Tick...... Tick......

In the Chang'an prison, which was as silent as death, there was a faint sound of dripping water. Although this voice is very humble and insignificant, for many people, it is like a death knell.

"It's been ten years, Zhao Xinji, how have you been doing in the past ten years?" At the door of Zhao Xinji's cage, there was a man in a blue Taoist robe, and a sharp sword aura was suddenly hidden in his eyebrows.

At this moment, Zhao Xinji in the cell was as embarrassed as ever, his prison uniform was torn, and the daily torture had long been numb to him.

Sometimes, Xuandaoji can't help but admire Zhao Xinji. To endure this inhuman torture in silence in a dark cell, how strong is the spiritual will to support it?

"Naturally, it's not as good as you. Zhao Xinji slowly opened his eyelids and glanced at the figure of the Xuandao machine.

Xuandao machine, now one of the two major enshrinements in this prison. Their duty is not to let go of any of the felons in the prison. But just a year ago, Zhao Xinji successfully escaped from prison. The prince's anger, they don't want to bear it a second time.

"You're still the same as ever, and it's hard to figure out. Xuan Daoji couldn't help but shake his head.

Zhao Xinji failed to escape from prison, and he thought he would have some other actions. However, when he returned to the prison again, he was like a docile lamb, and he never did anything out of the ordinary, was it really just like he said, staying in the prison for a long time, just wanting to go out and breathe?

"If your mind can be more cautious and think more about things, maybe Brother Xiao won't let me be in this staff position. Zhao Xinji said, and couldn't help but sigh.

Xuan Daoji's face couldn't help but show a trace of ugliness, he knew that Zhao Xinji was deliberately saying this to him, and couldn't help but scolded in a low voice, "It's been a person who has been dead for ten years, what's the use of mentioning him now? Could it be that you still want to go down and accompany him?"

Zhao Xinji shook his head, revealing a dignified expression: "Xuandao Machine, let's not talk about what happened ten years ago for the time being. But now, I'll give you a chance, would you like it?"

"Jokes. Xuan Daoji turned around, "Now that your hands and feet are tied here, what qualifications do you have to talk to me about opportunities?"

After Xuandaoji finished speaking, he wandered away, and his figure disappeared at the end of the gloomy aisle.

Looking at the back of Xuandaoji's departure, Zhao Xinji smiled, "If you really have a clear conscience, why do you bother to come here to visit me? It's been ten years, and this is the first time." ”

On Xu Changfeng's blade, a pure blue cyclone swept up, burning the entire sword like a ghost fire.

At this moment, the red bloodshot in Wei Changting's eyes had gradually disappeared, and under the fierce battle, he was constantly breaking away from the control of the demons. Although the previous events were not what he wanted, the memories were connected.

Xu Changfeng had already become a cancer in his heart, and if he didn't cut it off with a sword, it would be difficult for him to make the slightest progress on the path of cultivation.

"Why, do you hate me so much?" Xu Changfeng asked puzzled. The sword in his hand was a little hesitant at the same time, after all, he didn't want to hurt Wei Changting.

"Xu Changfeng!" Wei Changting shouted while running the aura in his body, "You took everything from me, and you want your blood to pay for it in order to relieve the hatred in my heart." ”

Xu Changfeng shook his head and whispered, "But how can you know that everything should belong to you?

"Shut up!" Wei Changting gritted his teeth and shouted, "Now that I have this superb spirit sword in my hand, how can you be my opponent?"

As he spoke, he slashed down with a sword.

The young man's eyebrows trembled violently, he knew the strength of this superb spirit sword. If it weren't for the fact that his previous study of the Cold Rain Sword Sutra had reached the point of pure affection, he might not be able to deal with this guy.

Sonorous!

The two swords burst out of the air, and on the blue wind-listening long sword in Wei Changting's hand, a violent wind swept up, as if it was about to blow out the bleak ghost fire in front of him.

Seeing that the blue ghost fire was getting dimmer and the flames were becoming more and more scarce, Wei Changting showed a trace of joy in his heart, and his face became more and more hideous. He didn't know that at this moment, the demon had once again taken control of his mind.

His state of mind is too weak, and this time he is controlled by the demons, and the end will inevitably be sinking and lost.

"Oops!" the boy shouted.

He clearly felt that the aura in his body was being drained by a mysterious force, and the aura that was withdrawn from his body continued to spread forward along the lone shadow short sword in his hand, and then seeped into the blade of the sword that entered the wind and was used by Wei Changting.

"How could he have practiced such evil deeds?" exclaimed the young man.

The world is so big that there are no surprises. There are famous and decent exercises, but naturally there are also crooked ways of cults.

When I was a teenager, I had heard of an evil sect that could absorb the spiritual power in other people's bodies and use it for one's own use. It can allow a cultivator who only cultivates in the Pulp Cleansing Realm to soar to the Foundation Building Realm in a very short period of time.

This kind of exercise once appeared in the rivers and lakes, and later because it was too weird, it was jointly blocked by the people of the five major sects, and finally it was gone, and the mysterious exercise was also completely destroyed to prevent it from falling into the hands of people with unscrupulous intentions.

"It is impossible for Wei Changting to practice this kind of exercise, unless it is ......" the young man thought to himself, trying his best to withdraw the long sword in his hand, but found that there seemed to be a very strange connection between the two swords, no matter how much strength he exerted, he could not break free, and his whole person seemed to be bound there.

"If this continues, the spiritual power in my body will soon be emptied. The boy thought to himself.

Losing a little spiritual power is nothing to a cultivator, after all, the human body has the instinct to self-recover. However, if the available spiritual power is completely depleted, it must be sacrificed at the expense of one's own foundation in order to continue to supply spiritual power.

Looking at Wei Changting's appearance, he would not stop if he didn't exhaust the spiritual power in his body.

Xu Changfeng wanted to try to let go of his hand, but found that his palm was also tightly connected to the hilt of the sword, and there was no room to break free.

He had gradually felt dizzy, which was the result of excessive loss of spiritual power.

Bang!

At this moment, an orange bonus sword fell from the sky, and a sword cut off the spiritual power hub between the two swords, Lone Shadow and Listening Wind.

"Liang Yi?" Xu Changfeng looked at it and found that the person who suddenly appeared turned out to be Liang Yi.

It stands to reason that everything in this cave is sealed and can only be manipulated by the mysterious white-haired old man. In that case, how did Liang Yi get here?

Xu Changfeng broke free from Wei Changting's restraints, his body was unstable and staggered back a few steps, if he hadn't supported the ground with his sword blade in time, I am afraid that he would have fallen to the ground.

"Xu Changfeng, I want you to die!"

At this moment, Wei Changting rushed up desperately, his eyes burning as if they were burning.