Thinking of this, he already had an idea in his heart. As soon as Lin Feng was introduced to the door, he put out the score of the deacon of the hanging mirror: "When you come to the Tianzhou Martial Alliance, you dare to pick and choose and disobey the rules, it is rare for people like you to come." ”

"Thanks for the compliment." Lin Feng said, he looked at this room, the cold stone room, there was only one door and one window, one table and one chair, if it wasn't for Sun Jiang to speak, he even thought it was just a stone sculpture.

At first glance, there are only rules, no feelings.

"Wearing a guilty body to enter the door of washing sins, to the deacon of the hanging mirror to be interrogated, this is the rule of the Wumeng since ancient times. Lin Feng, you broke the rules. But it's nothing, the rules are set by people, and there is naturally room for activity. But this room is probably not something you can maneuver around. ”

Sun Jiang's tone was flat and unwavering, with a sense of arrogance in his bones.

He flipped through the case file with his hand at will, thought for a moment, and said: "You have to accept the blood refining before you can continue the trial, this is the price of not going through the door of clearing the crime." If you refuse again this time, then I'm sorry, you and your Kongyang Sect will be wiped out from the Eastern Continent overnight. ”

"Hehe~" Lin Feng smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Sun Jiang was a little annoyed, the calmness on this young man's body was like a mirror, making him seem to see his ugly face under his well-dressed appearance, which embarrassed him.

Lin Feng said: "I accept blood refining, not the cleansing of sins." As for the charges, I don't admit it. ”

"Well, hehe! Whether you are guilty or not, whether you will be punished or not, and what kind of punishment you will receive, these are not up to you, nor do I have the final say. Sun Jiang said in a deep voice, "Come on, take him to the Blood Refining Underground Palace!" ”

Sun Jiang said in his heart: "Stubborn? It's okay, I don't need to bother to get rid of you smoothly and go to Elder Wei to make an errand." ”

He expected that Lin Feng would not be able to get out of the Blood Refining Underground Palace.

The man outside was shocked when he heard this, and promised on his lips: "The disciple will receive the order!" "But in my heart, blood refining the underground palace? This kid's self-esteem is about to kill him!

Blood refining, just thinking about the word, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

Those blood-red, dark blue, or whatever color they were, exuded fierceness and despair. And it is precisely because of despair that they are desperate and have no scruples that they become terrible.

For many years, I don't know how many sinners have walked into the Blood Refining Underground Palace, and they have never been able to get out.

Blood refining is not only a punishment, but also a ritual.

Martial arts are brilliant, no one can break the rules, although few people in this world know what the rules are.

He looked at Lin Feng with compassionate eyes and said coldly, "Come with me, Sect Master Lin." "The title of Sect Master has become a great irony at this time.

Lin Feng ignored it, turned around and strode out.

Hehe, the interrogation of the so-called hanging mirror deacon seems to him to be nothing more than that.

It is said that the Wumeng can be treated fairly, but Lin Feng knows that under the appearance of fairness, it is also the essence of the law of the jungle.

He wants to use his own strength to fight for true fairness for the sect!

Lin Feng felt very strange that there was no one else in such a grand and solemn Martial Alliance Pagoda except the two of them. Along the way, only the sound of boring footsteps echoed in the corridors.

Turning a corner, the man opened a door, and inside the door was a black hole, a staircase leading to the ground.

In fact, the steps are embedded in one of the eight pillars, and if you go all the way down, it is the underground palace.

At the end of the stairs was a door that shimmered red, and the material was invisible. Lin Feng only felt that the closer he got to it, the more uncomfortable he felt in his heart.

A faint smell of blood, mixed with the aura of death, emanated from this door.

The miscellaneous disciple who led him in stood at the door, looking back at him. The look was complex, with mockery, contempt, and condescending sympathy.

"Let's go inside!" "Just walk in." ”

Lin Feng then understood that this gate was not a real gate, but the entrance to a forbidden magic circle. The person who arranged the magic circle was too clever, and he did it to confuse the real with the false, and even a person with super spiritual strength like Lin Feng was fooled.

He walked forward, and was about to pass through the door when he was stopped by the miscellaneous disciples: "Wait! Do you have anything else to say? I can relay it for you, plus, it's not free. ”

Lin Feng glanced back at him, and there was a hint of greed in the other party's eyes. The bad thing is that they are already so greedy, and that guy still puts himself in a very high position.

And he understood that what this man said was actually his last words.

"What I have to say, I will tell them myself." Lin Feng said lightly, turned his head and walked into the door resolutely.

The light and shadow flickered, and in an instant, Lin Feng seemed to hear the ghost crying wolf, and felt a lot of illusory black shadows tearing at his body. They were cold and merciless, claws like knives, piercing his body and freezing his blood.

One step of distance, half a step of the world, half a step of hell.

Looking at Lin Feng's back, the miscellaneous disciple snorted coldly. He looked indignant when he couldn't find anything, but immediately gloated again.

"This door alone can cost you half a life!" He said secretly.

How many sinners have passed through here, torn to shreds by the forbidden force. Over time, this forbidden gate was stained with a strong bloody aura, and it was privately called the gate of hell by the disciples of the Martial Alliance.

"It's just a miser, and when you enter here, you're a dead man, what's the use of keeping so many treasures on you? However, this Lin Feng has a good hand, and he can still pass through this door safely. He muttered, reluctantly turning back.

The phantom hovered around Lin Feng, he seemed to be in a wilderness, the sky above his head was dark, the ground under his feet was uneven, and there were white bones everywhere.

A wave of despair and panic haunted him, causing him to give up on himself several times. But there was a persistence in his heart, which made Lin Feng finally break out of that terrifying wasteland—a power as bright as a star poured out from his Mud Pill Palace, enveloping his whole body.

Suddenly, his mind cleared, and the ghosts around him were dispelled. By the end of his eyes, he was already in a large hall.

The main hall is brightly lit and circular. There are three rows of seats arranged in concentric circles.

The iron-gray chair was rusty and reminiscent of dried blood. The entire hall is clearly bathed in light, but it is full of shadows.

In the middle of the main hall was a ring, suspended in the air, three feet above the ground. Facing Lin Feng, behind the ring, there was a fence gate. He heard the sound of chains rattling and roaring angrily, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a monster.

"Oh, so young!" An old voice came from the ring, startling Lin Feng, if it weren't for this person's voice, he wouldn't even realize that there was someone above.

It was a dwarf, with stubby limbs and a large head. He was silent, pacing to the middle, staring at Lin Feng condescendingly: "Let the ground armor come out." ”

This was not said to Lin Feng, but to give orders.

As soon as the words landed, the fence gate was opened, and someone walked out slowly with a chain. At the end of the chain, there is a man on a leash, if that is still a human being.

(End of chapter)