Xiao Chu cut a circle around the copper gate, recovered into a Taiji ball, and after a slight pause, slammed into the copper door.

"Boom-"

The bronze gate poured inward, stirring up puffs of dust, and the yin qi was like water that opened the floodgates, accompanied by a cold gush out.

"Get out of the way!" Fang Dong hurriedly jumped to the side, he couldn't help but shudder, after building the foundation, he didn't feel this biting cold again.

When the yin and dust cleared, the fog inside the door was hazy, and it was impossible to see what was inside from the outside.

Fang Dong raised his hand and waved a fireball and flew towards the door, illuminating the scene inside.

In a space of less than thirty square meters, there is a half-meter diameter cylinder in the center, and the column is wrapped with chains the thickness of an arm.

At the other end of the cylinder was a pool of water illuminated by the firelight, calm and waveless, from which the yin qi spread.

After Fang Dong hesitated slightly, he dragged the 'cold bank' in, two fireballs floating beside him, and when he walked around the column, his eyes froze, and he stood in place.

There was a man tied to the column, his head bowed, his chest down in the pool, his face covered with long hair.

Fang Dong manipulated the fireball to slowly float in front of the man, and used the long knife in his hand to pick his hair apart.

The man's eyes were closed, his eyebrows were twisted into Sichuan characters, as if he was suffering from some kind of pain, his cheeks were sunken, and his long beard covered his mouth and he was not in the pool, and he could not tell his approximate age.

Just as Fang Dong observed the imprisoned man.

Suddenly.

The man raised his head suddenly, and the moment he opened his eyes, two finger-sized white lightsabers appeared, shooting towards Fang Dong.

"Puff-"

As soon as Fang Dong wanted to dodge sideways, he felt a stabbing pain in his shoulders.

The two small white swords pierced through Fang Dong's shoulders, and after circling behind him for half a circle, one stopped at the center of his eyebrows, and the other stopped at the center of his left chest.

", don't get excited, I'm here to save you!" Fang Dong exclaimed, he could feel the killing intent of the little sword.

The man's eyes were deep and bright, like a flowing starry sky, looking Fang Dong up and down, silent.

"Senior, if you can have this sword intent, you should also be a cultivator, right?" Fang Dong quickened his speech, he had heard in his dream that there were cultivators who could condense into a sword.

The man still didn't respond, but sniffed hard.

"You have wine on you?"

A deep and magnetic voice sounded directly in Fang Dong's mind.

"Uh...... In the bag. Fang Dong was frightened, this is the transmission of spiritual sense, and it can only be done during the distraction period at the very least.

"Yes, get rid of the Extreme Yin Water in this pool!" the man said.

Extreme Yin Water?!

"Huh?" Fang Dong was stunned for a moment, it turned out that this was the legendary Extreme Yin Water, no wonder the Yin Qi was so heavy.

In the world in the dream, the Extreme Yin Water can be used to refine spiritual energy, secret treasures, and can also be used to cultivate some heavenly and earthly treasures.

"Aren't you here to save me? Take away this extremely yin water, and I will naturally come out. The man's voice seemed impatient.

"Senior, is there any other way? Fang Dong's head didn't dare to move, the small sword was less than two centimeters away from the center of his eyebrows.

This extremely yin water is extremely cold, everything will be broken when touched, only utensils made of cold jade can be contained, and such a pool of water, how to get it away?

"Heh, with your Ning Dan later, you still want to break this cold iron chain, I'm afraid it's a dream!" the man sneered and said disdainfully.

It turned out to be cold iron!

Cold iron that can directly refine spiritual weapons!

"I have a spiritual weapon!" Fang Dong couldn't help but glance at the cold iron chain with the thickness of his arm, and the length was at least five meters.

The man was silent for a long time, then said slowly, "You can try it, but let me take two sips of wine first." ”

"Senior, this ......" Fang Dong pointed to the small white sword on his eyebrows and chest.

