There was no sunlight in the early morning, and only a gray darkness could be seen through the distant horizon. It's like a huge prison, and everyone lives in this environment where they don't see the light of day.

People who are accustomed to green mountains and rivers and lingering aura are full of longing for their hometown.

With the heart of seeking immortals, they entered the immortal tomb to find an opportunity to break through, bringing endless humiliation and emptiness.

used to be a powerful party, or a highly respected person in the sect, but at this time they have all become tools driven by others.

Hatred and anger are the eternal themes here.

The weak-willed cannot survive in this environment, and people fall every day.

Either die at the hands of others, or cut off on your own.

There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart.

The news that Ruan Ruan had received from others made his heart heavy.

His number was added because someone died.

Those who can survive have a tenacious heart. The three people in front of them have experienced something that makes them lose hope for the future.

All this changed after the arrival of Ruan Ruan.

Ruan Ruan didn't immediately lift the ban for the three of them, and he didn't want to startle the snake too early until he had a complete understanding of the Soul Sect.

Not only the monks of the Canglan Continent, but also the monks of other counties. He didn't know how big this world was and how many secrets it contained.

"Don't worry, I've come here to find out the secrets here. Until then, you will have to be patient. Ruan Ruan comforted the three of them.

The sixth middle-aged man is named Cheng Youguo, in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, and he is a native cultivator in Xianque City.

It is not easy for a person like him who has not joined any forces to have his current cultivation. Of the three, he was the most reticent, perhaps because of this character, he had a kind of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

The seventh old man's name is Li Bojin, in the late Yuan Infant period, an elder of the Shuangyu faction in Xianque City. The young man of No. 8, Wu Suoyi, was his apprentice and an inner disciple of the Shuangyu faction.

Cheng Youguo was silent, but the desire to survive in his eyes was enough to represent his thoughts.

"Young Master Ruan, I should obey your arrangement. ”

Li Bojin cultivated the highest among the three, and when he saw the treasure that the young man took out, he no longer doubted it.

Wu Suoyi was a little embarrassed, he saw a young man who was younger than himself, but he was burdened with a heavy responsibility. Entering the dangerous place one by one, those contemptuous hearts before turned into a gratitude.

"This is a secret between us, and it is related to the life and death of everyone, and I hope you will not show clues and affect the overall plan. Ruan Ruan said lightly.

The three of them nodded silently, and they bet all their hopes on Ruan Ruan.

The voice of the bald man came from outside the house: "Everyone, assemble in the square." ”

Ruan Ruan whispered to the three of them: "Everything is as usual, no matter what happens, don't panic." ”

On the square, hundreds of monks gathered.

These were the monks who had entered the tomb and were captured here, many of whom had been friends or foes at the time, but there was only one number left here.

The bald man saw that everyone had gathered, and said in a loud voice: "No matter what your identity was before, you are all under my control now." Whoever disobeys discipline will be pained by me. I'm sure you've all learned my methods, and as long as you're obedient, I promise you won't be embarrassed. ”

He carried a whip in his hand, and when he shook it in the air, everyone's brains were like ten thousand ants devouring souls. That kind of soul pain, deep into the bone marrow.

Many people groaned, unbearable for the torture. They trembled, their eyes bloodshot, and their expressions were as hideous as beasts.

The bald man enjoyed the feeling of being in charge of life and death, and the more he saw others in pain, the more excited he became.

"Although the number of soul slaves in our north hall is small, I hope you will show something. If you make a splash at the Soul Sect celebration, the hall master will be happy, and maybe the ban will be lifted and you will be allowed to join the Soul Sect, and you can get rid of your current identity. ”

Soul Slave.

Ruan Ruan's heart was furious.

This kind of behavior of controlling other people's primordial gods as slaves is similar to the invasion of the demons that day.

It's just that it happened within the Terrans, which is even more chilling.

"Now let me go and dig up the soul crystal, if I don't dig enough side, I don't mind letting him taste the taste of the soul beast. The bald man said viciously.

Soul crystal is a kind of ore that is a specialty here, not for cultivation, but for feeding soul beasts.

