"Where's that passage?"

Su Yuanbai asked.

Duan Lingqi had always ignored the questions of the woman behind him, but when he heard Su Yuanbai's question, he immediately walked to a multicolored open dragon pattern phoenix tail bottle placed on the side wall of the inner side of the cell, and by the way, he took out a delicate cloud qi deer pattern brocade bag on his body.

I saw that the thin red rope at the mouth of this cloud qi deer pattern bag was untied by Duan Lingqi, and suddenly a strange wind came, sucking this exquisite colorful open light dragon pattern phoenix tail bottle into this small cloud qi deer pattern bag bag.

“…… How could you, the evil Jiao, have a spatial magic weapon of this level? ”

Xi Chunxue grabbed Qu Hancheng's collar with her left hand, and the slender fingers of her right hand clamped a night pearl, taking advantage of the light of this night pearl, she happened to see this scene and exclaimed.

Space magic weapons are the rarest and rarest.

This evil Jiao is not a person from a prominent background, he is a wild demon in the mountains and forests, how can he have a spatial magic weapon of this level in his hand?

"Ritual weapons? What the Venerable Lord gave me is not a magic weapon, but an innate spiritual weapon, which can not only hold dead things, but also hold living people, known as Yunlu Qiankun bag.

Although it is not as good as Lao Jun's purple gold and red gourd, and it is not as good as the Bodhisattva's mutton fat jade pure bottle, it is enough to be comparable to most of the spatial spiritual weapons in the twelve states! ”

Duan Lingqi rarely ignored Xi Chunxue once, shook the cloud qi deer pattern bag in his hand quite proudly, and said.

"Oh, I don't know if I am ignorant, even though the world now only knows the supreme and supreme god emperor, but we should not forget the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

The gods and Buddhas in the sky are now gone, not to disappear and perish, but just to not want to be contaminated with your worldly atmosphere.

You must know that it is not difficult to get through the sky now, and it is easy to get to the ground.

The Laojun in your mouth is Taiqing Daode Tianzun, and his purple gold and red gourd are the beginning of this chaos, when the heavens were opened, they were knotted by a wisp of immortal vines on the ancestor of all mountains, Shenshan Kunlun.

And the Bodhisattva you disrespect is the Bodhisattva of Guanshi, and the mutton fat jade bottle in her hand can hold the water of the five lakes and the four seas, and can also make the dead wood spring.

Not to mention the origin of these two Venerable Names, just the two artifacts in their hands are high-grade immortal weapons, what are you doing to touch porcelain and compare these two things? And thy sack can hold a living creature? I'm afraid that the living creatures that can hold it are only the things of young rats. ”

Xi Chunxue sneered, even though the bag in the hand of this evil Jiao was an innate spirit weapon, the comparison he took out was really a bit ridiculous.

Duan Lingqi wanted to be angry, but when he heard her say the names of Laojun and Bodhisattva, he muttered a few words to himself, and he actually endured it.

He said that the two artifacts were seen from the remnants of an ancient book in a dilapidated cave in Dongxu Mountain, and the owner of the artifact only knew the name, and the name was unknown.

But this woman was able to swear the name of the owner of the artifact, which was enough to make Duan Lingqi, a mountain and forest demon without any background, feel jealous.

However, the quarrel between Duan Lingqi and Xi Chunxue still did not affect Su Yuanbai's half a point, he still walked to the entrance of the passage that Duan Lingqi moved away, and looked at the black floor tiles on the entrance of the passage with calm eyes.

Since he woke up, Su Yuanbai did not control or manipulate what he should do, but acted according to his subconscious actions.

In this way, he probably guessed his own character, a character who is very curious and likes to help others, and his nature is not cruel, he is not afraid of things, but has vague expectations.

So how did such a person become a prisoner of this prison?

Su Yuanbai squatted down and lifted the floor tiles that were different from the surrounding bricks, looked at the deep passage that was enough to accommodate the two of them, and thought silently.

"There are no vents in this dungeon."

Su Yuanbai said suddenly.

"Yes...... Not only dungeons, all prison cells do not have vents. ”

Qu Hancheng, who was grabbed by the collar by Xi Chunxue and failed to break free several times, responded to Su Yuanbai quite embarrassedly.

He didn't expect that this good-looking woman had a lot of strength, and he didn't feel it at all when he escorted her into the dungeon.

"Where did that chilly wind come from?"

Su Yuanbai's brows furrowed slightly, he had already made some attempts and judgments, such as when Duan Lingqi attacked that person just now, and finally when that person escaped.

This made Su Yuanbai sure that there would be no problems with his perception.

"Wind?"

Duan Lingqi also frowned when he heard Su Yuanbai's whisper, why didn't he feel any cold wind.

"yes, I said how could it be strange for me to enter your cell, your cell turned out to be windy!"

Qu Hancheng's eyes suddenly lit up, when he took the corpse rack to the cell today, he always felt that something was wrong, and now listening to this prisoner, Qu Hancheng can be regarded as having figured it out.

It's the wind.

How could there be such an eerie wind in this closed dungeon.

Well?

Qu Hancheng blinked, he felt as if something had flashed in front of him.

Xi Chunxue, who was holding Qu Hancheng's collar, raised her bright eyes in horror and looked at Duan Lingqi, who was only one person left in the cell.

"He didn't use any Qi?"

Xi Chunxue looked at Duan Lingqi and asked.

"Guess."

Duan Lingqi smiled coldly, restrained the mouth of the cloud qi deer pattern brocade bag with a red rope, stuffed the brocade into the yellow lin piece that suddenly appeared on his wrist, and then walked out of the cell without hurrying.

Just now, Su Yuanbai seemed to have used a Dao Gate thaumaturgy similar to shrinking the ground into inches, and it was a Dao Gate Divine Power of Spatial Transfer.

But Xi Chunxue didn't feel any Qi flowing.

Could it be because of this soul-binding chain?

Xi Chunxue looked down at the rattling iron chain on her wrist, but when the evil Jiao performed the demon magic just now, she could clearly sense the demonic power flowing on the evil Jiao's body.

And what surprised Xi Chunxue the most was that there was still a phantom left by him in the position just now, even if the phantom remained for a short time, it still existed.

But the magic power of spatial transfer does not leave a human illusion.

If you don't understand, don't think about it.

Xi Chunxue's slender palm suddenly grasped again, grabbed Qu Hancheng, who wanted to take advantage of her relaxation just now, and then dragged him to another cell.

Su Yuanbai naturally didn't know how much trouble Xi Chunxue had been left by his actions just now, he only knew what the jailer had said just now, which solved the doubts in his heart.

And he was eager to verify it.

So his speed was a little faster.

Su Yuanbai returned to his humble cell, and first glanced at the grass passage, which was the passage that Duan Lingqi had dug before, and he had drilled it himself, and the cold wind would not come from there.

So there's only one thing left.

Brown crockpots.

Su Yuanbai opened the brown crockpot without any hesitation, and was greeted by a smell of stinky urine, which made people want to close the crockpot again.