Shaking his head slightly, even if he is a heaven-level master, it is not a pile of dust!

Lin Lang followed Chen Zhaoqi's footsteps, and as for John Reed, they also followed tremblingly.

This floor, much smaller than the previous one.

When you enter the passage, you will be able to see the end of the passage.

There are only about 40 cells on both sides, and there are only 80 people in total.

The fight at the entrance just now had already alarmed the people inside.

When they saw Chen Zhaoqi walk in first, some of them could still recognize him.

"Chen Zhaoqi, it's really you!"

"You killed it, did you come to save us?"

"Chen Zhaoqi, I'm Cangshan Wu Anping, help me out!"

"Chen Zhaoqi, I'm Xue Haoyi of Kongtong, don't you know me?"

Lin Lang walked behind, and when he saw the people in the iron fence, his heart was beating in shock.

These people, who are not complete at all, are missing arms and legs, which is normal.

Less nose, less ears, less eyes, the list goes on.

Moreover, they are not free to move, they are all fixed to the crosses, like animals waiting to be slaughtered.

What kind of torture is this?

Heaven-level masters, even if they go out, can they still live?

In the past, they must have been famous people, but now they are so miserable, and they feel like heroes are in the twilight of their lives!

"Senior, you are strong, maybe you can put them down?"

Seeing them being tortured, Lin Lang really couldn't bear it, and said to the one who walked in front.

"Don't be in a hurry at this meeting, we've survived more than 300 years! Do the following big things first! If we are defeated, then everything will return to the original point, and let them rejoice in vain! It will kill them!"

Chen Zhaoqi saw very openly, and directly refused, his eyes looked left and right, and he wanted to walk forward.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of an iron fence and looked at the people inside.

"Brother Yuan Boyuan, is that you?"

He looked at the person inside, his voice trembling a little, obviously, someone he knew.

Lin Lang saw from the side that the person had a pair of calves, broken at the knees, leaving only bare thighs, crutches on the ground.

His hands were fastened to the cross in chains, his head drooped, and his long messy hair hung down, covering his upper body.

I really don't know Chen Zhaoqi, where did he recognize him, is it just the tattoo on his arm?

When he heard the voice, he raised his head, revealing his face under his long hair.

At that moment, Lin Lang couldn't bear to look at it anymore!

John Reid and Fu Minghe turned around directly, almost throwing up.

There were only two pits on his face and eyes, no nose, and only holes.

Around a mouth, the muscles are gone, the teeth are gone, and only the dry tongue is still in the mouth.

"Bang dang!"

Chen Zhaoqi pulled the iron grille open and threw it aside. Strode in.

"Brother Boyuan, are they really you? they're so cruel!"

Seeing this person's miserable appearance, he is worse than him.

Chen Zhaoqi was very excited, and a slight mist appeared in the tiger's eyes.

Lin Lang was beside him, looking at it really, and he didn't know what the relationship between them was.

Maybe three hundred years ago, brothers.

But it's not easy to make a heaven-level master emotional!

"Maoqiu, with an injury like his, is the serf card useful?"

Lin Lang couldn't help but suspect that Chen Zhaoqi was at least completely complete, and Yuan Boyuan in front of him was completely a waste!

"When your strength reaches the sixth level of the peasant, you will know that life and death, flesh and bones, are not empty words! Even when you are at the eighth level, as long as there is a soul, you can be reborn. Of course, you don't have to think about anything now, it's not a problem!"

The velvet words made Lin Lang almost choke, and he went to the eighth level with a rod.

Now it's even level three, and it's still in progress!

When will I get to level eight?

It feels like it's a long way off!

"I'm Chen Zhaoqi, Brother Boyuan nodded if he could hear it. Let's keep talking!"

Chen Zhaoqi put away all the sadness in his heart, his expression became serious, and asked in a deep voice in his ear.

The expression is very solemn, after all, if you don't have consciousness, you can't use the serf card, you can only wait for death.

Unexpectedly, he nodded, proving that there was no problem with his ears and mind.

"Well, now there is a way to recover from your injuries, but to become a serf for the rest of your life. I only hope that you will agree to this method for the sake of the children and grandchildren of the beggars, even if you kill yourself afterwards!"

Chen Zhaoqi said in his ear again.

Lin Lang didn't know what Yuan Boyuan thought, he already knew Chen Zhaoqi's thoughts.

is ready to commit suicide afterwards, and never wants to be his own serf!

At that moment, Lin Lang felt that he was great!

For the sake of other people's affairs, give up principles, give up freedom, and even give up life in the end!

This may be the necessary mind to become a heaven-level master!

After waiting for a long time, Yuan Boyuan didn't nod or shake his head, as if he was dead.

"What level of master is he?"

Lin Lang asked, but don't be the last, he is a top master, using a low-level serf card.

There is also an intermediate serf card, which cannot be wasted.

