Lin Feng was covered with orange cold spiritual power, and he was moving in the spiral-shaped stairwell.

Bang!

When he ascended to a special position, he failed to fall to the ground again.

It's been the thirty-fourth time, and weirdly, every time he's almost landed in the same place, and the floor smashes a hole in him.

"Strange thing, I can obviously go out!" He was helpless, touching the tip of his cold nose and thinking.

This height would not trap him, not to mention that he had just broken through to the third order, which was the time when his spiritual power was at its fullest.

If all the conditions are met, why can't you reach the top?

There it was, less than three feet from the exit, and every time he got to that place, he fell to the ground inexplicably.

Lin Feng tried many methods, but in the end they all failed.

After thinking about it, Lin Feng decided to try again, he couldn't be trapped here for the rest of his life, right? This time, though, he decided to set his sights on that eerie place.

After a few vertical leaps, Lin Feng easily returned to that height. This time, he concentrated on releasing all his senses, trying to sense the cause of the anomaly.

The huge oppressive force pressed down from above, and the ground was like a huge magnet, and he was a small iron nail.

With such a huge attraction and oppressive force, it is no wonder that he falls. And all this happened so quickly that he would not have been able to detect it if he hadn't sensed it deliberately.

Lin Feng cautiously approached and found that the huge repulsive force was generated between the two bookshelves.

The shelves on the wall are almost one-piece, and only here are the gaps about a finger wide.

In the cracks, a faint earthy yellow light escaped. Because the night pearl around it reflected a certain book, it was also an earthy yellow light, which Lin Feng hadn't noticed before.

"What is this?" Lin Feng's palm was close to him, and he suddenly sacrificed his spiritual power to suck out the hidden object inside.

Smack!

A gray model of a house no more than an inch in length, width and height fell into the palm of his hand. The model is very delicate, except for the noticeable lack of a piece at the bottom.

Although Lin Feng could easily hold it steady, its weight was not light, to say the least, it was two thousand jun.

"So heavy? What is it made of? Lin Feng observed it with great interest and took it into his pocket.

Strange to say, after taking this little thing, the previous feeling of falling pressure disappeared, and Lin Feng easily jumped out of this treasure house of books.

You have to find Wu Side and Si Zhiyuan as soon as possible, it's too weird here.

Even for this demon removal and defense action, Lin Feng had faint doubts in his heart.

……

Two hideous and terrifying statues stood at the entrance of the stone cave, their green eyes radiating an evil light, and at first glance they looked like they were alive.

From time to time, there were sounds of whipping, beating, shouting, and wailing in the cave, and blood and anger filled it.

In the small stone cave, there is a huge stove in the corner of the west wall, the furnace is in full swing, and the temperature here is extremely high.

Horrific torture instruments hung on all four walls, and Zhang Hong held a piece of watermelon in his hand, nibbling on it while watching with great interest as people were tortured.

"Wow, it's so comfortable! Come on, come and hit me, hit your dad's big watermelon! Tickle ......" Woodside was hung in the air covered in blood by two iron locks piercing his collarbone.

Shocking whip marks were engraved on his body, and in some places the white, slippery periosteum could be seen.

He desperately raised his stubborn head, looked at the people below with disdain, and spewed a mouthful of bloody spit.

He laughed, and the harder the enemy hit, the louder he laughed.

Anyway, he can't live, a manly man, and he has the backbone to die.

A shirtless, red-masked, flesh-like man with a spiked whip in his hand was whipped at him.

Next to him, Si Zhiyuan was also hanging, covered in blood, bowing his head and sneering. He exudes an aura of despair and sadness that makes people's hearts palpitate.

On the other side is Zang Shufeng, this guy is very unplanted, as soon as he was hung up, he howled like a pig, and there were even brown water stains in the crotch of his pants.

Wu Side shouted: "Si Zhiyuan, don't be sad, it's better if Mao Mao dies, it won't feel pain anymore." ”

Si Zhiyuan's eyes were full of anger, his eyes were bloodshot, he clenched his teeth, and blood flowed out of his gums.

Mao Mao was picked up from the wild during one of his experiences. From the size of a small baby, raised for ten years, like a relative.

He recalled the scene with Maomao countless times, they frolicked together, practiced and grew up together, and took a bath together...... Maomao is not a demon beast, as if he is a person.

But just now, it was punched to death by Zhang Hong and thrown into the blazing furnace.

Anger, resentment, sadness, Si Zhiyuan was filled with these emotions. He felt blind in his eyes, deaf in his ears, and the whole world was nothing but white. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Woodside's lips squirming, but he couldn't hear what he said.

Mao Mao, Si Zhiyuan shouted in his heart, I will definitely avenge you.

"Angry, right? Well, that's it. Zhang Hong threw away the watermelon skin, wiped his mouth with his hand, and sneered cruelly, "The more angry you are, the stronger the Demon Ancestor will be." ”

Si Zhiyuan raised his head, his eyes were fierce and cold, like a sharp knife. It's a pity that his knife never seems to be able to stab the enemy in the heart.

Zhang Hong waved his hand and pointed at Si Zhiyuan, so the two demons stepped forward and put him down.

As soon as Si Zhiyuan regained his freedom, he immediately pounced on Zhang Hong like crazy: "I'll kill you!" ”

Zhang Hong smiled contemptuously: "Come on, I'm here." ”

Si Zhiyuan had also stepped into the martial arts realm, so this time the family sent him to participate in this operation to eliminate demons. In Jinyang City, he has already made a name for himself.

However, he punched Zhang Hong in the heart with all his strength, and just rushed to his side, he was kicked away.

Rumble!

He hit a stone pillar and slipped against it, the wound on his waist hurt sharply, but the wound in his heart hurt even more. The fluffy little golden body has been jumping around in his mind, so playful and cute.

"Don't stop, get up and keep going!" Zhang Hong said coldly.

In the firelight, his bald head glowed with a quiet light.

When Wu Side saw Si Zhiyuan's appearance, he immediately scolded fiercely: "Your mother has a big watermelon, my brother is injured, and he has the ability to rush at me!" ”

He swung his body vigorously, but his spiritual power was exhausted, and his chains were added, but it was useless.

He could only watch Zhang Hong beat Si Zhiyuan, as if it was not a person, but a pile of garbage.

Blood kept spurting out from Si Zhiyuan's mouth and nostrils, and his consciousness began to blur.

The quicksand has absorbed their spiritual power, the water prison has exhausted their physical strength, and now they are vulnerable.

Zhang Hong needs anger, he needs hatred, and the Ten Thousand Demon Cave needs these powers.

Torturing people is his job, and he has grown to like it.

In the Dark Holy Cult, he has a nickname - the Angry Gatherer.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the distance, followed by the cave shaking.

Zhang Hong frowned, and said to the people around him: "Go and see what's going on." ”

The demon replied, "Yes!" ”

He turned and rushed out, and almost immediately came back - flying back.

(End of chapter)