Two stone lamps are inlaid on the stone wall, which is five feet high and arc-shaped, connecting into a circle to form a spacious water prison.

The water in the dungeon was waist-deep, emitting a foul smell, and the surface of the water reflected the faint light, calm as a dark mirror.

Ling Luofeng was right, in such an environment, no one wanted to stay, but Han Chuang had to soak in the water for two months, if it was an ordinary person, his legs would have to be soaked, even if he was a martial artist, he must always protect his body with his true qi to prevent the sewage from eroding his skin.

With the devouring power of devouring the martial soul, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi slowly gathered towards Han Chuang's body—consumption was not a problem.

But in the face of something more unbearable than consumption, it is powerless.

There was not a single person in the dungeon, not even a living creature, and the only thing in human form was a skeleton chained to a stone wall.

That's right, this can't even be called a humanoid thing anymore, it's just a dead man's skeleton, a skeleton, the surface is dyed black by sewage, and two empty eyes, as if they are always staring at Han Chuang.

No matter whether Han Chuang looked at it or not, no matter where he was in the water prison, it stared at him, without blinking, and under the firelight, the skeleton seemed to be smeared with a layer of orange light.

There is no wind, the wind is dead, and the water is not rippling.

An inexplicably eerie, inexplicably eerie atmosphere enveloped the entire water dungeon.

In this enclosed space, how many people have died, how many heroes have been heroes, wailing in despair here, ending their lives in pain - Han Chuang didn't know, the only thing he knew was that time was passing at a much slower speed than usual.

That's what it feels like to live like a year.

"Someone doesn't! Someone out there doesn't!" Han Chuang shouted twice, his voice colliding with the cold curved stone wall, echoing in this small space, sending out a continuous echo.

Eventually, countless echoes intertwined, fusing into a terrifying hiss, and there was no trace of the original human voice.

No one answered.

This is not surprising at all.

At the height of the sleep three battles, there was a bronze door with green rust, tightly closed, cutting off the air from the outside and the water prison, and the air here was muddy and muddy, with an inexplicable stench, like the precipitation of countless corpses.

"Someone doesn't!"

Han Chuang shouted again, although he knew that it was futile, he could only use the constant shouting to remind himself that I was still alive.

To be alive - what a luxury word.

With a creak, the bronze door opened, and a figure stood in the doorway.

Han Chuang looked up and immediately met two cold gazes, which were emotionless, like two swords dripping blood.

"It's time to eat. "Someone said.

The firelight reflected his face, half-bald, gray hair, the folds on his face were like the skin of a worm, and the rickety figure made his body, which was not tall, even shorter.

He carried a basket marked with bamboo strips and a finger-thick hemp rope tied to the handle.

After saying this, he fell silent, and his eyes suddenly became cloudy, as if the sharpness of that moment just now was just Han Chuang's illusion.

He called the cook, who used to be the chef of the kitchen, because he was crazy, so he was sent to guard the water prison, in fact, the water prison did not need to be guarded at all, the gate was three battles high, the water surface could not be borrowed, no matter how high the body was, it was difficult to escape.

Therefore, the main task of the cook is not to guard the prisoners, but to deliver food to the prisoners and ensure that they do not starve to death, but if he bites his tongue and kills himself, or hits his head against the wall, it is not his duty.

In fact, no prisoners in the water prison ever starved to death.

Han Chuang looked at his zombie-like face, smiled helplessly, and said, "Okay, I know you won't talk to me, send the food down." ”

The human cook ignored Han Chuang, but still hung the basket down, Han Chuang swam under the door, caught the basket, and took out the rice inside.

Cooked rice.

Gray rice.

It smells weird.

There are no dishes.

There is no dish that pushes rice into the throat.

This is also normal, for a prisoner, he can stutter without starving to death.

"Let's put away the dishes in a moment. Han Chuang waved his hand and motioned for the cook to leave.

Talking to someone who never responds to your questions is no different from talking to this curved stone wall, and it can even make you feel a sense of frustration, as if human language has lost its proper role.

With the faint light, Han Chuang shaved the rice into his mouth with his hands, and not surprisingly, the rice not only smelled weird, but also tasted very weird, and it tasted like pig food in the trough.

Han Chuang frowned, and ate the unbearable food in three or two times, and it took about half an hour to swallow it completely.

Like wheat bran, the sharp edges irritate the throat, as if to make a cut in the throat.

"It's really fucking unpalatable, I must advise the master of the door in the future to let him improve the food in the water prison. He looked at the skeleton trapped in chains on the stone wall with pity, and said to himself: "Brother, I guess you can't stand the excessive food before you think of committing suicide." ”

The skeleton has a distinct spiderweb-like crack on its head, apparently caused by striking its head against the stone wall.

Han Chuang smiled and said, "Brother, how long have you been here before you think of committing suicide?"

No one answered, and the skeleton's empty eyes stared at him firmly.

Han Chuang smiled again and said, "Brother, it's not worth dying, like me, I feel that I must go out." ”

He chattered with the skeleton in boredom, until a voice sounded in his head: "Don't say it, master, he can't hear it." ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "But you can hear it, don't you?" The tone suddenly became vicious: "Okay, you little white, you haven't said a word for so long, are you going to let me stay alone in the water prison for two months, and then go crazy?"

Xiaobai said: "Master, it's a big wrong, you didn't call me, I thought you liked this kind of environment." ”

Han Chuang suddenly discovered that it was not himself who was really crazy, but Xiaobai, his own contract demon beast, which actually thought that he liked the environment here.

