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"Hmph, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Jun Qianzi put down the close worm, looked up at the dim ceiling, and let out a hearty laugh.

"What are you laughing at, you're crazy."

Lady Zhu gave him a hard look, took a needle and thread, and continued to sew up the wound on her own palm.

This is a basement, to be precise, it is a cellar buried more than a thousand meters underground in the city of Jingguo.

The cellar is not spacious, and the floor and walls are fixed with coarse cloth blankets with nails to keep out the sand. A luminous pearl was placed on the only table.

The night pearl emits cold light, illuminating the gloomy expressions of everyone in Zhaoming, as well as the group of slave monks who are huddled in a corner and dare not make a sound.

"Smash the imperial palace of the Zhou Kingdom, attack and kill the high priest of the Turks, eliminate the elders of the Jing Kingdom, and cut down the peak of Taihao Mountain."

Jun Qianzi counted Lian Xuanxiao's achievements today with his fingers, and said with a smile, "The top monks my teacher killed in one day are probably higher than the so-called magic sect's achievements in the past thirty years."

"you know too?"

Shang Yang, who was injured in the chest and abdomen, was lying on a stretcher in the corner. His face was pale and he said weakly: "Landing in the abyss, looking down on the mortal world, it's like watching fish in the abyss. I'm really crazy to provoke him with you."

"He won't live long."

Fei Lian caressed the fresh burnt scar on his cheek, and said viciously: "Heaven and earth will withdraw their aura after the monk's death. He is currently in the decline of heaven and man, and the stronger the sea of ​​qi that erupts, the closer he is to death.

One day, no, half a day at most, he will die, and his soul will be scattered."

Before the words fell, Fei Lian seemed to have sensed something, his face changed slightly, he stood up suddenly from the chair, walked to the corner of the room with a gloomy expression, pointed to a slave and said coldly: "What did you do?"

The slave who was summoned had the small half of his nose cut off in the previous battle. Even after being scribbled and bandaged, he was still oozing blood and clogging his nostrils.

He stood up in fear and trepidation, and said anxiously: "I feel a little bored, so I just"

"So you release the spell to let yourself breathe more smoothly?"

Fei Lian grabbed his hair, hit his face with a knee, and said sharply: "Don't! Damn it! Use spiritual power!

I didn't see us hiding so deep underground, we didn't dare to use any talismans, and the lights were all made of luminous pearls instead of kerosene lamps! "

Kerosene lamps consume oxygen. If you want to use them for a long time, you must use your spiritual power to pump air from the surface, which increases the risk of exposure for no reason.

Before it was confirmed that Lian Xuanxiao was dead, Fei Lian didn't want to take any more risks.

Everyone in Zhaoming watched Fei Lian beat the slave indifferently, until the slave's face was bloody and his lips were swollen and he couldn't speak a word, Fei Lian let go of his hair, wiped the wall twice in disgust, and walked back Sit down at the table.

The atmosphere in the room fell into depression again, and Shang Yang was lying in the corner, moaning weakly from time to time.

After Zhu Niangzi sewed up the wound, she found out the needle and thread from somewhere, crossed Erlang's legs, and knitted the wool.

Feng He remained silent as always, and wiped the black knife he carried with him with a rag. Harvard, on the other hand, was holding an unnamed Buddhist scripture and giggling as he read it.

After an unknown amount of time, Fei Lian sat on a chair with his eyes closed, and suddenly opened his eyes, saying in a deep voice, "One thousand miles."

Everyone in Zhaoming had already imagined what would happen if they failed to beat Lian Xuanxiao to death by the Xingzhou River.

Not only prepared multiple sets of escape plans, but also set up induction arrays in the outskirts of the surrounding state capitals of each stronghold. As soon as a strong aura fluctuation is detected over the state capital, an alert will be issued

"Could it be passing by?"

Shang Yang asked weakly.

The city above the cellar is located at the southernmost edge of Jing Kingdom, not too far from Mount Taihao.

"Seven hundred and fifty miles."

Fei Lian grimly squeezed out five words between his teeth, "Still close."

Brush pull.

Harvard stood up from his chair, closed the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, and looked eastward with a serious expression.

"Six hundred miles."

Fei Lian sped up his speech and said, "It didn't come in a straight line. He hasn't locked on to us yet, so he should still be looking for it."

Everyone stood up one after another, tacitly did not operate Qihai, but took out their weapons and looked up at the dome reinforced by layers of lead plates.

Six hundred miles may be a long way for ordinary people, but it is close enough for top monks.

Zhu Niangzi lowered her voice and asked Cymbidium spinosa, "Isn't Lord Youqiong making a move?"

Lian Xuanxiao's coercion is too strong, perhaps only You Qiongjun, who is equally unfathomable, can counter it.

Alsophila spinulosa felt the eyes of everyone, shook her head calmly, and did not explain anything.

Are you there? still can not? dare not? unwilling?

Lady Zhu's eyes flickered, and she pursed her lips.

"Air machine."

Closing his eyes and concentrating on it, Jun Qianzi opened his eyes and said calmly: "None of us used the sea of ​​energy, and the ceiling was also reinforced with lead plates. He locked it with the hidden energy."

"What's the use of talking about it now? If Lord Youqiong doesn't act, we can only ask for Haotian's blessing."

Shang Yang pressed his chest, coughed and said, "If I had known earlier, I should have separated and fled. At least I can survive."

Jun Qianzi was unmoved, and continued: "It's not been long since you and I got rid of it, and the aura he recorded is not that deep. I'm different, he knows me too well."

"You're... sacrificing yourself?"

Fei Lian frowned and looked at Jun Qianzi with suspicion on his face. He didn't believe that Jun Qianzi would make such an awe-inspiring move, not to mention that everyone in Zhaoming is not a white lotus, and there is no friendship at all except their respective partners. .

"Slightly better than that."

Jun Qianzi smiled, and pointed to Ya Jiu with his eyes.

Ya Jiu nodded, walked to the wall, and lifted a cloth curtain that blocked the dust, revealing the cave hidden behind the curtain.

Ya Jiu dragged out an iron bed from the cave. The rest of the iron bed is unremarkable, except for the bed board, which is inlaid with dense iron spikes, like props for performing arts.

Jun Qianzi stepped up to the bed, lay down on it, and explained with a light smile under the suspicious eyes of everyone in Zhaoming: "Lian Xuanxiao searched for me by virtue of his aura. De-energize me."

After finishing speaking, he lay on the bed of nails and nodded towards Crow Nine.

Without hesitation, the latter picked up a row of thick long steel needles from the groove beside the bed, and stabbed them into every part of Jun Qianzi's body.

Hands, feet, limbs, cheeks and shoulders, all parts of Jun Qianzi's body were pierced by steel needles. Like a bloody and cruel artwork, Ya Jiu put him in a twisted posture.

Correspondingly, his breath of life also weakened sharply, almost to the point of death.

"you?"

Fei Lian said in amazement: "You have abolished your own cultivation and voluntarily fell into the realm of a talisman master?"

"yes."

The cheek was pierced by the steel needle, and blood continued to flow. Jun Qianzi's mouth was leaking, and he smiled: "I can repair it later, isn't it all right?"