"Heaven-level late-stage masters, it should be the highest one in this layer. Everyone else was about the same as me, or even worse than me, so I didn't look for them. ”

Chen Zhaoqi's eyes kept looking at Yuan Boyuan, and replied casually.

"Oh, I see!"

Lin Lang's interest has greatly decreased, and it is only later.

And it seems that it's a stubborn temper, maybe suicide, or use the primary one.

At this moment, Yuan Boyuan nodded, his empty eyes looked very scary!

Lin Lang immediately took out a serf card and handed it to Chen Zhaoqi.

Chen Zhaoqi was very simple, and directly broke the chains that bound him and put him to the ground.

Then he directly used the iron chain to make a cut in his hand, and wrote his name on the serf card neatly: Yuan Boyuan.

However, after a while, there was no light and nothing happened.

"Hairball, it won't be because someone else signed it on behalf of you, it won't work, right?"

Lin Lang looked straight at it, something like this had never happened.

"No! Serfs, at the beginning, they were all forced to sign, and a few of them volunteered to become serfs!

Velvet emerged from under his eyes, as if he was also seeing what was going on with him.

"What's going on?"

Chen Zhaoqi, as a person who came over, saw that he had not changed, and looked at Lin Lang with a pair of eyes full of doubts.

"There are only two possibilities, either he is not Yuan Boyuan. Or, his name is fake!"

Lin Lang spread his hands, with helplessness on his face, and gave two possibilities.

"Fake? No way! The tattoos are still there!"

Chen Zhaoqi was not convinced, and grabbed his arm so that he could see his tattoo.

"Kill him!"

When Lin Lang saw the tattoo, he noticed that the skin next to him had healing points with the tattooed skin.

This is something that is not a professional doctor, so you will never be able to see it.

Therefore, do not hesitate to yell.

At the same time, the body jerked backwards to avoid this dangerous cell as quickly as possible.

Nima!

Definitely the most professional skin graft surgery, how to get rid of rejection!

Although Chen Zhaoqi didn't understand why Lin Lang was so impulsive, his reaction was still first-class.

The body floated up in an instant, and even the cloth strips tore down a large piece, and his palms slapped uncontrollably towards Yuan Boyuan on the ground!

The huge strong wind pressed down hard!

"Smack"

A surprising scene appeared, the person who had just been weak and whose whole face was unrecognizable turned around violently.

A palm slapped out, meeting Chen Zhaoqi's palms.

"Boom"

With a bang, Lin Lang's retreating body was swept away by the fierce air wave and crashed into the iron fence opposite.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his spirit instantly languished.

John Reid and Fu Minghe were outside all the time, unwilling to face the man who had no facial features, but they happened to be unharmed.

Seeing that Lin Lang was injured, he immediately rushed over and pulled him far away.

The aftermath of the battle of the heaven-level masters, how could it be so easy to bear, and they were destined to pay a price!

Lin Lang, who hid in a safe place, waved his hand, took out the Yin Yang Spiritual Spring, and took a sip directly.

Directly heal the wounds, and no longer care about things outside the body.

Although Chen Zhaoqi made a hasty move, he was not injured because he was at the peak of his body.

It's just that the body hit the stone wall above the head, knocking out a big crater!

"Who are you? What happened to Yuan Boyuan?"

Pressing violently towards the fake Yuan Boyuan on the ground, he asked with an angry face.

At the same time, his body fell to the outside of the cell, and with a move of his hand, Lin Lang dropped the flame rifle on the ground and held it in his hand.

The fake Yuan Boyuan was also in a hurry, but he didn't expect to be recognized.

At the same time as being hit, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the body was severely injured.

"You have to thank your master, if it weren't for him, you'd probably be dead!"

His words are very heart-wrenching.

For a heaven-level master, having a master is a great shame!

However, for Chen Zhaoqi, it didn't matter at all, what he had already put down had no effect on him.

"Who the hell do you say you are?"

Chen Zhaoqi was injured and the spear shook, and his body slowly pressed forward.

Whoever it is, now he just wants to kill him!

Wasted so much time, I don't know what happened below?

"For the sake of your anxiousness, how about letting you see?"

His hands rubbed together on his face, revealing the face of an oriental.

The miserable, unbearable face just now disappeared.

"Wang Cheng, it's you! You actually rebelled? Think about it, you advocated peace at the beginning, but you didn't expect to come here!"

When Chen Zhaoqi saw that face, he recognized who he was.

His feet suddenly accelerated, and he rushed in like a fly!

The flame spear was like a pillar of fire, engulfing him directly, not giving him too many chances at all.

"I've lived so long, and I've lived enough! What if I take refuge in them, I don't suffer here every day! It's best if I can kill you, if I can't kill you, I'll kill myself!"

Wang Cheng didn't fight back at all, and motionless let Chen Zhaoqi shoot through the heart.

With an indifferent smile on his face, when the corners of his mouth were bleeding, he said his last words.