"Why, my master has obviously passed the assessment!" Xiao Wu couldn't help but speak.

Xuan Qing's heart was surging with anger, but he didn't say a word.

He grabbed the treasure book fiercely, and then tore it to pieces. Ghost dungeon

"You dare?" the man in Tsing Yi was stunned, and his body suddenly exuded a strong murderous aura.

Everyone was embarrassed.

"This kid is going to be out of luck. Who dares to offend Feishan!"

A person next to him also agreed: "Yes, this year's reference is that Feishan is fully responsible." ......”

"This kid tore up the Hundred Treasure Book, which is the symbol of the sect......"

That person was right, the "Hundred Treasures Book" is indeed the symbol of the Qingyang Sect. In previous years, only inner disciples were worthy of possession, and it was poured into the painstaking efforts of the sect masters of the past dynasties, recording the sect rules and a large number of various cultivation knowledge, each of which would take several months to complete.

If it weren't for the expansion of disciples within the sect and the dedication to promoting the power of the sect, it would never be issued to named disciples without exception. And Xuan Qing tore up this book in public! It's really the courage of an ambitious leopard!

Everyone saw that Feishan's face was ugly, and no one dared to say anything. Feishan is the head of the true disciples, and this assessment he has the overall situation, and his strength is equivalent to that of the deputy sect master. I wanted to behave well, but I didn't expect that someone would kill more than 300 people in the territory. If the sect master knows, where is his face?

Xuan Qing looked at Feishan until the last page of the Hundred Treasure Album was torn to the ground, and then he stopped.

The deacon looked at the flying pieces of paper on the ground, pointed at Xuan Qing and said angrily:

"Arrogant, expel me from the sect!"

With that, he raised his hand to float over the confetti, and the messy fragments closed in an instant, and after a moment they were intact.

"Slow!" Fei Shan began, "It's too cheap to expel from the sect. ”

The deacon was astonished, and they knew the means of flying mountains.

"No killing is allowed in the territory, that's the rule. ”

"Since he killed someone, he must be punished severely. Feishan said coldly.

Then he raised his finger: "It's better to send it to the ghost prison." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was scared into a cold sweat. The ghost prison is the most powerful prison in the Qingyang Sect, with thirty-six punishments inside, and the Dao is extremely vicious.

Most of the people who go in are disciples who have made big mistakes, and most of them die for life, and even if they live, they are often left with lifelong disabilities.

The horror of the ghost prison is tantamount to the ghost gate of the disciples in the sect.

The deacon hesitated: "This kid is only four layers of condensation, I'm afraid ......."

The corners of Feishan's mouth twitched, ignoring the deacon's words.

Feishan's sleeves rolled, and a golden light broke through the air, wrapped around Xuan Qing's body, and with a strong pull, he picked him up and flew into the clouds. The two children followed, and after a few moments, they were gone.

Recalling the scene just now, everyone began to discuss.

"This kid is not dead but also crippled. ”

"If you are wrong, you will definitely die. Seeing clearly, he was only four layers of condensation, too weak. ”

"Sure enough, it's an example of killing chickens and monkeys, Feishan is about to stand up, this kid is unlucky. ”

Everyone sighed and sighed, some watched the excitement, some sighed, and some pity, but no one dared to stand up and refute, and returned to the sect and never mentioned this matter again.

......

Xuan Qing followed Feishan for more than a dozen breaths, and finally stopped in front of a gray castle.

The whole castle was shrouded in eerie black clouds, the gate was open, and Xuan Qing was tied up and walked in, turning a few corners, and finally stopping in front of a tall stone gate.

The three of them came to Shimen, but only half of the gap was opened, and a strong cold air rushed out, mixed with the smell of mold.

The two jailers came out and bowed their heads to Feishan, the ghost prison had been idle for many years, and the two of them were very surprised by Feishan's sudden visit, and hurriedly took Xuanqing from the hands of the little boy.

See the Holy See. ”

Feishan nodded, his gaze swept over Xuan Qing's chin:

"This person doesn't know the height of the sky, let him taste the criminal law of the Qingyang Sect, so that he can have a long memory. ”

"Yes. ”

The two responded in unison. Immediately tested Xuanqing's cultivation, but the condensation was four layers, so he frowned and asked:

"This kid is only four layers of condensation, which door to put in?"

Feishan said coldly: "The third ......"

After speaking, his figure flashed, and disappeared for a moment.

The two jailers looked at Xuan Qing and said with pity:

"Boy, what else do you have to say to your family?"

As soon as these words came out, Xuan Qing's heart sank, and he knew that the criminal law of this ghost prison was terrible. Presumably, these two people decided that he would definitely die, so they left a suicide note to their families.

Thinking of his father's expectations, Xuanqing felt sour:

"Tell my father that my son is not filial, let him take care of his life. ”

The two jailers hurriedly took note of it, asked for his name, and led him to the third door, and with a light touch on the door, the door opened with a loud bang.

The two jailers pushed Xuan Qing's body, and Xuan Qing felt that he was pulled by a strong wind, and the whole person was sucked into the third gate.

Creak. The cell door closes.

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see my fingers.

As soon as he took a step, he heard a pop, and a hole was pierced in the center of his foot. Xuan Qing lowered his head and touched it, and there was a sticky liquid flowing out, which should be blood.

Xuan Qing forcibly balanced his body and stood up with the pain, as long as he didn't move, the injured area was on his feet, and he could bear it.

Squatting down, reaching out and touching the surroundings, there were sharp pebbles everywhere, as sharp as a knife's edge.

As soon as the figure stood firm, he felt that the space shook rapidly, and his body immediately lost its balance and fell to one side.

