groups, one group of seventeen people, the first group is responsible for the charge, and the second group is responsible for the rear of the palace!" Mu Zifeng's words were short and clear.

"You, you, what's your name?" Mu Zifeng pointed to the two middle-aged men at the peak of the fifth-order great magician.

"My name is Xu Qiang. ”

"My name is Zhao Xuan. The two clasped their fists and saluted.

"Xu Qiang is the leader of any group, charge with me!Zhao Xuan is the leader of the second group, responsible for the queen of the palace!"

"Yes, my lord!" the two of them took the order, and each of them took the monks who had already been divided into groups and arranged their own arrangements.

"The nun and the child walk in the middle, and the man is responsible for protecting them!"

In a short period of time, Mu Zifeng understood clearly that those children were all arrested with their mothers or fathers, and they were generally taken care of by adults, which also saved him a lot of trouble.

I have to say that the seventeen-year-old Mu Zifeng is like a general commanding thousands of troops at the moment, and with such an arrangement, the three thousand stragglers immediately have order.

Although they didn't have the weapons they had in hand, these Terrans were smart, and except for the children, they all copied the thin chain of demonic iron in their hands, which was tougher than ordinary weapons. When I held it in my hand, I immediately became a lot more courageous.

"Do any of you have a spirit bag?" Mu Zifeng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked Hou Liu to ask them one by one.

Everyone who could ask shook their heads.

Mu Zifeng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but he was immediately replaced by perseverance.

Although he looks majestic, but he also beats the drum in his heart, so many people want to be taken out together, he really has no bottom in his heart, if only there was a spirit bag made of moqingstone, he can put all these people in it, so that he can sneak out unconsciously, but now, he only has a storage bag made of Moro stone, and he can't hold living things at all.

It seems that he can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and how much he can run out depends on everyone's creation, but he can only think about this in his heart, and it is impossible to say it at all.

What's most important now?

- Faith, the confidence to escape!

"Let's go!" he waved his right hand!

More than 3,000 people, raising their feet high, walked lightly, and touched the exit of the dungeon, but with so many people, and children, it was impossible to make no sound at all.

Fortunately, it was the second half of the night at this time, just in time for the ordinary monks to sleep like dead pigs, plus Mu Zifeng and sixteen guards played the front station, and successfully solved the night sentry of the six checks. All of Mu Zifeng's demon borers were used by him, and there were more and more monks in the demon hall controlled by him, and finally it reached fifty-three. With the addition of those two guard team leaders, there are seven fifth-order archmages alone.

Looking at the fifty-three people shouting one by one, Mu Zizhou didn't feel anything, but the other Terran monks were not calm.

"Who is this Mu Zifeng Mou Dashao?" Each of them has a soul in their hearts, if they want to say that he is a person from the Demon Palace, he wants to take these prisoners out of his own country, you know, the Demon Temple has lost a lot of strong people and resources in order to arrest these monks;

Who is this Mu Zifeng?