Looking at Zhuang Xian's departing back, Fu Chao and Ling Yu looked at each other and looked at each other speechlessly. I thought that they would fall into the ruins by mistake and would die for life, but they didn't expect to be able to meet the "fellow" here, although they didn't know whether Zhuang Xian's words were true or false, but the two knew that Zhuang Xian had no ill will towards them. Because Zhuang Xian's expression was frank between his words, his eyes were clear, and he did not have the greedy desire in Qian Wuji's eyes.

However, this is not the time for the two to discuss these things, and now the other three forces in the ruins have already noticed their existence, if they don't rescue Luan Ji, I'm afraid that the night will be long. The two of them discussed, tiptoed out of the Divine Ruins Pavilion, and walked towards a courtyard on the right side of the Divine Ruins Pavilion. Zhuang Xian had told the two of them before that Luan Ji had been locked up in that courtyard by the ghost wood, and now that they had a direction, they no longer hesitated.

At this time, Zhuang Xian was also guided by the cultivator, and walked along the bluestone road towards the direction where the ghost wood and the others were. The cultivator of the undead clan led the way in front, Zhuang Xian followed behind him, the look in Zhuang Xian's eyes kept changing, he clenched his fists several times, and quietly let go several times. Zhuang Xian was an old antique who had lived for more than 100,000 years, and he didn't even have to guess, he knew that the two undead cultivators who disappeared must have been killed by Ling Yu and the others. He knew that he couldn't hide this matter, so he wanted to kill the undead cultivator in front of him. But after thinking about it, I felt that killing him would not play a substantial role, so I had to give up. He retracted his clenched fists and followed the cultivator forward.

When Zhuang Xian came to the place where the ghost wood and the others stopped, they found that Qian Wuji, Sorrow and Ghost Wood were all stopped here, and the three of them whispered, their faces solemn, as if they were discussing something.

"Brother Zhuang Xian, I just used the psychic technique of the undead clan to restore the scene at that time, and found that two strange humans had infiltrated Shenxu City, and they killed the two low-level undead under me. They are Terrans, and the little girl you caught before is also a Terran, although they are in different stars, but I always feel that there is an inexplicable connection between them. So I'd like to ask you to take a look at whether you saw these two people when you caught the woman. Seeing Zhuang Xian's arrival, the Ghost Wood Supreme hurriedly took two steps, greeted Zhuang Xian, and said in a deep voice. Oniki said as he cast a spell to restore the previous scene.

I saw that the palms of the ghost wood were interlocked, and the palms were upward, horizontal to the chest. His eyes were slightly closed, his mouth was full of words, and as he chanted, countless illusory ghosts swayed from the ruins, and those ghosts intertwined with each other, as if they had been summoned by something, and they quickly floated towards the place where the people were standing. As countless ghost shadows hovered above the ghost wood's head, he spread his palms to the sides, and with his movements, a circular spirit mirror the size of a millstone appeared in front of him. At this time, the ghost wood suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time let out a low roar, pushing the spirit mirror forward. The spirit mirror was pushed into the air by the ghost wood and fixed on the void.

Then, the ghost wood put his palms together and pinched out a strange trick. As the magic formula took shape, the spirit mirror gradually became clear from a blur. In the end, as if it were a real mirror, two figures appeared on it. The two men emerged from an alley and lurked quietly behind the undead legion, and after about two breaths, the two suddenly struck out like lightning, restraining the two men at the end of the undead squad, and at the same time, they used the daggers in their hands to accurately plunge into the heads of the two undead. After doing all this, the two dragged the bodies of the two undead soldiers back into the alley. When they reappeared, the two had already changed into the armor of the undead, and they caught up with the undead team, followed behind the other undead, and walked in the direction of the Divine Ruins Pavilion. As the two walked away, the mirror began to blur and finally dissipated.

"Brother Zhuang Xian, have you ever seen the two of them? Two of my men disappeared because of these two men. If you dare to attack my people in the Divine Ruins City, I will definitely find them out and break them into pieces. The ghost wood waved his hand casually, dispelling the ghost in the void. Then, Ghost Wood turned his head to look at Zhuang Xian, gritted his teeth and said. The low-level undead are non-renewable resources, and when they die, it naturally makes the onimu furious.

"I haven't seen these two people, and when I caught that girl, I was outside the Shenxu City, on the outskirts of the ruins, and the girl was alone, and no one else was around. Zhuang Xian shook his head and said.

"Qiqi Ghost Wood Supreme, I've seen these two people. Just when Onimu was frowning, a thin cultivator suddenly walked out from behind Qian Wuji, he came to Onimu, and said respectfully.

The man was about seven and a half feet tall, emaciated, and looked weak. Moreover, his face was pale and bloodless, and he looked sick. His eyes flickered, and the sight of it made people feel disgusted.

"Oh, then tell me where you saw them, why didn't you report them in time!" Seeing the person who spoke, the Ghost Wood Supreme frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice.

He knew the man in front of him, this person was a cultivator of Sanssouci Pavilion, and a distant cousin of the pavilion master Qian Wuji, named Qian Wuji. Qian Wuming was idle in Shenxu City, doing nothing, and Onimu was very disgusted with him.

"Back to the Ghost Wood Supreme, I was patrolling the city gate at the time, and I happened to see two strange men enter the Divine Ruins City. I wanted to catch the two of them on the spot and make meritorious contributions to Shenxu City, but unexpectedly, they killed two undead and blended into the undead team. I secretly followed all the way and found that they had infiltrated the Shenxu Pavilion, but at that time, everyone was talking secretly in the Shenxu Pavilion, and I knew that it was inconvenient to disturb, so I kept waiting outside. Qian Wuming whispered.