"You move as you please, they're fine. ”

The corners of Fang Dong's mouth twitched, you put a sword on your head and chest, and you moved at will, what a deal!

He tried to take a step back, two small white swords moving forward with his movements.

He mustered up the courage to take half a step forward, and sure enough, the little sword followed suit.

Fang Dong tried a few more movements, sighed lightly in his heart, and brought the bottle of wine containing the immortal drunk to the man's mouth.

The man flew away from the small sword on Fang Dong's chest, held the wine bottle, and drank it himself.

Fang Dong dragged the 'cold bank' towards the cold iron chain.

"Ding—"

A knife fell, splashing dazzling sparks.

Fang Dong's arms were sore from shock, and the cold iron chains only left shallow marks of less than a millimeter.

"Senior, what should I do?" Fang Dong was a little dumbfounded, neither of these methods was useless, how could he save it?

The man just drank to himself and ignored it.

Fang Dong came to the cold iron chain, beckoned Xiao Chu to transform spiritual power above his head, and he raised the 'cold bank' to infuse spiritual power.

A red phantage appeared behind him, and a red arc flew towards the cold iron chains.

After the red phantom appeared, the man glanced sideways and frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something.

After the red blade slashed this time, the cold iron chain broke nearly half, and if you can make another cut along the rift, you can cut it.

However, Fang Dong was still a little frustrated, because the cold iron chains that wrapped around the man were not one, but five that were staggered from each other.

It is useless to cut only one end of the clasp of the chain, and it cannot be broken at all, and one clasp alone will have to cut at least four cuts, and a total of five will need to be cut with twenty cuts to save the man.

With Fang Dong's spiritual power, even if it was combined with Xiao Chu's absorption and transformation, he would send out a sword arc like that five times at most, and then he would need to cultivate and recover.

He glanced at the small white sword in the center of his eyebrows, and if he didn't rescue the man, he probably wouldn't be able to leave, and he could only use this stupid way before there was no better way.

Fang Dong said this method again, and the man didn't even raise his eyelids, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

It's so embarrassing!

Fang Dong could only curse in his heart, and raised the 'cold bank' to prepare to accumulate strength again.

At this time, Xiao Chu reminded him, "Do you want to try that carving knife?"

After returning home from the last mission, Fang Dong had tried many things with that knife, and its sharpness was no less than that of the 'Cold Bank', and in the face of mortal objects, both knives were like cutting tofu.

Fang Dong had the mentality of giving it a try, and took out the carving knife and cut it along the knife marks just now.

In fact, he didn't have much hope for this, after all, even a non-level spiritual weapon like 'Cold Bank' could only leave shallow marks.

And the carving knife can't even instill a spiritual weapon, and the possibility of being able to cut through it is very small.

If it's not easy to carry, it can be used as a gadget on weekdays, and he doesn't even bother to bring it.

However, this time reality gave him a big surprise.

Fang Dong only added a little strength, and the carving knife cut off the cold ice chains that the 'Cold Bank' couldn't help.

If cutting everything is similar to cutting tofu on weekdays, then cutting this ice chain is at most equivalent to cutting wood.

At the moment when the carving knife cut the ice chains, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the man who was drinking, but he didn't say much.

Fang Dong's face was overjoyed, and he cut off the ice chains one by one, and gathered them on the ground beside him.

This is a rare material in the world in the dream.

When the last chain of ice is untied.

The man raised his hand to hold the wine bottle, and slowly floated into the air, his long black hair was level with his calves, and even his beard grew to his abdomen, I don't know how many years this man has been imprisoned.

If it is the length of ordinary people's hair, there is no difference between them and savages, but this man gives people a sense of elegance and ease.

The aura around him lingered, and the white robe dried instantly, and his beard swayed lightly without wind.

The man stared at Fang Dong without saying a word, and he didn't mean to remove the little white sword.

Fang Dong chuckled in his heart, and an ominous premonition lingered.