In the wild laughter of the Tibetan king, Lingxi felt more and more chaotic in front of him. But after Bai Junqian's figure flashed in her mind, she calmed down a little, and in the face of all this in front of her, she snorted coldly.

Observing the surroundings, her body has been surrounded by strange fish, from time to time strange fish jump out of the water and pounce on her, she can dodge the past, but if she can't dodge, she can only be injured like this, blood overflows and pain wraps her whole body.

After a while, there were already many wounds on her body. Lingxi's body still can't use the aura, but the abundance of the aura seems to be a little better than before.

The laughter of the Tibetan king did not stop, nor did the attack of the strange fish, Lingxi looked in amazement at the strange fish opening their hollow mouths, sharp fangs, round eyes, and the dazzling yellow light above their heads made her close her eyes tightly.

In the misty pain, Lingxi's body suddenly lightened, and she heard the sound of the water in an uproar, she was actually pushed out of the water, and the strange fish under her feet were bright and bright, and many of them were still biting Lingxi's body, most of them jumped wildly underwater, wanting to bite Lingxi's body.

Lingxi shook off a fish on her body, and in a blink of an eye, the top of her head had touched the chain of the iron cage, she raised her head, and saw that the king of Tibetan land was squatting on top of her, tilting his head to look at herself, and he used the skull-like lamp to shine on Lingxi.

The Tibetan King grinned at the corners of his mouth, revealing his black and green teeth, Lingxi couldn't help but roll his throat, resisted the urge to gag, and was silent, the Tibetan King grinned and said: "Good boy, you can resist my light envoy! You are the first, the old man has been here for more than 70 years......

Lingxi closed his eyes and snorted, as if he didn't want to pay attention to the Tibetan king.

"What, are you angry? Don't you speak? Haha......" As soon as the soft rope in the hand of the king of Tibet was loosened, Lingxi's body fell down again, and a strange fish jumped up on her toes, almost rubbing her legs.

Seeing that Lingxi really didn't speak, the king of Tibet stopped torturing her, got up and turned out a few other soft ropes, and people made the translucent and fishy thing, Lingxi endured the nausea and ignored him, and let the king of Tibet move in his hand.

But the movement in the hand of the king of Tibet was not aimed at Lingxi, but soon the king of Tibet, under the rapid movement of the movement in his hand, built a hammock around the chain at the bottom of the cage and placed Lingxi on it.

"Boy, what's your name?" the king of Tibet sat down and asked, seeing that Lingxi was still silent, he was very remorseful, and stood up suddenly, scratching his hair, walking around in the cage, and muttering in the air: "Another deaf man..... It must have been deliberate, no, this can't work, this can't work! I've got to do it like a way...... "The tattered clothes swept around under the cage, and the stench of the fish all hit Lingxi's face.

Lingxi finally couldn't help it, frowned and shouted, "Can you be quiet for a while?"

Tibetan Wang Yixi: "It turns out that he is not deaf?"

Lingxi said coldly: "If it's a deaf person, who told you what just now?"

"Have you spoken to me? have you spoken? I want to think about it......" The Tibetan King began to think about it again.

Lingxi looked at the way he walked around, and thought to himself: "It seems that this person is not only crazy, but also has a poor memory." ”

The King of Tibet suddenly stopped and said loudly, "I remember! Where did you come from, didn't you?" He pointed to the water gate where the Nether River flowed in the distance, and said incoherently, "It seems that you are the same as them, but you are different, you can fight against my messenger of light, who are you?"

Lingxi asked rhetorically, "Who are you, and who is the King of Tibet?"

"The King of Tibet, you don't even know who the King of Tibet is?" he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the sound shook the walls, and the wheezing in the water of the Netherworld River rose again, Lingxi leaned over to see, it turned out that those strange fish had not dispersed, but just floated in the water below him, waiting quietly, and at this moment he heard the howling of his master and began to get excited again.

After the laughter, the king of Tibet suddenly asked again: "Who is in power in this court now, and the emperor is the official?"

Lingxi was stunned for a moment, and told him without concealment.

After a long time, the king of Tibet muttered: "No wonder, no wonder...... He suddenly climbed to the other end of the cage, climbed the human bone river fish bone in the corner, and held a skull lamp to shine on the railing in the corner of the cage, and the strange fish also swam with his footsteps, and the yellow light gathered, illuminating the world very brightly.

Lingxi saw that in the corner of the cage, the chains were densely packed with nicks.

"It's been seventy years...... "The king of Tibet muttered as he sat in front of the scar, his expression a little melancholy and hollow.

Lingxi's heart shook slightly, and asked, "That's the mark you used to record the day?"

The King of Tibet nodded, "Every time this Huainan River rises, I will record it on it once." He said, pointing to the stone wall above his head.

"Huainan River, you said that there is a Huainan River flowing above your head?" Lingxi couldn't help but be stunned.

"What do you think? We're under the Huainan River right now. The old ghosts of Liutong Manor locked the old man in the netherworld water prison under the Huainan River, and almost went deep into the ground to the Yellow Spring! But seventy years have passed, and the old man is still alive and well, but what about those old ghosts? Have they all changed for several generations?" said the Tibetan king, laughing, as if releasing the depression in his heart.

Lingxi asked tentatively, "Why are the people of Liutong Manor holding you up?"

The King of Tibet did not answer, but instead asked, "Who is the lord of the Shadow Wing Pavilion now?" He seemed to be much more conscious at this moment, and the luster in his eyes seemed to be different from before.

Lingxi remembered Nanfeng's words, and replied, "Now the master of the Shadow Wing Pavilion is said to be the captain of the Heavenly Machine, and I don't know anything else. ”

When the King of Tibet heard this, he immediately sneered: "Captain Tianji, it's a joke!" He paced a few steps with his hands behind his back, and sighed: "If it wasn't for Lao Tzu's bad move, then the Shadow Wing Pavilion is now Lao Tzu in power. ”

Lingxi was taken aback: "Are you from the Shadow Wing Pavilion?"

The king of Tibet squatted down and stared at Lingxi, as if he had seen Lingxi's thoughts. He said: "Boy, you have too many questions, look at your skills, you don't look like a pawn in this netherworld, who are you?"

Lingxi's eyes rolled and thought for a while, and he replied hesitantly: "The junior is just a nobody, and his life is insignificant. I heard that Liutong Manor was famous all over the world, and I had the heart to visit, but I couldn't get started. This time, I listened to the grapevine, and I accidentally stumbled into this underground labyrinth and broke into Your Excellency's mansion. ”

"Visiting Liutong Manor?" "The King of Tibetan Land laughed wildly, and then said with a nonchalant look on his back hand: "The six old ghosts were all famous and vassal and elegant people back then, but in fact, they were just the lackeys of the Heavenly Marquis, what is there to visit? Liutong Manor is just a holy jailer. ”

As soon as he said these words, everything seemed to be clear.