"They have mixed into the Shenxu Pavilion? It's not good, turn the tiger away from the mountain!" For Qian Wusheng's words, Sorrow Ming is extremely disbelievable, Qian Wuming is known to everyone in Shenxu City, this person is easy and hardworking, thinking about those unrealistic things every day. Moreover, the fresh life has a fatal attraction to Qian Wuming, to say that he has the heart to catch the two people who have infiltrated the city and believe it, but if it is like what he said, if he wants to make meritorious contributions to the Divine Ruins City, the sorrow is one hundred and twenty unbelievers. However, after thinking about his words, Sorrow suddenly looked stunned, and he slapped his thigh suddenly, feeling that he might have been tricked. That's why he opened his eyes and showed a shocked face.

Seeing the sad look, the others also felt that the two who had infiltrated the city might have come for Luan Ji. They glanced at each other as they sped towards the dungeon next to the Divine Ruin Pavilion.

Looking at the back of the ghost wood and the others leaving in a hurry, a ray of worry flashed in Zhuang Xian's eyes, and he sighed secretly in his heart: "Boy, you must not be blocked in the dungeon!" Then, he also quickly followed.

Speaking of Fu Chao and Ling Yu, when Zhuang Xian left, the two of them sneaked all the way in the direction Zhuang Xian pointed out, and soon found the small courtyard. Ling Yu exuded a wisp of divine sense, and when he found that there were no living creatures in the courtyard, he flew into the small courtyard with the two of them. He wasn't worried that Zhuang Xian would harm him, because if Zhuang Xian wanted to attack them, he would have taken them down long ago, so there was no need to do such a complicated thing.

This small courtyard is not very large, it is only ten zhang square, and there is no building in the courtyard, there is only a huge dry well with a diameter of one zhang in the center of the courtyard. Ling Yu and the others came to the edge of the dry well, looked down the well, and found that there was a stone step leading to the bottom of the dry well at the edge of the dry well. The two of them crouched at the mouth of the well, looking carefully. Although the dry well is not very large compared to the courtyard, there is something else under the dry well.

Ling Yu exuded a wisp of divine sense and went deep into the well, and found that there were only two undead guarding the well, and these two undead were only low-level undead in the Kuixing Realm. It is possible that most of them were sent by the ghost wood to search for them in the city, which is why there are only two low-level undead guarding the dungeon. But Onimu never expected that this dungeon was the true purpose of Ling Yu and the others.

Ling Yu nodded at the ambush, and the two of them flew down and gently floated down into the dungeon. After entering the dungeon, they rushed straight to the two undead without a moment's delay, killing them before they could react. After doing all this, Ling Yu carefully looked at this dungeon. There are nearly 90 cages in the entire dungeon, and each cage is three feet square. The cages are made of extremely rare dragon ironwood, which is highly prized for one characteristic, its toughness and hardness. A cultivator has experimented with it, even if he holds an immortal weapon and uses the strongest technique to slash the dragon ironwood, he can't destroy it, so you can imagine how suitable this kind of wood would be for use in prison. On the walls of the dungeon, there are countless green lights, reflecting the entire dungeon as if it were an eerie hell.

Although the floor of the prison is paved with marble, it is carved with intricate patterns to prevent the prisoners who are being held here from escaping. Ling Yu had carefully checked it, the formations laid out here were extremely profound, I am afraid that Wu Dao was here, and it would not be easy to crack them. Ling Yu finished looking at the structure of the prison and looked into the surrounding cells. Although there are nearly 90 cages in total, there are far fewer prisoners inside. Ling Yu walked from the door to the deepest part of the prison and found that there were a total of thirteen cultivators imprisoned in this prison, including Luan Ji.

Some of these people have misty eyes, some are scrawny, and some are dying, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are not creatures in the ruins, because they do not have the strange power of the ruins. When he saw Ling Yu walking into the ruins, the same outsider aura rekindled a glimmer of hope in the eyes of this group of prisoners. They struggled to crawl to the edge of the cage and looked at Ling Yu quietly.

Although those people were extremely weak, when they saw Ling Yu, the fiery desire in their eyes was completely disproportionate to their weak aura. These people felt the same vitality on Ling Yu's body as them, and they all stared at Ling Yu, wanting to speak, but they were a little timid. The look of longing and fear intertwined in his eyes, which was both complex and sad.

"You, can you save us!" At this moment, a thin cultivator finally mustered up the courage and asked Ling Yu timidly. Because he was too nervous and afraid to hear Ling Yu's refusal, the nails on the cultivator's hands were deeply embedded in the cage made of dragon ironwood, and the white and thin fingers of the knuckles made Ling Yu feel frightened.

"Please, save me, save us!" With the first cultivator's plea for help, the others also knelt on the ground one after another, bowing down to Ling Yu, and kept begging.

"Who are you, and why are you being locked up here?" Seeing the strong look of survival in the eyes of these prisoners, Ling Yu's heart moved, and he stepped into the center of the dungeon and asked softly.

"We are all cultivators from the Ten Thousand Souls Star Domain, and we inadvertently broke into the Guiru for our own reasons, we were eroded by the power of the Guiru, and our cultivation was greatly reduced, and we were not the opponents of several forces in the city at all, and because we refused to give in, and we were unwilling to stay in the Guiru forever, we were imprisoned here by them. The longest of us has spent 70,000 years here. The original cultivator replied.

"Ambush, I suddenly have a bold idea, if this thing can be done, it will be a great joy for us!" Ling Yu's gaze swept over everyone, then turned his head to look at Ambush, and said in a deep voice.