In Ling Zhan's eyes, He Laowei's ancient fragment was undoubtedly the biggest killer he had ever seen, and once he succeeded in cultivating, he could forcibly take it and suck in the true yuan of the world.

If you learn to take the Yuan hand, you can take the merit and nourish yourself, and it doesn't seem difficult to become a martial artist in ten years. When the time comes, he will enter Bing Ge Tower, break through the ninety-nine floors, and collect Bing Ge Tower, which is really invincible in the world at that time.

The Soul Devouring Sect entered many chess pieces within the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect, some of them were mixed in the outer gate as ordinary disciples, some became core disciples of the inner court, there were also ordinary elders of the two courts, and there were even Taishang elders who mixed up at the top level, of course, there was no shortage of two family slaves like Nanming who were rebelled.

To be able to enter the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect, at least you have to cultivate as a great martial artist, this time the sect was purged, and many disciples of the Soul Devouring Sect were killed, of course, there were a few lucky ones who were locked up in the dungeon of the mountain gate with those elders.

Mukong and Ling Zhan descended from Aoki Peak and walked all the way to the mountain gate dungeon. The guards knew Mukong and let the two of them in.

The dungeon was dark and damp, the vitality of heaven and earth was extremely thin, Ling Zhan felt very depressed when he walked inside, and after walking through a long tunnel, the two of them came to the prison door.

Ling Zhan was just about to walk forward, but was pulled by Mu Kong: "Senior brother, be careful, this phantom array in front of you, below is the abyss, you follow my steps!"

Hearing Mu Kong's words, Ling Zhan took a breath of cool air, careless, really careless!

Thinking that this place was a mountain gate and that it was impossible for the prisoner to escape, he relaxed his vigilance. As everyone knows, in addition to those prisoners, this place is also full of murderous opportunities.

If he hadn't been pulled by Mukong in time, he would have been transferred into the abyss by now. Ling Zhan licked his dry tongue and cautiously followed behind Mu Kong.

Mu Kong explained to Ling Zhan: "Junior brother, don't look at this dungeon without any aura, in fact, all the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi here has been absorbed into the formation eye, this is a natural formation of the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect!"

"Natural formation?"

Ling Zhan was taken aback in his heart, he didn't expect that in addition to Nanming's land, the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect also had a natural formation, but he didn't know if the natural formation in this dungeon had anything to do with Yu Ming, the master of the sect's ancestor.

Ling Zhan followed behind Mu Kong, and he didn't say much, looking at the formation structure here as he walked. The longer he walked, the more surprised Ling Zhan became, he found that the formation here was simply ingenious, and the cooperation with the dungeon was even more seamless!

"Little junior brother, we have arrived, this is the hollow area of the underground abyss, and all the prisoners are imprisoned in this place. Just when Ling Zhan was still admiring the magic of nature, Mu Kong stopped.

Ling Zhan looked ahead, it was empty, there were no cells here, let alone prisoners. So he wondered, "Senior brother, what about those prisoners, where are they kept?"

A touch of ruthlessness appeared on Mu Kong's face: "These Soul Devouring Sect guys want to destroy our Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect, and if they are caught in the dungeon, of course they can't make them feel better!"

Mukong continued to walk forward, standing on a low stump, if he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't have thought that there was a stump here, only to see Mukong muttering a sentence in his mouth, and then a strange change occurred here.

Ling Zhan opened his mouth wide and looked at the rows of round wooden sticks that suddenly appeared in front of him, and there were more than 30,000 vertical sticks more than three meters high, neatly arranged in front of him.

Just as he was about to count them with his divine sense, Ling Zhan found that his divine sense was restricted. This place can't use divine sense, and even Zhenyuan is suppressed.

Ling Zhan found that these sticks were of different colors, most of the wooden sticks were black, almost twenty-seven or eight thousand, and there were also many red, about two thousand, the first wooden stick was thicker than the one behind, it was golden, and there were only fifteen of these golden ones.

I thought that with Mu Kong walking down from the stump, these wooden sticks would no longer appear, but at the end, a purple-gold wooden stick appeared, compared to other wooden sticks with the thickness of his thumb, this purple gold wooden stick was as thick as a bucket, and after coming out of the ground, it continued to rise until thirty meters.

"Senior brother, you don't want to sue me, the prisoners of the sect are trapped in these sticks. Ling Zhan didn't believe that the prisoner would be crushed in a wooden stick the thickness of his thumb.

Mu Kong shook his head, his eyebrows stretched, and smiled at Ling Zhan: "The kung fu that trapped them in the wooden stick, it is better to kill them directly, it is a hundred, how easy it is!"

Ling Zhan looked puzzled: "Then what's the matter with these wooden sticks, the key to the dungeon?"

Mukong motioned for Ling Zhan to continue looking, and said that you will know later.

That's right, when these wooden sticks formed a phalanx, something similar to a sack suddenly appeared on their pole heads, and a piece of black pressure was like a black silkworm chrysalis, motionless in front of Ling Zhan.

