In the gloomy sky, purple thunder pythons appeared in the dark clouds, and then there was a low muffled thunder.

The sea constantly crashes against the steep edge, setting off countless white sprays. Looming, a hidden stone gate appeared in front of him.

"What the hell!"

On both sides of the small stone gate stood two figures, two firstborn one-horned aliens, one young and the other had entered middle age.

The young alien was already soaking wet, and when he saw the thunder and the rainstorm was about to fall, he couldn't help but curse in his mouth.

In the face of his companion's complaints, the other alien was expressionless, apparently used to it.

"I'm going to eat first."

After a huge wave crashed, the middle-aged alien spoke.

"Hurry back, I'm hungry too."

The young alien still complained that he just wanted to end this painful work as soon as possible.

The middle-aged alien ignored it, took out a stone key from his wet clothes, inserted it into the stone door and twisted it slightly, and the heavy stone door slowly opened.

The dimly lit tunnels are narrow enough for only two people to enter, and there are seventeen forks along the way, one wrong one can cause you to get lost, and some of them have traps, and if you go wrong, you can die.

Therefore, even if they have walked hundreds or thousands of times, middle-aged aliens do not dare to be careless.

After walking along the dim tunnel for ten minutes, it suddenly dawned in front of me, and I had come to a huge cave.

In the cave, there are rows of bookshelves, and on the stone walls are also various books. A conservative estimate is that there are tens of thousands of copies.

Under the humid air, the smell of books is somewhat pungent.

In the main hall, an old man in a brocade robe was sitting on a stone chair covered with soft demon animal fur, flipping through the books in his hand.

The old man was skinny, with long, disheveled gray-white hair that was casually draped behind his head. A pair of hands crawled with earthworm-like blood vessels, and the weather-beaten face was full of wrinkles, and the twilight was dull, and there was already a lot of vitality on the body.

But even so, he sat upright on the stone chair, maintaining the characteristic demeanor of a scholar, and a pair of bright eyes containing wisdom were hidden under the deep-set eyes.

In the main hall, in addition to the old man, there were eighteen alien races with weapons scattered around, and their task was to guard the old man.

Some people have been guarding for 30 years and have long been accustomed to this kind of work and life.

Although such a job is boring, it is also very easy.

Because this place is very secretive, built on the edge of the edge, ordinary people can't find it at all.

Even if you find it, it's hard to cross the treacherous sea to get here.

Even if you do find it, there are many forks in the road here, and if you are not careful, you will die. No one can come here quietly.

Even if they did come here, they would be able to control and kill the old man in an instant.

In the past thirty-seven years, five groups of people came to rescue the old man, three of them did not even see him, more than half of them were killed or wounded, and fled directly.

The other two groups saw people, but they were all wiped out in the end.

It's been 12 years since anyone came to the rescue.

Footsteps sounded, and a figure appeared at a fork in the road, and a yellow-robed alien appeared in the cave.

Behind him were 21 figures.

The figures had chains on their hands and feet, all of them Terran, men and women, young and old, and even two children of five or six years old.

Some of these people looked like ashes, some looked terrified, their bodies trembled, and one of the children cried out in fear.

The sound of crying echoed in the cave, which seemed a little harsh, and many aliens frowned slightly, and their eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Shut up."

I only heard an angry scolding, and the crying stopped abruptly.

At this moment, a young girl covered the child's mouth so hard that she did not dare to make a sound.

Along the way, they have seen the cruel methods of the alien race, and know the consequences of angering them.

The crying died down, and the alien man walked towards the old man with two books in his right hand, and the rest followed closely behind amid the sound of iron clashes.

Coming to the old man, the alien threw the book in front of the old man and said: "This is your human race's exercise "Fire Liaoyuan", this is the alien exercise "Heavenly Fire Jue", the adults said that there are commonalities, you know how to do it, you have to complete it within a week. ”

Zhou Chengfeng looked at the two paper books in front of him, his eyes were unusually calm.

