The people who are locked up in the cold are all powerful murderers, and if they can easily break the door and get out like this, how can they be willing to suffer from the cold here day and night.

This cold air, Tianke martial arts.

But Yebei is not a martial artist, at this moment, standing in front of the door, frowning slightly.

The black pillars, like the thickness of an arm, are made of unknown materials, and they can't be shaken at all under the full strength of the Beiwang Sword.

It's obviously not easy to get out.

Yebei held the Beiwang Sword in his hand, did not attack again, and fell into deep thought.

What is the intention of the drunkard old man who helped himself, but locked himself up here?

For a while, the entire Netherworld Cold Prison was silent, obviously imprisoning an unknown number of people, but it was like a purgatory on earth, without any life.

Yebei put the knife into the sheath, turned and walked into the depths of the cell, and sat cross-legged.

If you want to go out, your own strength at the moment is obviously not enough.

Time passed minute by minute, and Yebei was like a sculpture, untouched.

Such an ordinary scene shocked everyone present.

You must know that it is extremely difficult to survive here, how can you fall into cultivation.

If they could cultivate, they would have broken through themselves and rushed out.

There is nothing here, only the sun and the moon, and there is an abundance of time.

"My lord, I advise you not to waste your energy, save more physical strength, and live longer."

A light word floated in, telling the truth.

Your own strength is the capital to live one more day.

Yebei slowly opened his eyes, looked sideways, and in the corner, an ice sculpture only showed a face, smiling.

"You, what's your name?"

"My name, my name is You Ping."

When the man heard this, he immediately replied, looking like a middle-aged face, but he looked unusually old.

In the dark and sunless, anyone will be destroyed by the inhuman appearance.

Yebei waved his hand lightly and motioned for him to come over.

You Ping showed a hesitant look, obviously a little afraid, the young man in white in front of him, seemingly harmless to humans and animals, but he didn't blink an eye when he killed people, if he didn't do it, how could he be imprisoned here, he already regretted it faintly, he had nothing to do just now, so he had to speak.

But the matter has come to this, if you don't go, you have to go, less than 100 square meters, you can't run and run, and there is no place to hide.

With the faint sound of cracking, You Ping walked out of the ice sculpture, every time he did, he was exerting his own strength, undoubtedly shortening his life.

The people here will never spend a trace of true qi for no reason.

You Ping slowly approached, and when he saw Yebei raise his palm slightly, he was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped his steps.

A wisp of true qi burst out from Yebei's fingertips and instantly threw into You Ping's chest.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a miserable scream resounded all around.

Seeing such a scene, coupled with the sound of this scream, no one was afraid.

This position, but it is directly facing the heart, once it is hit, it will definitely die.

This young man in white is going to kill after all.

You Ping was still screaming, only to feel like a fire all over his body, and as he breathed, white smoke came out of his mouth and nose, and even above his head, there was a white mist.

This is the cold that accumulates in the body.

Yebei is not a murderous maniac, so naturally he will not kill him at will.

And after a while, the screams became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared, and You Ping's hideous and painful face slowly unfolded, revealing a faint look of enjoyment.

The cold qi in his body was forced out, allowing him to get rid of years of torture in an instant.

You Ping closed his eyes, his arms were spread, and the heat in his body made him feel like he was in the summer sun at the moment.

No one knew what was going on, and for a moment, there was a look of doubt on their faces.

"Thank you, sir."

You Ping knelt on his knees, grateful.

The cold in the body is completely expelled, and here, at least a hundred more years, or even longer, can live.

It can be seen that these people have been locked up here for an unknown number of years.

"You and I work together to break open the prison door."

Yebei said indifferently.

This person's strength is not weak, and before he was locked in, he must have been a god-like existence.

When You Ping heard this, he immediately cried with a sad face.

"My lord, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's that it's useless."

As he spoke, he looked at the black pillars not far away.

"This cell is made of cold iron, and to this day, I don't know how long it has existed, and it is useless to attack with the power of martial arts."

The words fell, for fear that Yebei would not believe it, so he condensed his palm and fell with his palm against the prison door.

With a muffled thud, the door did not move, not even a trace was left.

"It seems that this cold iron is born to restrain martial arts."

Yebei couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

If you want to break through the prison door with the power of martial arts, it is undoubtedly as difficult as the sky.

"Don't you know, sir?"

Hearing this, You Ping couldn't hide his incomprehension, and it was common sense for Han Tie to restrain martial arts.

Otherwise, this Netherworld Hell would not have been built here, and under the extreme cold temperatures, the cold iron would accumulate and become harder and harder over time.

To this day, even if the God King comes, I am afraid it will not be able to attack.

Suddenly, there was silence again.

Yu Ping received the favor of Yebei, and with a sneer, like a pony, asked, "My lord, why are you locked in?" With your strength, unless the God King himself ......"

Before the words fell, You Ping suddenly stopped.

I just didn't have anything to say, but when I said this, I suddenly felt a little speechless.

Trouble comes from the mouth, and it is better to ask less.

"Si Shen, is it the God King?"

Yebei suddenly thought that today, the person in the Xuanjia armor, Mu Jinge called the God King.

As soon as the words fell, You Ping's eyes were round, and it was difficult to hide the shock.

"Are you being ......?"

"Alas!"

"Locked in by death, my lord, don't think you'll be able to get out."

You Ping said quietly, it was difficult to hide his regret, and his eyes couldn't help but look at an ice sculpture.

The person in the ice sculpture is the person who was imprisoned by Si Shen, and to this day, there are 1,300 years.

offended Si Shen, only death, therefore, being called the god of death by others, although it has the meaning of homonym, but more importantly, Si Shen is extremely ruthless.

"There are other god-kings?"

Yebei Jian raised his eyebrows, the meaning of this You Ping's sentence is obviously more than Si Shen and a god king.

When You Ping heard this, he looked at Yebei's eyes, and he became more and more shocked.

As a martial arts god, I don't know how many god kings I don't know?

It seems that before this person came in, he was not lightly injured and his brain was severely traumatized.

But Yebei asked, and he didn't dare not answer.

"In addition to the Grim Reaper, there are seven god kings."

"If you offend other god kings, perhaps, there is still a chance to go out and offend the god of death...... Alas! ”

You Ping shook his head and sighed.

"Shangguan Xu, is it the God King?"

Yebei then asked, here, maybe you can get everything you want to know.

"Shangguan Xu? Haven't heard of it. ”

You Ping thought for a moment and replied.

This name is extremely unfamiliar to him.

"Shangguan Xu, he is the older generation of god kings."

A faint word, floating from the corner, is the person who Na You Ping said that he has been imprisoned here for 1,300 years.

How can You Ping know about the affairs of the older generation, and only an old man like him can know a thing or two.

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