Ling Zhan had already guessed that probably all the prisoners were in this black sack, and there was a sack hanging on each trunk, 30,000 sacks, which meant that there were 30,000 prisoners in this dungeon.

But what's the color of those trunks? Could it be that each color represents the strength of the prisoner?

Ling Zhan guessed that the more than 20,000 black ones should be Martial Sects, the more than 2,000 black ones should be Martial Kings, as for the golden ones, the Martial Saints, and the purple-gold ones should be Martial Saints. Think about it, there are more than 20,000 martial sects and more than 2,000 martial kings locked up in this place, if he succeeds in cultivating the Wuji Regent Yuan Technique, and then sucks all these prisoners, then his strength will not be a thousand miles in a day, not to mention breaking through the Martial Zun overnight, the Martial Saint will definitely have no problem at all.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhan was a little excited, pointed to the large black bag in front of him, and said to Mu Kong: "Senior brother, what is the use of these bags, there are so many prisoners, it's okay to kill them, right?"

Mu Kong was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Ling Zhan to ask himself this question, touched his smooth and shiny head, and said: "These black bags will seal the prisoner's ability, and at the same time, they will also absorb their cultivation, and the absorbed energy will pass through the wooden stick to the underground natural formation, and after the formation transformation, it will finally be released into pure heaven and earth vitality for the sect disciples to cultivate." ”

"Then is there anything wrong with these prisoners being killed? Do you want to bear any consequences? such as being punished by the sect or something?"

Ling Zhan was excited at the thought of practicing to become a regent, these prisoners were all great supplements, and of course Ling Zhan would not let them go.

"Little junior brother, why do you ask this question, do you want to kill all the prisoners here? ”

Mu Kong opened his mouth and said: "There are more than 20,000 martial kings and more than 2,000 martial saints here, even if the sack seals their abilities, it's not that senior brother laughs at you, with your current cultivation, no one can kill you." ”

After hearing Mu Kong's words, Ling Zhan was stunned: "More than 20,000 Martial Kings, more than 2,000 Martial Saints?" Ling Zhan suddenly thought of something, opened his mouth wide, and said incredulously: "Senior brother, you said that there are more than 20,000 Martial Kings here?

Mu Kong didn't expect Ling Zhan's reaction to be so fierce, and said calmly: "Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect millions of disciples, the Martial Sect is as many as dogs, the Martial Sect is not qualified to be locked up here, and the least that can be locked up here is the cultivation of the Martial King." Mu Kong continued to himself: "For example, Nan Ming, who harmed you, is a martial saint cultivator, and Elder Li, who murdered you, is also a martial saint, and several of Nanming's disciples are martial kings, and they can't escape, and they are all locked behind." As for the other small shrimps and small fish that have mixed into the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect, they will be killed directly!"

Although Mu Kong finished explaining, Ling Zhan still felt incredible, and opened his mouth wide and said word by word: "Senior brother, then can you sue me sù, the meaning of the color of these wooden sticks?"

Mu Kong smiled: "Senior brother, you are so smart, I thought you already knew!"

"Senior brother, you are extremely smart, and I can't compare to you. Ling Zhan grinned: "Hurry up and sue me." ”

"Good boy, you are sarcastic about me. Mu Kong's mouth was furious, and he was about to fight Ling Zhan, but seeing that he didn't care, he said: "There are 31,751 prisoners in this dungeon, black represents the Martial King, a total of 28,555, red represents the Martial Saint, a total of 3,179, and gold, it represents the Martial Zun, a total of 16 people." Speaking of this, Mu Kong stopped and said no more.

When Ling Zhan heard half of it, his heart was itching, he had to know what that purple-gold wooden stick represented, could it be a nine-star martial artist?

No, no, looking at Mu Kong's smile, that wooden stick shouldn't be that simple.

Could it be that it is beyond Wuzun...... Save zài?

"Senior brother, you are the best, you can sue me, what does the wooden stick at the front represent!"

Halfway through speaking, it was the most annoying, and Mu Kong obviously grasped Ling Zhan's weakness, but didn't say it.

Ling Zhan was helpless, ready to use a killer move, and began to shout at the crow's throat: "Oh, master, as soon as you leave, senior brother, he will bully me~Bully me~Bully me~"

"Don't tell me a question if you ask him a question~ Say it~ Say it!"

The empty valley was full of echoes of Ling Zhan.

Mu Kong couldn't stand Ling Zhan's set, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Okay, okay, don't make trouble, senior brother sue sù you still can't do it!"

Ling Zhan immediately stopped shouting, quiet as a child, and stood obediently in front of Mu Kong, ready to listen to him tell the story.

I saw Mu Kong's face stern, pointing to the purple-gold thick vertical stick and saying: "This purple-gold color represents the existence of the Transcendent Martial Zun, he is the ultimate in martial arts, and he has broken through the human category!"