Seeing that one of the two sides of the fight has left the field, the other is angry and angry.

Zhang Zheng quietly summoned the shuttle and was about to slip away, but before she could get on the shuttle, a spirit rope roared and imprisoned her in place.

The Spirit Binding Rope is a third-order high-grade magic weapon, which can block the whole body spiritual power of people who have cultivated below the Jindan, and it is difficult to break free.

It's a disaster!

Zhang Zheng was tightly bound, and turned to look at the seven members of the Ye family, begging for mercy bitterly: "A few fairies, I am just a passer-by who happened to pass by, I don't know anything, I don't see anything, there are a lot of adults, don't be embarrassed by the fairies." ”

For the sake of her flattering words, the dark face of the woman in charge eased slightly, but the residual anger did not subside.

"You heard about my people today, and you can only blame your bad luck."

She held the hand on the other end of the spirit rope and made a hard effort, Zhang Zheng was almost dragged to the ground, and finally stabilized his body.

The leader woman threw the spirit rope to the other woman, and commanded sharply: "Take her back to the clan for me to take a good look at, and then deal with it when the matter is over." ”

"Yes."

After that, the leading woman stepped on the blue-veined forged yarn and galloped away.

The woman who took the spirit rope looked much kinder, put the struggling Yaoyan on the ground into the spirit beast bag, and looked at Zhang Zheng sympathetically.

"If you want to blame it, blame the little son of the Chen family, who involved you."

Zhang Zheng, whose vision was blocked, really had a hard time, just left the sea of fire and entered the den of thieves.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Zheng was ruthlessly thrown on the cold and biting ground, and his back hurt.

Three walls were towering, and one was a very thick iron net, and it was dark and the light was not seen, and from time to time there was the miserable howling and groaning of beasts.

The spiritual cord on his body has been untied, Zhang Zheng tried to run the spiritual power, and sadly found that this dungeon-like place could actually block the operation of the spiritual energy, and the divine consciousness became difficult to move an inch.

Even without the restraint of the spirit cord, she still couldn't use her spiritual power.

Not only that, but she is now weak all over, and she only feels that her muscles and muscles are sore and uncomfortable, and she can't lift her energy at all, and this dungeon will also weaken people's physical strength.

"Don't try to run away."

Anyone else?

Zhang Zheng looked up and saw that it was the woman who had sympathized with her earlier.

She was dressed in black robes, and she almost blended into the darkness in this dark dungeon.

The woman was still wrapped in the spirit rope in her hand, her expression was indifferent, and she admonished: "This place is that even the Jindan monks will not be able to escape, you better not waste your efforts in vain, let the guards find out, and they will be injured in vain." ”

But if she doesn't run away, wait for death here?

At that time, the woman in charge could say that when the matter was done, it was time to deal with her. They were sure that she had heard something she should not have heard, and how could they allow her to leave unharmed.

Zhang Zheng naturally couldn't tell the woman this, no matter how much she sympathized with her, they were not the same faction, and it was impossible for her to disobey the clan order to help her get out.

Seeing her hanging her head, the woman was silent, her thumb involuntarily rubbed the smooth and cool spirit rope in her hand for a while, and turned away from the place.

After the woman left, Zhang Zheng was the only one left in the huge dungeon, and there was only a scream and wail that could not be heard.

The cold and dead atmosphere is particularly poignant and terrifying.

If you can't use Reiki, what about the vitality of life?

Zhang Zheng sank the restricted divine consciousness into his body with difficulty, and tried to operate the Seven Vital Vitality Vortex, unexpectedly, although the vortex rotated extremely slowly, it still slowly fed out a trace of vitality.

Relying on the nourishment of this trace of vitality, Zhang Zheng barely raised some strength, climbed in front of the iron net with his hands and feet, and tried to break the iron net.

Not very hard.

Zhang Zheng was pleasantly surprised to find that perhaps because of his overconfidence in this dungeon, the iron mesh was not made of rare materials, but only fine iron of average strength.

If it is replaced by the physical strength of the foundation monk, it can be broken with all his strength.

But the vitality can only restore some strength for her, and with the strength that she can now compare to ordinary people at most, she can't shake half a point at all.

This big move had exhausted the weak strength supplied by the vitality qi, and Zhang Zheng leaned weakly against the iron net, and it seemed that it was difficult to move his fingers.

How was she going to escape?

……

The ancestral home of the Ye family.

The black-robed woman stood in front of a closed door, hesitating.

After hesitating for a moment, she put away the rope and summoned up the courage to push open the door and enter the room that had made her wander.

The door was closed again.

In the richly decorated room, the shadow behind the bed obscured by light veils reflects the figure of a woman.

As soon as the black-robed woman entered the room, she knelt on the ground simply, her warm forehead pressed against the ground, and a chill came from the ground where she wanted to connect.

"Miss......"

She only called weakly, her voice trembling.

Seeing no response from the person on the bed, she kept kneeling, her back straight, not daring to shake in the slightest.

After a full hour, a voice so weak that it could barely be heard sounded, "I am not your young lady. ”

The black-robed woman's body trembled suddenly, and she was so anxious that she wanted to argue, but the infinite shame and shame drowned her like a sea, and her miserable white lips opened and closed, and she couldn't say a word.

The voice rang out again, and became fainter and weaker, like its owner, as if it were about to dissipate in the next moment.

"Let's go, no one here wants to see a hypocritical attitude."

The caustic sarcasm in the words was like a thousand needles piercing her flesh and heart, and it hurt so much that she wanted to shout and argue......

Eventually, all the painful struggles came to peace.

The black-robed woman knelt down, maintaining this ridiculous posture, and slowly exited the room.

The moment the door was closed, there was a sudden heart-rending cough in the room, which involved all internal organs, and the sound of breathing was broken.

She...... She's really going to die......

"Yeats, you will be my Ye Qinghuan's sister in the future. Let's practice together, and we will be on the immortal road together! ”

The childish children's voice, with a heroic atmosphere, is still in the ears.

Now only the sound of decay is like a candle in the wind years.

The black-robed woman sat on the ground, hiding her face and crying bitterly, tears like a dam collapsing, but she could only let out a dull and suppressed cry from the depths of her throat.

She Yeats, hypocritical, pretentious, unworthy......

Unworthy......

Besides, Zhang Zheng who was trapped in the dungeon, forgotten by the world, was still angrily tearing the iron net, trying to find a way to escape.

You can't use spiritual power, you can't even open the storage bag, and you naturally don't have tools.

After meditating so hard for several days, Zhang Zheng finally found an opportunity.

In the past few days, she has vaguely guessed what this place is for.

The dungeon is imprisoned with all kinds of demon beasts and spiritual objects, and about every day when it is ugly, three male cultivators will come to the dungeon to tie up a demon beast and leave, and throw it back into the prison when it is united.

All the demon beasts that were escorted out, although they were not injured on the surface when they came back, Zhang Zheng had cultivated the "Neutralization and Transformation Technique", but he could clearly perceive that the life breath of the demon beasts had weakened by half when he came back.

This Ye family wouldn't be practicing some evil art with essence and blood, right?

Zhang Zheng was suspicious, and as the life breath of the demon beast in the prison became weaker and weaker, it grew day by day.

Inexplicably, she couldn't help but think of Senior Sister Ye Qinghuan, who was missing in the sect, and then thought of what the little boy said.

A bold guess arises.

Senior Sister Ye Qinghuan won't be the descendant of the Ye family, right?

Does her disappearance have anything to do with the Ye family?