The big bell flickered, and the buzzing bell kept invading Chu Ling's brain, making him dizzy, not knowing where he was going.

He only felt very angry, he was obviously here to seek justice, how could he be sentenced to a three-hundred-year prison sentence for his backhand, which made him feel very unhappy.

But he had a splitting headache, and he didn't have the ability to defend himself at all, or, even if he had the energy to open his mouth and scold angrily, he wouldn't give him any preferential policies for such a behemoth as Prajna.

After a short time, the big bell suddenly stopped, and when I looked through the big bell, I saw a magnificent stupa in front of me.

This stupa, full of thousands of zhang high, more than 700 layers, like a stalagmite towering into the blue sky, on the stupa, the divine light is vibrant, the breath is majestic and solemn, there are many immortal runes of Prajna Sect, engraved on it, erupting monstrous might.

There is also a huge chain, as thick as two people hugging together, thousands of miles long, from the top of the pagoda horizontal lock, above the iron lock, lightning is growing, like an iron blue dragon, entrenched on the tower, suppressing what is the existence of the unbelievable.

The White Elephant Bodhisattva walked to the front of the giant tower, his palms were folded, his skin changed rapidly, copper muscles and iron bones, and his muscles were like dragons.

"Hum!" The Bodhisattva was angry in the dantian, and suddenly burst out a rapid syllable, the wind was blowing, blowing the iron lock rattling, the Bodhisattva stretched out his hands, and actually grabbed the thousand-zhang high divine tower, and slowly lifted it up.

The iron lock was shaken, the purple lightning was swirling, the wind was angry, and the Bodhisattva was dancing with streamers, like a true god coming into the world, and it actually lifted this divine tower into a one-person-high gap.

Chu Ling's eyes widened, Manchester United was incredible, and even the pain in his brain was forgotten.

"This ...... This is the White Elephant Vajra Body, and this is the real body art. Chu Ling's heart was full of shock, before that, he always thought that his physical skills were quite successful, enough to be proud of a generation, until now, he knew that the real physical skills had no end at all.

"Prajna Sect, White Elephant Vajra Scripture, is really powerful, but my Qinglong Zhenyue Technique definitely doesn't have to be bad. Chu Ling entered his clenched fists, full of fighting spirit.

At this moment, the White Elephant Bodhisattva made a big move, and Yu Lan Zhong rolled over, and Chu Ling realized that he was trying to suppress himself.

"Damn, let go of Lao Tzu, I'm not wrong, let me out. ”

"It's your bald sons who are at fault first, let me out quickly, bald people. At this time, Chu Ling finally felt panicked.

Three hundred years, this time, is absolutely unbearable for Chu Ling, under the mountain, there are still many things worthy of his affection, but if he really disappears for three hundred years, many things will change......

"Let me out. Ignoring the majesty of the Bodhisattva, Chu Ling let out a roar, but the White Elephant Bodhisattva turned a deaf ear and took Chu Ling out of the Yulan Bell and threw it into the pagoda.

As soon as the White Elephant Bodhisattva let go, the stupa snapped down, fitting closely with the earth, leaving no gaps.

"Fuck you, let Lao Tzu out!" Chu Ling banged on the wall and roared, however, only his voice, echoing in the dark pagoda, did not have any echo.

"I--you-mom!!" The furious Chu Ling had tears in the corners of his eyes, and he raised his combat power to the extreme, controlling the White Jade Immortal Palace, and frantically slammed towards the walls of the pagoda.

If this blow could not break the pagoda, then the terrifying force of the recoil would probably be enough to shock Chu Ling into meat sauce, but at this moment, he had been dazzled by hatred and anger, and he was completely unscrupulous in his attack.

"Boom!"

Chu Ling slammed into it violently, however, a soft golden light floated out from the wall and condensed into a soft palm, holding Chu Ling in it without letting him hit the wall.

He was extremely unwilling, and launched again, colliding with each other blatantly, but it was still a piece of golden light that held him up, allowing him to slowly slide down against the wall.

......Chu Ling, who couldn't escape, vented all his anger on the scriptures in the pagoda, tore those scriptures into powder, and then spit out flames and turned them into ashes.

He sat down and gasped for breath, but the ashes were assembled and recovered by themselves, and in just a moment's effort, they were transformed into intact scriptures again, neatly arranged on the shelves.

Sitting on the ground and looking at the dark surroundings, Chu Ling became extremely desperate, in fact, he had expected it as early as when he was sentenced by the Bodhisattva to be suppressed for three hundred years, but he didn't believe it until he was really imprisoned in this place.

This helpless loneliness made him feel very hopeless.

"Three hundred years! hehe!" Chu Ling shook his head bitterly and desolate with tears in the corners of his eyes, three hundred years is enough to change many things.

I don't know if Xuan'er is still in the Blue Fire Lotus Pond? Is she already married to a woman? And Mu Yue, when she was out of Ximang, she promised her to send a message back every once in a while, if she disappeared for three hundred years and never returned, then how sad she should be.

And Miss Feng......

Chu Ling woke up suddenly, Nahan himself at this time, he actually remembered Feng Xiyao for no reason, it turned out that he didn't know when, he was used to Feng Xiyao following him, nagging and nagging.

There are also Li Muwu, Lian He, and Liu Cheng...... These old brothers who worked hard behind him when they were in Ximang, all of this was the source of his unwillingness.

"At that time, it was just ordinary!" Chu Ling smiled miserably, now there are only memories left, three hundred years later, some of them may have fallen, and some may have started a family and have their own lives.

And three hundred years is enough time to turn him, a prisoner, into a marginal person in this world.

"I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling!" Chu Ling roared as he looked up to the sky, and bitter tears slipped down again......

One month......

Two months......

Trimester......

For three months, Chu Ling was looking for a way to escape, digging holes, digging walls, shuttling through the void, and even directly opening the pagoda like the White Elephant Bodhisattva...... All the methods that could be imagined, Chu Ling tried them all, but they all ended in failure.

In the past three months, Chu Ling spent all his time studying and escaping except for resting, and even his cultivation had fallen behind, he was exhausted and had come to the end of his rope.

"Alas, time is also fate. Chu Ling sighed desolately, sat on the ground, and began to practice, it seems that the tribulation of these three hundred years is inevitable, rather than wasting time like this, it is better to take the opportunity to practice steadily.

In three hundred years, he firmly believed that he could reach an unimaginable point, and if he entered the White Jade Immortal Palace, the time would be delayed by three times, and three hundred years would become nine hundred years.

This is nearly a thousand years of time, and it can't be said that it can give him any hope of impacting the Emperor Realm, thinking of this, Chu Ling's gaze became firm again, it seems that life is not as hopeless as imagined......