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In addition to the treacherous terrain and the demon beasts that often haunt here, there are also tall walls and hideous faces, and the guards who are at least the peak of the day after tomorrow.

There were no villagers here, only prisoners.

In fact, now more than 300 years later, there is only one prisoner left.

On February 19, the day of the trial in the first half of the year, Jiang Cheng, the only prisoner in Daxingzhuang, had been tied up and taken to the torture hall.

-- It was a very thin young man who looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

His skin was unusually pale due to his years of working in the mines of the village, and if it weren't for his starry eyes, and the straight bridge of his nose, which he knew at first glance represented perseverance, it would not be strange that he would be mistaken for a dead corpse.

"Death row prisoner, what do you have to explain?!"

In the torture hall, as the chief official, Lin Jitian, who was congenitally cultivated in the Inner Gang Realm, opened his mouth and asked.

"Nope. ”

The young man's tone was calm, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the posture of the hall.

"How could it not be? Three hundred years ago, your ancestor was the grandson of the head of the Tianyuan Sect, even if he couldn't participate in the secret because he was young, he should know a thing or two about the whereabouts of the exercises, secret legends, curiosities, etc. ”

"I really don't know, although my ancestor was the head of the family back then, his talent was extremely poor and he couldn't practice, so he was assigned to this Daxingzhuang, named Guard, but in fact he was just a mortal mine owner and enjoyed some small wealth and wealth. Otherwise, we would not have been able to escape the catastrophe of extinction back then, not to mention, our family has been imprisoned for more than 300 years, even if the ancestors knew about it, it would not reach the ears of me, the seventh generation of orphans. ”

More than 300 years ago, a sudden catastrophe destroyed all the immortal cultivation sects.

Wu Xiu, then in Guanzhong Shen Wu Hou under the leadership of the momentum, year after year of conquest, now, it is said that it is about to set the world, the achievement of the world's unparalleled great cause.

And before that catastrophe came, the Tianyuan Sect, which ruled the world's Daomen Niu Er, could be described as brocade with flowers and cooking oil with fire. Not to mention ordinary natural treasures, even if the magic medicine is rare, there are enough to carry a car.

Because of this, as the only ancestor of Jiang Cheng who missed the net of Tianyuan Sect, he was imprisoned and tortured to extract confessions, and now, even if seven generations have passed, he has not stopped.

"How dare you not be honest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged adjutant sitting at the head of Lin Ji's world suddenly stood up: "It seems that it will not be possible to use a big punishment without using it." ”

On both sides of the Daxingzhuang Torture Hall, there were originally full of torture instruments.

Those torture instruments from martial arts cultivators, each one is a hundred times more cruel than a nail board and a tiger chair, and a normal person will definitely not be able to last a minute.

And now, these torture instruments stained with the blood and flesh of their ancestors were placed in front of Jiang Cheng's eyes one by one.

"See how hard you can get!"

The adjutant stared at the boy cruelly, like a bloodthirsty hungry wolf staring at his internal organs.

"There's really nothing to explain. ”

Jiang Cheng has been constantly forced to confess since he was nine years old, and now, no matter how terrifying the means, he can no longer destroy his will.

It may be painful, but it will definitely not be afraid to collapse.

"What a kind!"

The middle-aged Wu Xiu laughed angrily and reached out to grab the torture instrument.

"Forget it!"

Lin Jitian, who was sitting on the main seat, spoke unexpectedly.

"My lord?" Not only the adjutant, but everyone in the hall was a little confused.

"No need, an order has been issued from above, all living creatures in Daxingzhuang will be destroyed in ten days, and you and I can finally leave this ghost place......"

Only then did everyone notice that Lin Jitian's eyes when he looked at Jiang Cheng were always no different from looking at a dead person.

"Ten days?"

The guards became excited, for so many years, they were tired of staying in Daxingzhuang, a place where birds don't.

"Count on your fate, get out. ”

In the midst of laughter, Jiang Cheng was escorted back to the mine.

The dark and tortuous mine cave is extremely difficult to walk, but Jiang Cheng is as smooth as his peers on the avenue.

After about a hundred meters, a row of low stone houses appeared in front of me.

This is his home and where his ancestors have lived for generations. As prisoners, they not only had to face severe torture several times a year, but also had to hand in a certain amount of ore every month or starve.

"Ten days?" the boy came to the smallest stone house, and stooped in.

When Lin Jitian announced the order of his superiors, he did not let him avoid it. In other words, Jiang Cheng already knew that he only had ten days to live.

Sometimes, watching death come is even more painful for a person than death itself. I'm afraid this is also the reason why the other party deliberately let him know, watching him go crazy a little bit in despair, isn't it more pleasing to the eye than physical and physical torture?

Jiang Cheng, who was at the end of his rope, sat on the ground, without saying a word or moving.

It wasn't until the time outside the mine was approaching dawn that he stood up with a smile on his lips.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he knew that at this time, the martial cultivator who was secretly monitoring him couldn't stay up and fell asleep.

"Ten days, what a coincidence!"

He also needed ten days, or rather, it would take ten days for the Jiang family's plan to stretch for nine generations.

Yes, his ancestor, the grandson of the head of the sect, although he was really very poorly aptitude, was not assigned to Daxingzhuang.

Just under this Zhuangzi, in the depths of the ordinary-looking refined iron ore vein, there is an innate spirit bead slowly gestation, and in another ten days, it will be ripe and born.

Originally, this was the Taoist artifact prepared by the head of the Jiang family for his grandson, but unexpectedly, a catastrophe caused the world's immortal sect to be wiped out, and after Wu Xiu gained power, he wiped out all of their Taoist relics.

Jiang Cheng's ancestor also cut off the longevity pill because of this, and could only endure the humiliation and pass on the secret from generation to generation until it reached his hands.

At the same time, the ten-day deadline also showed that the Shenwu Marquis, who was about to become the First Emperor of the Ages, had no longer had any hope for the possible existence of the Tianyuan Secret Vault after three hundred years of imprisonment and interrogation.

You must know that the catastrophe of the year destroyed not only the Xianmen, but even the space where the Xianmen was located and the branch secret realm opened up with great magical powers were completely destroyed.

This also led to the accumulation of Taoism in the past countless years, and not a single star has survived in the world.

After making sure that no one was following him, Jiang Cheng took the dry food and walked towards the underground in all directions as he usually mines.

This trip lasted three days, and during the three days, he used his familiarity with the veins to shake off one guard after another, and finally, he stood in front of a small grotto that he had penetrated many miles underground, and smeared the blood of his fingertips on the raised stone face.

After a soft click, the originally narrow grotto suddenly turned into a wide stone staircase in the light.

As Jiang Cheng stepped in, the stone staircase quickly flashed away, as if it had never appeared.

This is the method of the Jiang family's ancestor in charge, not a phantom array, not a trick, it can only be opened by the descendants of the bloodline. And their imprisoned descendants have used this as the basis to dig out a secret passage that can escape from the cage in three hundred years.

As long as the spirit bead matures, he can leave the cave with the gifts left by his ancestors.

For three hundred years, generations of ancestors had already planned escape routes and survival tips for him, and also prepared cultivation exercises and necessary knowledge for him. And what he wants to do is to live like his ancestors in the past, endure humiliation and burdens, until one day, after he has enough strength, he will find the first emperor of the ages to recover the blood debt.