A gust of wind whistled by, rolling up the dust of the sky, and above this barren land was a piece of loess, boundless, with no end in sight.

At this moment, Wang Yi was buried under this thick dust, and the blood had stopped flowing, but his breath was still weak and intermittent, and he didn't know what was happening.

At this time, two people came to the face, these two people are the cultivators of the first acquaintance realm of the triple heaven, they look tired, their faces are cold, their temperament is unique, they are all dressed in cyan clothes, and they still exude a terrifying coercion all over their bodies, and they know at a glance that they must be disciples of the Great Gate Sect.

"Well, I'm tired from walking all morning! Well, there's another fish that has slipped through the net! Even though he's run out of oil, it's not easy to get here!"

"Senior brother, do you want to bring this dying man back?" asked one of the people next to him, puzzled.

"Of course you have to take it back! You are the first time you have been assigned here, you don't know much about this place, the people who can pass the first three levels are already the leaders of those small sects, and their qi and blood and spiritual power are also better than ordinary people, and they are the best candidates to raise the treasure of this sect!"

"Oh, Senior Brother Xie informs!" the disciple nodded, his eyes showing a sense of enlightenment, and walked towards Wang Yi.

"Bang!" I saw that this disciple condensed a layer of spiritual power in his hand, and lightly touched Wang Yi, and suddenly this Wang Yi shook violently, and the air exploded and sounded, and the dust on Wang Yi's body exploded one by one under this impact, revealing the wounded and bloody body.

"Huh?" The disciple's senior brother suddenly sighed lightly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and said, "It's already a miracle that he can survive after being seriously injured, and he can only survive the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Gathering Spirit Realm, which is even more of a miracle! Take him away!"

"Yes!"

??? An inexplicable stinging pain submerged his whole body like seawater, and the bones and meridians in this body seemed to be torn and burst, and the pain was endless, and the sharp pain made Wang Yi's muscles all over his body twitch and tremble, but Wang Yi was still unconscious, still in a state of suspended animation.

"Hmph, rub one, and put him in a new cell. A burly man said with disdain.

"Yes!"

Then two disciples grabbed Wang Yi's legs and dragged him away brutally.

"When"

The two disciples threw Wang Yi into an iron prison, picked up a huge iron lock in their hands, locked it tightly, and then left.

"Hey, wake up, wake up, wake up???" The person who spoke was the disciple who fought with Xu Cheng, and he also looked haggard, his face was pale, and his body was covered with blood.

"I guess he's going to die! If you really want to save him, take some pills and stuff them into his mouth, and see if you can restore some of his will!" The person who spoke was none other than Zhou Luo, a disciple who went to the third level with Wang Yi, and he was also exhausted and his life was hanging by a thread.

"I'll try!" The disciple then tapped the ring on his hand, took out a few yellow-orange pills, and put them into Wang Yi's mouth, and then he also sighed and closed his eyes.

The moment this elixir was put into Wang Yi's mouth, it melted, and it turned into a trace of warm current, flowing towards Wang Yi's whole body.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye, a few days have passed, and in these days, the disciple always stuffs some pills into Wang Yi's mouth from time to time, because he finds that although Wang Yi's breath is weak, he has not yet reached the point where his life is in danger and in danger.

Wang Yi's promise in the fog forest, as well as the scenes of leading everyone out of the fog forest, he saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and it could be regarded as a favor for him at this moment.

"Ahem???" At this moment, Wang Yi suddenly coughed lightly twice, which made several people around him all shocked and looked at Wang Yi.

"You've finally woken up! It seems that my pills haven't been given to you in vain these days!" the disciple laughed miserably.

Wang Yi opened his tired and bloodshot eyes, and everything in front of him was hazy, and he couldn't see it clearly, and then he suddenly realized that his whole body was in pain, he gasped heavily, and after a while, the food in front of him became clear.

At this time, Wang Yi was still lying on the ground, the severe pain in his arms and thighs made him weak and weak, he heard what this disciple said, and responded softly, "I remember this kindness!

"Hmph, who knows, only now that we are prisoners!" the disciple replied weakly.

Wang Yi endured the pain at this time, squirmed his head with the strength of his jaw, turned in one direction, and looked at this disciple, the moment he saw this disciple, he couldn't help but tremble, the whole person was stunned, and his mind was even more blank.

He saw that there were several disciples trapped in this iron prison, all of them were disciples who had broken through the three levels, not only that, but not only that they were all pale and covered in blood, and they looked like they were dying, and more importantly, there were alien flowers growing on their bodies!

These flowers are growing on their wounds, this flower has purple petals, and there are several black runes on top of this petal, and the center of the petal is actually an eye, an eye that has been closed, and the path of this flower is even more edged and longitudinal, and it also flashes this little bit of cold light.

Wang Yi was stunned when he saw this, and asked hesitantly, "What are you?"

"Oh, don't you have this demon flower!" the disciple replied weakly, his eyes even more dim, with a hint of death, as if he had long been used to it.

Wang Yi was even more shocked when he heard this, his face was full of disbelief, and he hurriedly endured the severe pain, and used his right hand to prop up the painful body.

But this was enough to make Wang Yi's heart sink into the abyss, he was already shocked to the extreme at this moment, he leaned on the side of the iron prison, his eyes were still full of disbelief, he was stunned for a long time, and he couldn't speak.

He slowly turned his neck, looked around, and found that there were cages all around him, and the people in this cage were all dying, and there were also this alien flowers growing on his body.

There are countless doubts and puzzles in his heart, how can he know how he has become like this, and the present and future are in this darkness!