After the sack was completely removed from him, he suddenly opened his eyes and without hesitation threw the drug on the person closest to him.

Su Zijing's side also used the same method to charm a person.

The two men dressed in gray linen were shocked, their mouths wide open and they wanted to say something, but before they could speak, they fell backwards unconscious.

Fan Chengxiang and Su Zijing took a cursory glance at the surrounding situation.

The scene in front of them was even more cruel than they had imagined.

It was a dimly lit basement, about three zhang long and wide, except for the stone wall at the entrance, the remaining three sides were hollowed out, and several cells were surrounded by iron doors, and there were more than a hundred or so people trapped inside, who were trembling together.

In the middle is a high platform, on which is placed a large Dan furnace, and a strong fire is burning under the Dan furnace, which bakes the whole space a little distorted.

Two fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys numbly poured fuel into the Dan furnace, and each piece would rise a flame half a foot high, baking around the Dan furnace.

A groove was carved around the platform, and the bright red liquid inside was like boiling water, gurgling and bubbling.

Just at this glance, Fan Chengxiang only felt that his scalp was numb.

The fuel thrown into the furnace was a human bone in terms of smell and shape!

I don't know what I practiced, but the snow-white bones were practiced so black and shiny, like extremely dry firewood, and as soon as I threw it into the fire, it quickly burned.

The light of the entire basement comes from the flame under the Dan furnace, the fire is not very bright, but it is enough to see every corner of the basement.

On one side of the high platform, there is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a Chinese face, flat eyebrows, meticulously combed hair, fixed on the top of his head with a simple wooden hairpin, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a good person.

Yu Boxian was furious, in his territory, someone dared to go wild, he flew up, the flying sword appeared at his feet, and flew in front of the two of them in an instant.

"Look for death!" Yu Boxian said through gritted teeth, his hands and five fingers into claws, grabbing the two of them.

Up to now, Su Zijing and Fan Chengxiang have not exposed their spiritual power, and Yu Boxian never thought that there would be monks in Qingsha Town, so he treated the two as ordinary people, which created an opportunity for the two.

Su Zijing looked at the hand that was attacking her, did not retreat, but advanced, directly stepped forward in two steps, dodged sideways, grabbed Yu Boxian's wrist with one hand, and pulled the person down from the flying sword.

Fan Chengxiang also made a move at the same time, and an earthen sword instantly condensed and slashed at Yu Boxian's hand.

Yu Boxian was shocked, only dodged Fan Chengxiang's sword, was pulled by Su Zijing and fell from the flying sword, staggered two steps, and was kicked away by Su Zijing before he could stand firmly, and smashed on the iron door.

With a bang, the iron door shook violently, and the soil at the top loosened, and the mud fell down.

The mortals in the dungeon screamed in fright, squeezed in for a while, leaned together and looked out in fear.

Yu Boxian's injury was not light, Su Zijing didn't have any strength at all, and even used spiritual power!

He is a monk who builds the foundation of the Great Perfection, because he has relied on this vicious method to advance all the year round, and has not gone out to fight against people or hunt demon beasts, so his physical fitness is weaker than that of a normal foundation building monk, and this foot directly kicked him and vomited blood, lying on the ground with a confused face, and he didn't react to what happened.

"You, who are you?"

Fan Chengxiang said coldly: "The one who took your life!"

The sword in his hand absorbed the scattered dirt and turned it into a large knife, and Fan Chengxiang rushed forward with the knife.

I don't know when it started, he also learned from Su Zijing, and liked hand-to-hand combat.

Melee combat is indeed more tiring than remote control of spiritual power, but it uses spiritual power much less than long-range attacks.

In the foundation building period, which is more than spiritual power, melee combat is more dominant.

After Su Zijing didn't fall behind him, the two rushed to Yu Boxian at the same time.

Yu Boxian was taken aback, and only then did he realize that these two people were actually immortal cultivators! And one was the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, and the other was in the late stage of Foundation Building.

He rolled his eyes, and he confronted the two of them, calculating what the odds were!

Obviously, this idea of his mind took a turn and came to the conclusion that he had no chance of winning at all!

The attack of the two was already close at hand, and Yu Boxian didn't have time to think, he moved his wrist, and something flew out of his arms.

A long black banner floated in front of him, he bit his finger, dotted the blood on the flag, and shouted: "Out!"

Several black shadows flew out of the banner, blocking Fan Chengxiang's attack, Su Zijing smashed on the black shadow with a fist, and the black shadow screamed violently, instantly turning into black powder, and the fist wind spread out everywhere, and finally turned invisible.

Yu Boxian's face changed greatly, his ghost banner is not strong, but it will not be scattered with one punch!

There are countless possibilities scattered in my mind, and I still don't know what the problem is!

Fan Chengxiang struggled to support, his earthen knife had three black shadows attached to it, it seemed to be a light shadow, but it was as heavy as a thousand catties, and he couldn't get the knife back despite all his strength.

Su Zijing walked up and tore the black shadow off the knife, tearing the black shadow in half like tearing paper.

"Ah......h

The remaining two black shadows were also quickly dealt with by Su Zijing.

Yu Boxian's heart was dripping with blood, he had practiced a total of twelve, and now he was destroyed by four at once, making all his decades of hard work in vain!

The destruction of the four ghosts traumatized his strength, and he stared at the two with his back against the iron door of the cell.

"Two fellow Daoists, you and I have no grievances, if you have any needs, just mention it, as long as I have it, I will try my best to satisfy you!" Yu Boxian couldn't, so he could only throw out the bait to lure the two of them to relax their vigilance.

At the same time, he planned in his heart that as soon as he had the opportunity, he would kill these two immediately!

For so many years, he has never caught a single monk, and if he trains these two people to take the pill, he will definitely be able to break through in one fell swoop and successfully form the pill!

Yu Boxian showed no trace on his face, and looked at the two sincerely.

Su Zijing frowned, it stinks!

There is a strong smell on this person's body, and the smoked person's brain hurts!

A dark light flashed in her eyes, and her eyes began to turn red.

Fan Chengxiang was stunned, what was going on with this familiar and terrifying aura?

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Su Zijing's beast-like eyes locked tightly on the front, and she saw her lips tremble, and her steps moved.

Yu Boxian was shocked, before he could say anything, why did he start to do it!

"Daoyou ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Su Zijing was already close to him, and rushed forward with a fist.

Yu Boxian hurriedly dodged, and the banner floated in front of him to block Su Zijing's fist, and the entire banner shook violently, and bursts of screams came from the banner.

The resentment was so strong that the mortals in the dungeon were infected, hugging their heads and crying in the dungeon, screaming for them to let them out.