Oh, my God!

Could it be that the IQ of demon beasts has become like this?

Han Chuang said angrily: "You like this kind of environment. ”

Xiaobai grinned and said, "That's right, I just like this kind of environment." As he spoke, he climbed out of Han Chuang's sleeve and swam freely in the water.

Han Chuang rolled his eyes helplessly.

He suddenly understood that the world of demon beasts was definitely beyond his own comprehension, so he calmed down and began to recall yesterday's battle.

To be honest, the power of the Xuantie heavy sword even made him feel frightened, after the sacrifice of the stone ape's blood, the weight of the sword body itself exceeded three hundred catties, plus the strength of his sword, not to mention the strength of a thousand catties.

The power of thousands of catties smashed down, and in the middle of the Yuan period, it was almost an invincible existence.

This also made Han Chuang see the advantages of the heavy sword; of course, there are two sides to everything, and if there is an advantage, there must be a disadvantage, in fact, after Han Chuang killed Yan Zhen, he felt that his true qi was unsustainable, otherwise he would not have just taken Lu Bohan's sword, and the heavy sword would fly away.

This shows that although the heavy sword is powerful, the consumption of the martial artist is also very great, after all, Han Chuang's current physical strength is not too strong, and the use of the heavy sword still needs to rely on the power of true qi, and true qi is not endless after all.

"It's time to practice arm strength. Han Chuang thought to himself.

Arm strength training is a long-term process, and it is difficult to achieve immediate results, but this is a helpless thing, if Han Chuang wants to make the heavy sword of his arm move, he must rely on his own strength to move the sword, not his true qi.

Han Chuang began to recall the means of exercising arm strength in his previous life, and gradually had some eyebrows in his heart.

At this moment, Xiaobai suddenly spoke: "In fact, arm strength does not need to be practiced, and some people are born with superior arm strength." ”

Han Chuang rolled his eyes and said, "I also know that some people are talented, but I am not included among these people, I am just an ordinary person." ”

Xiao Bai's laughter echoed in his mind: "If the master is an ordinary person, there will be no special people in this world, and your Devouring Martial Soul makes you extremely talented compared to the vast majority of people in this world." ”

Han Chuang laughed, laughing sarcastically.

If he had heard this when he had just obtained the Devouring Martial Soul, he would have accepted it gladly, but now, after seeing many wonderful Martial Souls, he began to have doubts about the level of the Devouring Martial Soul.

Not to mention anything else, Nie Qingqing's green jade relic is a great martial soul, which not only has a suppressive effect, but also can unload the other party's strength.

It's not that the King Kong who treats some attacks is not bad, but the real King Kong is not bad, and all evils are not invaded, which makes Han Chuang jealous just thinking about it.

Xiao Bai naturally thought in his heart, and said with a smile: "Master, don't be presumptuous, your devouring martial soul is also very good, with the improvement of cultivation, you can finally reach the realm of all rivers, and the realm may not be worse than King Kong." ”

Han Chuang smiled again and said, "Then tell me, Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, which kind of devouring martial soul does my Devouring Martial Soul belong to?"

Xiaobai thought for a while and said, "None of them belong to." ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "How can there be any martial souls in this world who are not familiar with these four levels?"

Xiao Bai said: "Devouring the Martial Soul is not familiar with the task of one level. ”

If Xiao Bai said this with a smile, Han Chuang would definitely think that it was just a comfort, but at this moment, Xiao Bai's voice was surprisingly solemn.

Although Han Chuang didn't know the details of Xiaobai, he knew that this was a Jiaolong who was almost about to successfully transform into a dragon, and even Heijiao would rather give up the opportunity to transform into a dragon to its Jiaolong, would such a Jiaolong be an ordinary demon beast? Obviously not.

But Han Chuang never broke it, and Xiaobai never talked about it, one person and one demon seemed to be secretive about it, and reached a strange tacit understanding, which undoubtedly made the relationship between this person and one demon closer.

Xiaobai said: "In my opinion, Devouring Martial Soul should be a kind of martial soul that has no grade and no level, but has infinite possibilities. ”

Han Chuang's heart lit up and said, "Let's hear it." ”

Xiaobai said: "It's very simple, no matter how powerful other martial souls are, they will only have one or several special attributes, and although your devouring martial soul has no attributes, you can get attribute bonuses by devouring other people's martial souls." It's like your Nie girl's green jade relic, if you devour her martial soul, you will have the ability of the green jade relic. ”

This was a devil's temptation, Han Chuang's head shook like a rattle, and said, "I won't devour Qingqing's martial soul, don't even think about it." ”

Xiaobai said helplessly: "Example, this is just an example." ”

Han Chuang said: "I can't even cite this example. ”

Xiaobai couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a hero and a sad beauty, master, don't you feel that Miss Nie is a little mysterious?"

Han Chuang smiled, and after a while, he spoke: "Of course I know Qingqing's mystery, but I know better that she will never hurt me. ”

"But—"

Xiaobai wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Han Chuang: "Needless to say, I know that you are for my good, but Qingqing can definitely be trusted, you look at Old Man Helian and Mrs. Shen, I don't have many thirty years to waste." ”

After hearing this, Xiaobai surprisingly did not object.

In the gloomy water prison, he fell into an eerie silence, and after a while, he heard Xiaobai say: "Okay, back to the topic just now, it is not necessary to practice hard to improve arm strength, and hard training may not be able to practice to the extent that you can use the heavy sword freely." ”