The soul beast is the kind of green mist that binds the monk's primordial spirit, and it has a variety of forms, and it is good at confusing people's minds. The people of the Soul Sect used the control of the soul beast to complete the control of the monks.

The bald man asked everyone to dig up the soul crystal and replenish the energy of the soul beast, which undoubtedly made everyone tighten their necks.

But people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and this choice is really sad.

Hundreds of Infant Monks could only obey this order, and each of them was assigned a pickaxe.

The primordial gods were bound, and they could not perform the Dao method, so they could only use the power of their bodies to complete this heavy work.

Ruan Ruan followed the group into a deep and dark mine, which had obviously been mined for many years.

In the dimly lit cavern, hundreds of monks picked up their pickaxes and began their digging.

The black ore is extremely hard, and the pickaxe can only dig a small piece at a time, and the task of this side of the soul crystal is not so easy to complete.

The bald man sat cross-legged outside the mine, his eyes constantly glancing into the mine.

But after looking at it for a while, he lost all interest, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Ruan Ruan pretended to wield a pickaxe as he searched the crowd for his target.

Before entering the Immortal Tomb, Qin Yifeng described to him the appearance of the old emperor Qin Chaoyang, and he looked around, trying to find Qin Chaoyang's figure.

In order not to alarm the bald man, he did not release his divine sense, and could only identify them one by one through his eyes.

He slowly shifted his position, struggling through the crowd.

Finally, in the corner, he recognized Qin Chaoyang.

This former lord of the Imperial City of Middle-earth is now like an ordinary old man. Although the body is still straight, the anger and unwillingness in his eyes still carry a trace of the majesty of the past.

Ruan Ruan leaned over and squeezed around him.

Qin Chaoyang saw someone approaching and gave way to the side.

Here he lost his original noble status, did not want to quarrel with others, and years of suffering brought wounds to his soul that were difficult to heal.

Ruan Ruan took off the hairband on his head, gently threw it over, and wrapped it around Qin Chaoyang's wrist.

Qin Chaoyang struggled slightly, felt the familiar aura, and his body shook violently.

Of course, he recognized the token, which was also engraved with the imprint of the imperial city.

Qin Chaoyang raised his head and saw the young man looking at him with a smile on his face.

Ruan Ruan raised her index finger to her mouth and made a silent gesture to him.

Qin Chaoyang's ears sounded the young man's inaudible voice: "I was entrusted by the prince to come to the rescue." ”

This news caused a huge shock to Qin Chaoyang, and his eyes lit up, and then dimmed again.

Yuan Shen is controlled, he doesn't know how to escape from here at all, and with the restraint of the soul beast, he can't get rid of the control of the soul sect at all.

Ruan Ruan pulled his arm and wrote quickly in the palm of his hand.

"I have a way, but you have to trust me. ”

Qin Chaoyang nodded, but when he saw the crowd around him, his eyes showed unbearability.

These are all high-ranking monks in Middle-earth, how can he, as the leader of Middle-earth, escape alone.

Ruan Ruan continued to write on the palm of his hand: "Let's go." ”

Qin Chaoyang had too many doubts in his heart, but Ruan Ruan didn't have time to explain too much to him, so he could only take out an immortal branch and put it in his hand.

The cool feeling came from the branches of the immortal tree, and Qin Chaoyang felt a burst of joy from the Yuan Shen. This gentle aura is the natural enemy of soul beasts.

The layer of green mist on the primordial god, restless in the vitality infused by the undead branches, it sensed threatened, and there was a force to expel it. The green mist gradually emerged from the top of Qin Chaoyang's head, and it changed its form in the air, sending out a strong fluctuation.

This change was beyond expectations, Ruan Ruan could seal the soul beast in his brain, but he couldn't control the movement of Qin Chaoyang's primordial spirit.

The bald man felt the abnormality of the soul beast, and he woke up from his sleep, with a long whip in his hand, and rushed in.

"What's going on?" he exclaimed.

Everyone turned their heads, dazed.

The bald man's gaze swept through the crowd and saw the soul beast above Qin Chaoming's head, which was pouring out little by little.

The fierce light in his eyes was magnificent, and his big hand like a fan slapped directly at Qin Chaoming's head.