Thinking of this,

Ding Xiaoyi didn't have any guilt for the mandrill dying in his hands, this mandrill deserved to die.

Every Sword Pavilion disciple who was imprisoned in the Sword Prison violated the rules of the Sword Pavilion.

And this mandrill should have recovered some of its cultivation, coupled with that powerful illusion, which made this mandrill do the act of killing people and overselling goods.

Under his feet was a hard stone ground, and Ding Xiaoyi's body was like a wriggling ant in this endless dark abyss.

Yin and Yang reincarnation eyes appeared in front of his eyes, and he took in the abyss of the sinner.

It was an endless abyss, dark and bottomless, with the sound of wriggling on both sides of the abyss.

He knew that the prisoners of the Sword Pavilion were also imprisoned in this abyss,

However, the prohibition of this city seems to be even stronger, and the prisoners of the Sword Pavilion imprisoned here are even stronger.

Ding Xiaoyi also felt a series of fierce sword qi attacking him, but they were all blocked by his roaring sword intent.

He walked along the long stone path at his feet,

The stone road seemed to be endless, and he walked for a long time but still did not come to the end.

In the midst of that abyss,

He also saw mottled shadows, shadows huddled one after another.

Each figure exudes a palpitating aura.

In the abyss,

Several huddled figures let out a whimpering sound, like the ghosts of the Nine Hells.

Ding Xiaoyi walked for a long time, and only then did he find out the general outline of the abyss of the criminal.

It's a bottomless ravine,

On both sides of the ravine were also caves, and there were huddled figures in the caves.

The abyss of sinners, shrouded in boundless darkness,

There was no candlelight, not even a glimmer of light.

He looked up at the sky, which was covered by a curtain of darkness,

There was a palpitating demonic aura around them.

A guilty man let out a wail, they were a sword cultivator who had fallen into the devil.

Every sinner who has entered the demon is strong, and he is the strongest person of the Sword Pavilion back then.

The diffuse sword qi crisscrossed the country, and each sword qi exuded a maddening demonic intent,

The abyss is like the Nine Ghost Prisons, terrifying and terrifying.

His body swept up, shuttling through the abyss of endless darkness.

The criss-crossing chains weave a large net,

He stepped on the chain with his feet.

The iron chain is filled with domineering sword energy,

This sword qi did not cause any harm to him, because this sword qi was not stimulated.

His figure fell sharply, trying to descend to the bottom of the abyss.

subsequently

He heard a gust of wind, and it was loud.

The howling sound of the wind lingered for a long time.

Ding Xiaoyi's heart froze, there was still the sound of the wind howling in this abyss,

He couldn't help but sweep away, and swept away towards the howling of the wind,

Stepping on the chains, his figure became faster and faster.

Soon, the howling wind grew louder and louder.

Then he appeared on a rocky platform, and the wind swept in.

The force of the impact nearly knocked him away,

His feet were steady, and his body stood firmly on the high platform of the rocks like a thousand pounds.

A figure was chained by countless chains, allowing the wind to beat on his body,

Ding Xiaoyi came to the figure bound by several iron chains.

The placket of the figure's clothes was already rotten, but the figure did not have the slightest breath of life.

The figure had died of exhaustion, and he didn't know how long it had been dead.

Behold the height of the rock

Taiwan, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel a burst of unconcealable sadness in his heart.

His hand touched the figure's withered garment,

The placket turned into a pile of powder, and when it was blown by the wind, it instantly dissipated into the abyss.

The wind tore at the figure wantonly, and the figure had already turned into a pile of white bones.

Without warning, the white bones were finally swept up by the wind,

At the end, there was a "whoosh", and the white bones were pulled by the iron chain and danced in the wind.

The wind was fierce, cutting the white bones wantonly,

In the end, the chains turned into countless tentacles, tearing open the white bones.

The figures on the high platform made of rocks had long since fallen apart, and only the chains danced wildly.

Ding Xiaoyi stood silently on the high platform, and this nameless Sword Pavilion criminal was finally wiped out.