There was a pop, a pain in the heart of the foot, and a new wound was born.

Xuan Qing hurriedly endured the pain and adjusted the posture of her body in order to achieve the best balance.

The space flickered again, and he stumbled down. There were also wounds on his back and arms.

Xuan Qing gritted his teeth and got up, it turned out that this space was sensitive, and only when he was constantly moving, would it not shake. As long as you keep exercising, there will be new wounds, and so on until the last drop of blood is consumed.

That's the terrible punishment!

It's pitch black all around, and you never know when it's going to be an end.

Xuan Qing simply kept walking, and sure enough, the space was no longer shaking, but his feet were bleeding constantly, and every step was very painful.

Puff puff puff. Xuan Qing stepped on his own flesh and blood all the way.

There is no choice, just keep walking. A person walks in the boundless darkness, with no end and no end.

I don't know how long it took, my feet seemed to be numb, and the whole person fell into a state of chaos.

But he still gritted his teeth and didn't stop for a moment. The cold sweat on his body soaked through his clothes, and his steps became heavier and heavier, as if they were filled with lead, and every step was extremely heavy.

There is only one thought in my heart, persistence, persistence.

Qingyang Sect is a famous sect, and all punishments are limited, even in a perverted place like a ghost prison. Xuan Qing firmly believes that as long as he survives that time, he can survive.

After walking for a while, his footsteps became heavier and heavier, and he kept urging with his mind: Don't stop, don't stop.

He fell into a state of extreme, the whole person bowed down, and his footwork became slower and slower.

I felt like I was going to die.

A day and a night passed, although Xuan Qing didn't know the time, and the surroundings were extremely dark, which was the biggest destruction of the punisher's heart.

There was a nucleus in the dantian, which suddenly lit up, and instantly emitted a violent true qi and instilled it into Xuanqing's limbs.

Xuan Qing's body shook, and he suddenly felt much more relaxed, the wound under his feet seemed to be less painful, and the previous wound quickly stopped bleeding, he suddenly had strength, and then walked forward.

After a few more hours, he really couldn't move, no matter how the white ball in the dantian was urged, he didn't have any strength at all.

He didn't stick to it after all.

Xuan Qing's eyes swept the darkness around him, and then he laughed miserably and fell to the ground.

As he fell, a cloud of white light suddenly lit up, emitting a thick white mist that surrounded him and enveloped him in time the moment he fell.

The body was like lying on a ball of cotton, and there was no pain.

When he was dying, his mental strength was extremely good. I vaguely heard someone talking outside the stone gate.

"How long?"

"Two days, two nights. The two voices trembled.

The two men fell silent.

After a while, I heard a voice in a trance:

"Give the body to the old man......"

......

The stone door slowly opened, and a blinding light shone in. Xuan Qing looked weakly out of the door, and in a trance, he saw a white shadow, slowly walking.

The moment he opened the door, he saw a figure wrapped in white gas, the person was covered in blood, but he still couldn't breathe, and he couldn't help but exclaim:

"Gang Qi Protector?!"

After seeing Xuan Qing's face clearly, he immediately called someone to carry Xuan Qing out.

In a trance, Xuan Qing only felt that his body was light, and the next moment he lost consciousness.

......

Two days later, Xuan Qing woke up.

He found himself lying in a dormitory, where incense burned and a faint fragrance came to his nose......

Not far from the bed, an old man in a white robe sat on a futon, meditating, and when he woke up, his eyes opened slightly.

"Awake?" a familiar voice.

Xuan Qing struggled to sit up and exclaimed, "Senior Yuanyue!"

I saw the old man nod indifferently, and then got up and walked towards the bed.

"If the old man goes one step late, your life will be gone......"

Listening to his tone, he obviously knew everything, and Xuan Qing didn't explain, just bowed his head silently.

The two of them were silent for a long time, but Yuan Yue opened his mouth.

"Boy, you're only at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, why do you have a Gang Qi Protector?"

As soon as he asked this, Xuan Qing couldn't help the difference, the **** was in a semi-coma, and he only felt that the white mist enveloped him, and his true qi did not disperse.

He thought about it, and then he thought of the snow crystal.

"The younger generation once took a snow crystal ......"

Yuan Yue nodded suddenly: "I see." ”

Yuan Yue paused, and then said, "No wonder you didn't die in the ghost prison for two days and two nights...... Such a cruel criminal law, not to mention that your cultivation is very shallow, even if you reach the foundation building period, you will only insist on it for a day and a night. ”

Xuan Qing nodded, this time he was able to come out alive thanks to Xue Jing's help.

It turned out that Feishan put him in a ghost prison, thinking that he would definitely die, and he did not make the necessary explanation for the time of punishment.

The two jailers were accustomed to sycophancy, so they made their own decisions, and locked up for a day and a night until Xuanqing died. Who would have expected that after one day and one night, Xuanqing was not seriously ill, so he directly extended the time limit, and this extension was two days and two nights.

If it weren't for Yuan Yue's order to supervise, come to the ghost prison, and save Xuan Qing, Xuan Qing would definitely die this time.

"This snow crystal is a good baby, but the effect varies from person to person, you should experience it well, don't miss this opportunity. ”

Xuan Qing nodded secretly.

Yuan Yue then asked, "Have you ever regretted it?"

Xuan Qing shook his head lightly, "I have never regretted it." ”

Yuan Yue immediately nodded in appreciation: "Come with me." The old man is going to go here. ”

Yuan Yue Zhenren immediately got up, took Xuan Qing and jumped up, jumped into a gray cloud, and swayed away.