Picked up the green noodles and looked at them carefully for a while.

I caught a glimpse that there was still something on the ground that had not been burned.

Wu Wei picked it up curiously, but it was a palm-sized black jade talisman.

In retrospect, Zou Ji seemed to have pinned this black jade talisman to his waist.

After touching his chin and thinking for a while, his whole body was secretly agitated, and the joints everywhere made a strange sound like crackling and stir-frying copper beans.

Suddenly, his body swelled and contracted, and there were subtle changes, and he soon became the same as Zou Ji's physique.

Shrinking bones and deforming are not difficult things for body refiners.

Wearing the green noodle again, his temperament was full of temperament, as if he was the second taciturn and mysterious Tang priest.

Hanging the black jade talisman around his waist, he swaggered outside.

......

After walking for a while, there was a sound of rushing water in front of me.

"Underground River?"

As soon as this thought arose, Wu Wei smelled a familiar heavy smell of blood.

His face changed slightly, and he quickened his pace.

After exiting the cave, there was a deep ravine canyon beneath his feet, and a thick river of dark red blood bubbled from left to right.

Its upstream source should be the blood lake.

Wu Wei crossed a man-made pontoon bridge that crossed the River of Blood and walked to the narrow wall-hanging passage carved out on the other side.

The next path is in the same direction as the runoff of the Blood River.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the sound of several people talking came from the front.

Wu Wei slowed down and turned around the corner.

In front of them was an open space, and the other nine priests were sitting around a campfire, roasting mayfly meat and eating it.

"Priest Tang, why did you go for so long this time? No accidents, right? ”

The high priest who had come to inspect the dragon boat at the same time as Zou Ji that day stood up and greeted.

Wu Wei shook his head.

He glanced over and saw a familiar figure sitting against the cave wall, eyes closed.

"Yours."

Wu Wei squeezed in and sat down, and took a few bites of the mayfly meat handed by the high priest.

"The saint hasn't eaten for so long, you old acquaintance, you still have to persuade again. If she starves to death, we will not escape punishment. The High Priest said.

"Hmph, what is she pretending? If you want me to say, just open her mouth and pour it in! A short priest on the other side disagreed.

"I'll try again." Wu Wei said briefly in ventriloquism.

Holding a bowl of mayfly meat, he walked in front of Zhang Youyi.

"Eat as much as you want." Wu Wei put the bowl on the ground and said lightly.

Zhang Youyi shook his head slightly.

"I'm Wu Wei, and Zou Ji has been killed by me. Listen to me. ”

Wu Wei said.

Zhang Youyi's eyelids jumped, and it took a long time to open his eyes and stare at Wu Wei's treacherous mask.

"Love to eat or not. In the end, you are to blame for being trapped here like your brother Zhang Fu. ”

Wu Wei shook his head, put aside a sentence, and turned to leave.

Zhang Youyi's body shook when he heard this, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he immediately lowered his head to hide his emotions.

Zhang Fu was trapped and died in the Whale Sea, and only she and Wu Wei knew about it.

Wu Wei obviously wouldn't tell Zou Ji about this with a big mouth.

In this obscure way, he revealed his identity to her.

She let out a long sigh of relief, and waited for a while before reluctantly picking up the bowl from the floor and eating it in small bites.

......

"Have you eaten and drunk?"

A plump figure stepped out of the shadows of the high slope.

"Mrs. Yang!"

Everyone stood up and saluted her.

One of the Great Perfection monks in the late stage of the Qi Sea Realm, Yang Wanrong.

She swept her gaze over everyone one by one, lingered on Wu Wei's treacherous mask for a moment, and chuckled, "I have good news for everyone." The torturer woke up, and it was already at the last moment. If all goes well, we'll be able to get out of here soon. In the future, we will slowly organize the remnants of the human race, and regain the believers of the whole day, so that everything will return to normal. ”

When the priests heard this, their spirits lifted and they all said in surprise: "Congratulations to Lord Qi! Congratulations to Mrs. Yang! ”

"The saint stays, and the others come with me." Yang Wanrong glanced at Zhang Youyi and walked deeper with the ten priests.

After ascending a high slope, the cave suddenly becomes larger, and the flat ground under your feet becomes a square.

In the foreground right is a small blood lake about a quarter the size of the Blood Lake, which is also the final destination of the Blood River.

A middle-aged man sat in a magic circle with his back to them, flicking his ten fingers at the blood lake, and his aura flashed.

This person should be the leader of the underground human race who saw the head of the dragon without seeing the end, and another Great Perfection monk in the late stage of the Qi Sea Realm, Qi Shimu.

The two Great Perfection monks of the late stage of the Qi Sea Realm are here, and the sense of oppression is needless to mention.

However, what really made Wu Wei's heart tremble was the huge ape floating in the blood lake, about ten feet tall from head to tail, covered with brown stiff hair.

Torture!

The unfathomable aura emanating from his body instantly reminded Wu Wei of the old woman surnamed Hao in the Tower of Babel.

No, it's even three points better than the old woman surnamed Hao.

At least it is equivalent to the cultivation of monks returning to the Yuan realm!

If it weren't for the green face, Wu Wei's nervousness was beating wildly, and I was afraid that Yang Wanrong would immediately notice the abnormality.

"The couple wants to wake up this murderous thing? I'm afraid I'm not crazy! ”

Wu Wei said in horror.

Several people walked to the lake of blood.

Yang Wanrong said in a relieved tone: "Once this torturer wakes up, it will definitely greatly enhance our strength. Even if we encounter the monstrous demon general Leopard Wujiang, we have the strength to fight. ”

The priests echoed.

"However, there is one last step to revive this torturer."

She turned and looked at the ten priests with a smile.

Wu Wei's heart sank, and he had a bad premonition.

The high priest was a little hairy by her, and said stiffly: "Mrs. Yang, what step is missing?" ”

"Spirits."

Yang Wanrong said lightly: "This torturer was seriously injured before, and his body and soul were separated, but now his body is floating on the surface of the lake, and his soul is sinking to the ground. Over the past hundred years, its physical body has been almost repaired. As long as it awakens its spirit and makes its spirit and body one, it will wake up naturally. ”

"Then now it's just a matter of awakening its spirit?" The High Priest wondered.

"Nope. Can't awaken its spirit. Otherwise, this torturer will regain its strength, and if it does not obey the command, we will all die here. Yang Wanrong gave an unexpected answer.

"Can't you use secret techniques to control its soul in advance?"

"If my husband and I had this strength, we would have led the entire human race back to the Central Plains a long time ago."

Everyone looked at each other, and suspicion flashed in their eyes.

"The most appropriate way to do this is for the divine soul that we can control ourselves, to act as the divine soul of this torture."

Yang Wanrong saw the dagger and said directly.

"There was a cultivator who came down to the ground before, but he was the most suitable candidate. It's a pity that the demon clan broke through the underground and disrupted our plans. For now, it is up to the priests. ”