"Yes, five hundred years, five hundred years! Van Xing sighed and looked at the sky in a sad manner.

"......" Wei Ping can't answer this, isn't it great to have five hundred years? Well, it's not crazy, it's quite remarkable!

"Star, it's not five hundred years, it's four hundred and seventy-three years!" Leng Yiren raised his head, hooked the corners of his mouth, and interjected. She loved to see his deflated expression.

"Well, it's still a good memory for the Yiren! Haha, four hundred and seventy-three years, rounded, isn't it five hundred years. Fan Xing's face flashed with embarrassment, and he said with a haha.

"That's going to have to be removed. Wei Ping answered, and it was not easy.

"Brother, don't talk about these useless things, hurry up and untie the chains on my body, master!" Fan Xing rolled his eyes and said urgently.

"Brother, you're like this, we have to have a good fight, who is talking about something useless?" Wei Ping also rolled his eyes and said slowly, not in a hurry at all.

"Brother, you won! I'm useless to talk about it, master!"

"What do you mean?"

"It's my master, it's useless for me to talk about it. ”

"Don't talk about it, scold your mother in your heart?"

"Anyway, it's brothers who look exactly the same!"

......

After tearing it up, he began to get down to business, walking around the iron pillar with a diameter of a meter and observing it carefully.

The iron chain is very peculiar, the section wrapped around the arm of Fan Xing is in a virtual state, that is, the spirit state, and the iron chain wrapped around the iron pillar is in a real state, dark in color, and looks very heavy.

The virtual iron chain head is integrated into the palm of the mortal star, and there is no way to solve it, or it is broken, and the real iron chain head is integrated into the iron pillar, and there is no way to solve it, but you can try to break it.

The Falling Sky Sword flew out of the ancestral aperture, and slashed at the thumb-thick iron chain, slashing at the junction of the void and the real.

"Ding—"

Sparks flew everywhere, and there was a deafening sound, leaving only a shallow trace on the chain, and then the black light flowed and disappeared.

Wei Ping was dumbfounded, you must know that the Falling Sky Sword is a half-immortal soldier, and it is made of meteorite, it is extremely sharp, and it only leaves a shallow mark.

"I'll hack, I'll hack, I'll hack!"

There is no need for Wei Ping's mind to manipulate it, the voice of Xiao Pixiu came from the sword body, and the majesty of the half-immortal soldier was provoked, and he swore not to give up if he didn't break it!

"Brother, who have you offended, and have you been tied here for five hundred years?" Wei Ping asked casually as he studied the chains.

Fan Xing looked up at the sky and pretended to be deep: "This is a long story, do you want to listen?"

"Idle is idle, let's listen to it!" Wei Ping took the iron chain in his hand and weighed it, his face instantly turned red, and it was not easy to stabilize, not losing the face of the Five Realms Martial Sect, but he was a little out of breath when he spoke.

Leng Yiren looked up at Fan Xing's face, and was also very curious about what happened after the two separated.

Gillian didn't look up, her face was pressed against Fan Xing's chest, unwilling to leave, but her ears were pricked up.

Monroe sat cross-legged on the stone platform, posing, ready to listen to the story.

"It is said that one day five hundred years ago, I had a quarrel with Yiren, and I was very depressed, so I went to Hook Soul Building to drink flower wine, and I was dizzy, and I saw a beautiful woman, so beautiful that she didn't look like a ghost in the ghost world!

In a trance, it seemed that I was chatting with the woman quite speculatively, smiling and smiling, shining brightly, and then ...... No, when I woke up, I was on this stone platform and saw a hand, a hand tied to my body. ”

"A hand?" Wei Ping turned his head to look, Fan Xing's face became more transparent, and when he said a hand, there was fear in his tone.

"Yes, a maverick hand, broken at the wrist, walks with five fingers, seems to be able to guess what you are thinking!" Fan Xing's body trembled slightly, it was a fear from the soul.

Wei Ping imagined walking with one hand, walking alone, a hand in the Hundred Changing Star Monarch popped up in his mind, his body shook, it was indeed a little terrifying, and he said strangely: "Why did that hand catch you?"

"You ask me, who do I ask, sir, I still want to know on horseback?" Fan Xingxing is furious, he has asked countless whys in the past five hundred years, why is he? Master, I have recruited someone to provoke someone, why don't you just go to the soul hook building? Why tie me up for five hundred years?!

"Then why do you say that you have waited for me for five hundred years?" Wei Ping asked the question he wanted to ask the most, and he had always wanted to ask, and finally found the opportunity to ask.

"Oh, there's a line of words on the ground, that hand wrote before leaving, see for yourself!" Fan Xing's eyes were aimed at the line of words in front of his feet, and he had been aiming at that line for five hundred years.

The two of them also looked at each other, and there were crooked words written on the ground in front of their feet, and Monroe read them:

"Wait, five hundred years from now, you will come to your rescue. ”

Wei Ping instantly felt a chill that penetrated his soul, from head to toe, he couldn't move like wood for a while, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Fan Xing loved and hated this sentence: without this sentence, he couldn't wait so long, and he couldn't have said that he would have already disappeared under the thunder pillar. With this sentence, I have been waiting for five hundred years, how many days and nights have I had in five hundred years?

......

"Ah, there it is!" Wei Ping shouted, standing up excitedly.

"Brother, can you be surprised?" Fan Xing was startled, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Fool, have you thought of a way?" Leng Yiren was surprised, she had tried, and she couldn't break the chain.

Wei Ping threw a roll of his eyes at him, the inner river map of the heart disappeared, and flew out of the acupoint in his palm, turning from virtual to real, and the brilliance flowed, and the three-legged black leader Sanjin spread his wings and flew out, looking at the iron pillar and iron chain with his eyes.

"Sanjin, can you use fire to break this chain?" Wei Ping asked nervously. The tension came inexplicably.

"Quack, this is made of Wuxuan Divine Iron, if my Sun Golden Fire is not affected by the fire of the Netherworld and the Ghost Realm, it is okay! "The eyes of the three golds lit a wisp of golden fire, staring at the iron pillar and iron chain, the black Xuanshen iron can carry the golden fire of the sun, for the three-legged black, it is the most complementary artifact.

"Isn't it okay?" Wei Ping's frustration was palpable.

Fan Xing also frowned, it turned out that he thought that when Wei Ping came, everything would be fine, waiting to get out of the sea of suffering, but the result was so uncertain.

"Quack, it's not completely impossible, I will use the divine fire to burn the black iron chain until it is weak, and Xiaoyou will use your sword to chop again!" Sanjin heard the ding-ding-ding, looked at the Falling Sky Sword, his eyes lit up, and there was a trace of excitement in his cold words.

After speaking, he spit out a steady stream of black fire, the black fire is faint, extremely cold, and the slightest contamination of the soul will be burned to ashes, which is extremely terrifying.

As soon as the black fire wrapped the iron chain, the black light of the iron chain skyrocketed, competing with the black light, and the three golds and the amount of black fire spewed gradually gained the upper hand, and the iron chain twisted and changed one by one.

Time passed slowly, calcining continuously, and after a day and a night, Sanjin screamed.

"Quack, split!"