He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't.

If they refuse, the 21 people in front of them will be brutally slaughtered.

And it was in front of him.

He had refused, ignoring the pleadings and screams, but in the end he had chosen to compromise.

If you fail, or if you exceed the time, you will die.

21 people, more than one death a day, if the people are gone, there will be new ones until the task is completed.

If he had a choice, he would not hesitate to commit suicide, but at this time he could not even commit suicide.

Even if he dies, the other party will give him a new shell.

He'd seen that kind of trick.

Evil and disgusting, so he didn't even dare to kill himself.

"Be honest, don't be guilty."

Seeing that Zhou Chengfeng was always silent, the aliens didn't care, so he left with a word.

"Honestly enter the iron cage yourself."

After the alien men left, the 21 Terrans were herded into an iron cage with a diameter of five meters by two aliens, as if they were captive animals.

And this iron cage is ten meters away from the old man.

Look up and you'll see.

Inside the iron cage, except for the children, the eyes of the rest were fixed on the old man, their eyes full of longing and hope.

They know that whether they can survive or not depends on the old man in front of them.

Facing these gazes, Zhou Chengfeng dodged his gaze and sighed slightly.

When is such a day a head?

In the past thirty-seven years, he has analyzed hundreds of the exercises and martial arts of his own race for foreign races, how can this sin be compensated?

He's a sinner!

He didn't know how many Terrans had died because of the exercises he had analyzed?

Zhou Chengfeng looked down at his hands, although they were holding books, they were stained with endless blood.

Over the years, he has also analyzed a lot of alien exercises, but he can't escape them, and they are of no use at all.

Zhou Chengfeng glanced at the 21 people in the iron cage, and his eyes lingered slightly on the two five or six-year-old children.

After a moment, he closed his eyes, and the soul power in the soul sea shook slightly.

The next moment, his eyes were shining, as if there were endless stars shining inside, a transparent film emerged from his neck, wrapping his brain, and the transparent tentacles were connected to Zhou Chengfeng's head, and there seemed to be some transparent energy in the tentacles entering Zhou Chengfeng's brain.

"Light-Brain!"

Inside the iron cage, a man looked at Zhou Chengfeng and exclaimed.

It turned out to be the third-ranked light-brain beast on the list of rare and exotic beasts.

Although such a demon spirit has no attack power, it is more precious than the demon spirit of the earth list.

Legend has it that the person who refines this demon spirit will have the most powerful brain in the world, and the high IQ is terrifying.

At this point, they understood why the old man was so valued by the aliens.

Why would the aliens threaten this old man with their lives?

"Stop, do you know how many people you're going to kill? What's the point of you living like this? ”

The man asked angrily, holding the iron cage.

He was afraid of death, but he didn't want to live in shame.

As a martial artist, he knew that a wise man who could analyze the exercises was far more terrifying and more harmful than the emperor.

Zhou Chengfeng opened his eyes slightly, the light in his eyes was like substance, and with the assistance of the demon spirit, all the information about the man appeared in his mind.

"Between the ages of 40 and 43, left-handed, sword cultivation, martial arts strength seven-rank flying heaven realm, no refining demon spirit ....."

Zhou Chengfeng did not refute or explain, but silently endured the middle-aged man's questioning and even abuse.

"Yes, we're dead for a hundred, don't do anything for the aliens."

"Old man, you have lived so long, why don't you live enough? How can there still be a face alive? I want to spit on you. ”

"Shut up, you want to die yourself, don't pull us!"

"I don't want to die yet, my parents are still waiting for me to go back."

"It's impossible for the aliens to let us go back easily, so let's die."

In the face of death, everyone has different thoughts and feelings, some people feel that they are dead for a hundred, and some people would rather live.

In the face of prayer and abuse, Zhou Chengfeng behaved calmly, he chose to ignore it, his eyes returned to the exercises, and the exercises in his hands began to be analyzed with the assistance of the super brain at this time....