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The smell of decay and blood fills the air, and this is an ominous place.

"Whoa!"

There was the sound of iron ropes swinging, which was particularly clear and even a little harsh in this quiet and even dead underground space.

A muffled snort with pain sounded, and a pair of dim eyes opened, and the cultivation of the spiritual realm was enough for him to be able to see even in the dark.

It's an underground prison.

In the dark and decaying space, wooden pillars engraved with mysterious patterns have forged one prison cell after another.

He was in one of the cells, where there was no one alive except him, only a corpse that had become stinking.

The corpses were so decomposing that they couldn't be seen at all.

The only, identical, of course, was a pair of blood-colored double hooks that pierced through the lute bones of those corpses and hung them against the walls, and he was no exception.

Fluffy clumps of hair covered his face, a ragged garment that could no longer be seen in its original color, and blood-colored double hooks passed through his lute bone, and a wave of pain hit him, which he hadn't suffered for a long time.

His eyes were fixed on the double hooks, and from the moment he opened his eyes, the lines on the double hooks began to glow, faintly, with a soft light.

He could perceive, vaguely perceive, that something was being lost in his body, but he couldn't detect it at all.

Because in his body, there is no trace of mountain power, and there is no trace of soul power.

The mountain power seems to have been exhausted, and the soul power seems to have been suppressed by the pair of double hooks.

And this pair of double hooks ...... It seemed to be absorbing the soul power that overflowed from his body.

It seems that his soul power is not suppressed, but swallowed by double hooks.

This is a kind of bone-eating pain, he hasn't tasted it for a long time, and he seems to have some nostalgia, as if through this pain, he can make him no longer so uncomfortable, no longer so easy...... I thought of her inadvertently.

Absolute here!

Without the aura, it is like a fish that has lost its water and feels uncomfortable.

The numb fingers curled, no feeling, as if they had never moved, the wound healed by the pipa bone was torn open, and a drop of blood began to drip down, and the sound of blood dripping slowly echoed in this dead dungeon.

"Where is this?"

He looked at the dungeon, and couldn't see anything at all, even if the formation attainments were as good as his, he felt unfamiliar with the runes on those wooden pillars, as if this place was not in the mountain realm!

Click.

Click. Click.

There was a sound of footsteps, he looked up slightly, and looked over, it was a man with a scarred face, a pair of dead eyes, he pursed his lips, and a lantern in his hand, walking towards him.

The cell door opened, and the man entered, and he looked at the glowing double hooks, and grinned, for the prisoner saw that the man's tongue had been cut off.

"Woohoo!"

The man grabbed a hook and pulled it out with great force, blood gushed from the prisoner's shoulder, he didn't hesitate, he pulled out another blood hook, and a severe headache drowned the prisoner, this is because the soul power is completely exhausted, which is very harmful to the cultivation.

Bursts of pain struck, causing the prisoner to faint completely.

The man carried the lantern in his hand and held a double hook, lifted the prisoner out of the dungeon.

It's a weird place.

The sky is gray, there is no trace of aura floating between heaven and earth, those mountains and rocks are dark red, as if they have been soaked in thick blood, the ancient trees are mottled, but there is no life, but it is full of all kinds of ominous, birds but silent.

Absolutely uninspired!

This heaven and earth is a peerless realm, without a trace of aura.

This is very terrifying, you must know that even the secular heavens in the Korean realm have a thin aura, except for some specific enchantments, there are no unique spirits in the world.

But now, there is no aura in this realm.

It's hard to imagine.

The prisoner's eyelids moved, and he couldn't control the shock in his heart.

And the man didn't seem to notice that the prisoner was pretending to be dizzy, but just carried the prisoner and walked on a large path.

His speed is very fast, and he is a hundred feet in one step.

In the land of the Absolute Spirit, there is still such a speed, which shows that this person is extraordinary.

The blood of the prisoners, shed for a day.

At this time, he was already groggy, even if his physical body was as strong as him, and the blood marrow was hematopoietic, he couldn't withstand this kind of consumption, not to mention, he didn't have a trace of mountain power in his body.

Call!

The wind is up. The man stopped, it was a mountain cliff, a huge and deep crater in front of him, and the gray mist was surging, and it was impossible to see through the bottom at all.

The man raised his hand, and the prisoner in his hand fell from the cliff and fell.

The man turned and left.

Dozens of breaths later, a team of more than ten people arrived, and they looked in the direction that the person had left, their faces pale and their eyes were frightened.

"Captain, he's sent someone again. ”

A young man said tremblingly, his qi was unstable and his mind fluctuated, and that person was a family taboo.

Seventy years ago, because of a killing, he fell to such a point that in a fit of rage, he gave up his ears and turned into a deaf and dumb man, wanting to wash his shame with blood.

However, the person who defeated him was too strong, grew too fast, and now he is the overlord of the desperate side, and even the family does not dare to attack him.

His revenge is hopeless in this life.

"He's also a poor man. ”

The middle-aged captain sighed, it was embarrassing that the family Tianjiao had fallen into such a situation, but even so, his strength was at the top of the family, even the first person.

"It's a pity, if it's in the outside world, how can he not achieve the legendary supreme position!" said the middle-aged man regretfully, there is no aura in this world, and there is no law, it is a desperate situation.

This also means that all the powers that enter this realm cannot perceive the existence of the law, because it does not exist in the first place.

Although the realm is still there, they are just a powerful "spiritual realm".

The people at the top of this heaven and earth can read the mountain and fight the nine shadows!

However, they cannot act on it, because the desperate situation can only be entered, not exited.

This is a world banished by the mountains, and everyone here is a sinner.

Shaking his head, the middle-aged man came to the cliff, looked at the abyss, his eyes flashed, another person, I hope you can live, my slave of the Bai family.

The abyss is a mountain stone mine, and the importance of the mountain stone here is far greater than the mountain boundary.

Even if it can't be here, the monks have no hope of power, the years are withering, and the strongest is only more than three hundred years old, which is a punishment.

The flow of time and space here is one-tenth of the outside world, that is to say, in the past ten years in the outside world, only one year has passed here.

Therefore, the monk's longevity in this realm has dropped tenfold, and he is more than 3,000 years old, and he can only live for more than 300 years in a desperate situation.

And this is against the descendants of sinners, and it is even more domineering against sinners, who are reduced by nine-tenths on the basis of tenfold.

That is to say, if a strong person in the outside world is exiled to a desperate situation, his longevity limit will be shackled a hundred times, and he can only live for more than sixty years.

Like Fu Tuwei, he is in this realm, if he does not break the realm, he can only live for another sixteen years.