The wind was still roaring, and the powerful tearing force swept over Ding Xiaoyi's body.

This is a gust of wind containing domineering sword energy,

If you don't have enough sword intent to fight against it, the flesh on your body will be cut off piece by piece like a knife.

This nameless Sword Pavilion sinner obviously died under this wind blade in this way.

The mad sword vaporized into the wind, wantonly cutting his flesh.

Over time, even the Divine Bone Immortal Body will be cut to pieces.

Compared to the figure huddled in the abyss, how unfortunate is the sinner on the high platform of this rock.

Their flesh was wantonly cut by the wind blade, and their will, their flesh had already been destroyed by the wind blade.

Eventually, they were wiped out, leaving nothing behind.

Ding Xiaoyi sighed, he was about to leave,

As soon as he stepped on his feet, there was a "clang", and he heard a crisp sound.

He felt as if he had stepped on something, and he leaned over to look.

He saw a swarthy token at his feet, and this token was also made of dark iron.

Ding Xiaoyi picked up the token, and his heart was inexplicably sour,

Because this token is very similar to the one that Gu Yanning gave him.

The only difference is that the front of this token only has the word "Tianji", and the back of the token is also a sword array relief composed of several swords.

He was sure that this criminal who was imprisoned on this high rock platform and tortured to death by the sword wind was a disciple of Tianji Peak, and he couldn't help but feel an unconcealable anger in his heart.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes raised, and he saw several rock platforms.

There was a figure on each of these rocky platforms, and the gusts of wind turned into a sword blade that swept over the high platform.

The figure bound by several chains was being swept by the wind, which was like a sword blade, blowing fiercely on the figure.

Ding Xiaoyi stepped on the criss-crossing iron chain and swept towards the next rock platform,

He appeared on the high platform, and a fierce wind blade swept in.

The wind blew with the supreme sword aura,

The sword intent surging around Ding Xiaoyi's body, blocking the swept wind.

As soon as his figure stabilized, the figure on the high platform immediately turned into a pile of powder,

In the end, the white bones were visible to the naked eye, and they also turned into powder, and were swept into the abyss by the sword wind.

The figure was also gone.

Several chains danced wildly, like a ghost carnival,

A token appeared in Ding Xiaoyi's sight.

Seeing the token, Ding Xiaoyi leaned over and picked it up.

Throwing the token into the Qiankun bag, Ding Xiaoyi's figure shook, and he left the high platform.

His figure shuttles through this endless abyss.

He landed on one high platform after another, and then one after another figures turned into powder and dissipated into the abyss.

Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, he had already raised more than ten Tianji Peak disciple tokens.

In the depths of this abyss of criminals, the disciples of Tianji Peak were imprisoned on the high platform of the rock.

He didn't know what crime Tianji Peak's disciple had committed and actually suffered such torture.

An unspeakable sorrow surged in Ding Xiaoyi's heart,

The criminals in the forbidden area of the Sword Cave are all related to Tianji Peak, and the criminals in the wall room should be accomplices who participated in the encirclement and suppression of the disciples of Tianji Peak.

And the prisoners on the rocky platform in the abyss of this sinner are the disciples of Tianji Peak.

He swept up one rock platform after another, and there was not a single one alive.

The sinners on this high platform have all turned into a pile of powder and dissipated into the abyss.

Ding Xiaoyi always felt that something was wrong, why as soon as he arrived on this high platform, the disciples of Jifeng immediately turned into a pile of powder.

His eyes lifted, and a figure appeared on a high rock platform in the distance.

The figure was petite and delicate.

Ding Xiaoyi's heart sank, who was that not Gu Xiaotian.

He saw the petite figure paused beside the high platform for a few breaths,

Then the petite and delicate figure swept up and headed towards the next high platform.

"Little Heaven",

Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help shouting at the petite and delicate figure.

But the petite and delicate figure turned a deaf ear and ignored it.

Ding Xiaoyi is very sure, that is Gu Xiaotian,

He didn't know what Gu Xiaotian had done to these disciples of Tianji Peak who were bound by iron chains.