The Tangmen dungeon is dark and deep, and the bluestone pavement under the feet of the two young people continues to be dark in the distance, and there seems to be no end.

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

Tang Jing had flipped through the classics of the sect and knew that this dungeon was an inverted triangle, and the prisoners on each floor were divided according to their strength, and the further down they went, the fewer the number of prisoners, and the more unfathomable the prisoners' martial arts.

On the sixth floor where the two are located, there are only a dozen prisoners, all of whom are famous masters in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years or even decades, and they have offended the Tang Sect for various reasons, so they were arrested here.

And the person who was imprisoned on the ninth floor of the dungeon was the one who caused the sect leader Tang Zhi to paralyze his legs, so that he could not take half a step out of the Tang Sect for the rest of his life, and he needed the elders of the sect to take needles to cure the poison every day, and the pain was simply worse than death.

……

There are very few records of this incident in the outside world, and I only think that Tangmen has suffered a dumb loss, but this is also the case.

Tang Zhi was fashionable and young, somehow provoked that master, and was chased and killed by the other party all the way to a desperate situation, and when he was alive and dead, Tang Zhi, who was the young head of the Tang family, had to take out an ancestral secret weapon of the Tang family.

The shape of the hidden weapon is unremarkable, it is a copper pipe engraved with a simple pattern, because the age is too long, no matter how careful you care, there are still a lot of dark green patina on the copper pipe.

Seeing that the other party took out a hidden weapon, the master was full of sarcasm, and he didn't seem to take it seriously. Tang Zhi frowned slightly when he saw this, now he didn't have time to think, just when the other party was a light enemy, anyway, he would die horizontally and vertically, and in the end he still chose to twist this secret weapon that was enough to instantly kill the martial immortal powerhouse.

With a scorching breath, a shiny red weapon shot out of Tang Zhi's hand, and because the speed was so fast, even he couldn't see its appearance clearly, only vaguely saw that it seemed to be a feather.

This secret weapon was created by the ancestors of the Tang Sect and was named "Picking Feathers".

……

Tang Zhi's first feeling of this secret weapon was quiet.

The extremely fast castration of feathers is completely different from other hidden weapons in the Tang Sect, not only is it silent when it is fired, but even the flight does not make the slightest sound, and it seems that it does not belong to this world in the first place.

As the future head of the Tang Sect, he naturally knows the evil of this "feather picking", as long as he is contaminated with a little bit, he will be entangled in fire poison, and then he will be slowly burned alive from the inside out.

Unleashing the secret weapon at such a close distance, the other party will definitely die, when Tang Zhi was still imagining the miserable situation of the other party's pain, he saw that the corner of the man's mouth pulled out a sarcastic smile again, and in the next moment, a warm feeling came from his abdomen.

Tang Zhi lowered his head in shock, but saw that the hidden weapon had already submerged into his abdomen.

Tang Zhi hurriedly pulled his clothes frantically, but there was no wound or bleeding at all, and his abdomen was as usual, without the slightest change, he secretly said that he was lucky, but at this moment, a burning sensation that he had never felt before suddenly surged from his abdomen.

Soon, the heat turned into pain, and he drank a large basin of boiling water, and the pain filled his entire soul, and even the breath he exhaled was full of roasting breath.

Tang Zhi sat on the ground with his buttocks, covering his abdomen tightly, the sharp pain was like a tide, wave after wave, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down from his forehead, but before they fell, they turned into wisps of white gas.

Soon, Tang Zhi felt dizzy in his brain, and there was already a lake in front of him, only the pain was still continuing, he couldn't support it anymore, and passed out directly.

When he woke up again, he was already in the Tang Sect, and he knew that he had been in a coma for several months.

Since then, Tang Zhi has not only lost consciousness at the waist down, but also has to live a life with medicinal stones every day, as for the person who has caused him here, he was arrested after five years and nearly three hundred disciples before and after the Tang Sect.

Later, Tang Zhi learned that the person was called Feng Wu, and the ancestor had an indescribable entanglement with the Tang Sect, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to use the seemingly formless and qualitative feather picking to hurt Tang Zhi.

As Ye Jian said, the second half of Tang Zhi's life and the lower half of his body were destroyed, and the reason why he didn't kill Feng was useless was because the Tang family had ancestral rules that he couldn't kill Feng family, so he was imprisoned on the ninth floor of the dungeon.

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Back to the present, Hong Mao and Tang Jing soon came to the first cell on the sixth floor, and the young man was more curious, so he took the lead and looked at the prisoners in the prison through the dim light.

The person in the prison was dressed as a standard prisoner, unkempt and sloppy, and the whole person lowered his head and did not say a word, even if the two did not deliberately restrain their steps, the other party did not move at all.

"This guy won't be locked up for too long, will he?" The boy smelled the not-so-pleasant smell in the cell and couldn't help but pinch his nose.

Tang Jing had a cold face from beginning to end, and said:

"Don't worry, these people's lives are very hard, so they won't die so easily, this guy just ripped off the arm of a Tang Sect disciple last month."

As if in response to his words, as soon as Tang Jing finished speaking, the guy in the cell raised his head, opened his mouth, and let out a series of strange laughs.

Hong Mao looked at this forty or fifty man, and couldn't help but have goosebumps on his back, he asked himself if he had killed enough people, but when he saw the other party's eyes, he still couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Tang Jing added at the right time:

"This guy once killed almost a person from a town overnight, and the local government asked the Tang Sect to take action, and the sect sent a total of eight elders to take him down, but he is not the purpose of our trip, let's go."

After Tang Jing finished speaking, he walked forward, Hong Mao took one last look at the sloppy middle-aged man in the cell, swallowed his saliva, and quickened his pace to keep up with Tang Jing, "This guy is so devoid of conscience, why don't you kill him, so you don't be afraid that he will run away?" ”

Tang Jing shook his head, "Every day, the meals that Tang Men gives to these people are mixed with all kinds of poisons, including medicines that are soft and crispy, as well as other strange poisons, they either starve to death, or help Tang Men test poisons, do you know why that guy didn't speak just now?" It's because he was dumb during a previous drug test. ”

Hong Mao shrunk his neck when he heard this, and said:

"Your Tang Sect is really lacking in virtue, this is not as painful as dying."

Tang Jing was noncommittal, continued to walk forward, and soon came to the second cell, compared to the dirty and smelly first cell, this cell can be described as magnificent.

The young man Hong Mao wanted to make an inquiry, but when he saw Tang Jing walking forward directly with an expressionless face, he didn't seem to want to explain anything, and at this moment, a voice that was neither yin nor yang came from the cell:

"Yo, isn't this Senior Brother Tang Jing, how can you be willing to come to see my brother and me today, do you also want to taste my famous poisonous dragon diamond?"

Hong Mao heard the prestige, but saw a guy with a greasy head and a pink face, neither male nor female, lying on the cell door, and sticking out his tongue and licking the railing, the young man couldn't help but shiver, turned his head and asked in a low voice:

"What's the situation with this demon, and what is the poisonous dragon drill?"

Tang Jingmu did not squint, and said expressionlessly:

"If you're curious, ask him, and I'm sure he'll be happy to give you some answers."

"Forget it, it's not a serious thing when you hear it."

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