"Hmph, hehehehahahaha, hahahahaha."
Jun Qianzi put down the close-up insect, looked up at the dim ceiling, and laughed heartily.
"Why are you laughing? You're going crazy."
Madam Zhu gave him a stern look, took the needle and thread, and continued to sew up the wound on her palm.
This is a basement. To be precise, it is a cellar buried more than a thousand meters underground in the city of Jing State.
The cellar is not very spacious. There are coarse cloth blankets fixed on the floor and walls with nails to block the mud and sand. There is a luminous pearl placed on the only table.
The night pearl emits cold light, illuminating the gloomy expressions of everyone in Zhao Ming, as well as the group of slave monks huddled in the corner, not daring to make a sound.
"Crush the Zhou Dynasty's palace to pieces, attack and kill the Turkic high priests, eliminate the elders of the Jing Kingdom's family, and chop down the Taihao Mountain Peak."
Jun Qianzi clapped his fingers and counted Lian Xuanxiao's achievements today, and said with a smile: "The number of top monks my teacher killed today is probably higher than the so-called Demon Sect's results in the past thirty years."
"you know too?"
Shang Yang, who was injured in the chest and abdomen and was lying on a stretcher in the corner, looked pale and said weakly: "In the realm of the abyss, overlooking the world, it is like watching fish in the abyss. I am really crazy to go and provoke him with you."
"He won't live long."
Fei Lian stroked the fresh burn scars on his cheeks and said sinisterly: "Heaven and earth will take back the spiritual energy after the monk dies. He is at the time of the decline of heaven and man. The stronger the burst of energy, the closer he is to death.
In one day, no, at most half a day, he will be dead and his soul will be scattered."
Before he finished speaking, Fei Lian seemed to have sensed something, his face changed slightly, he stood up from the chair suddenly, walked to the corner of the room with a gloomy expression, pointed at a slave and said coldly: "What did you do?"
The slave who was called had half of his nose cut off in the previous battle. Even after being hastily bandaged and bandaged, blood was still oozing out, blocking his nostrils.
He stood up fearfully and said anxiously: "I feel a little bored, so..."
"So you just release the spell to let yourself breathe easier?"
Fei Lian pulled his hair, hit him in the face with a knee, and said sternly: "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, and if you want to use them for a long time, you must use your spiritual power to pump air from the surface for ventilation, which will increase the risk of exposure.
Before it was confirmed that Lian Xuanxiao was dead, Fei Lian didn't want to take any more risks.
Everyone in Zhaoming watched indifferently as Fei Lian beat the slave. It wasn't until the slave's face was bruised with blood and his lips were swollen that he couldn't say a word. Fei Lian let go of his hair, wiped two handfuls of it on the wall in disgust, and walked back.
Sit down at the table.
The atmosphere in the room fell into depression again. Shang Yang lay in the corner, moaning weakly from time to time.
Madam Zhu had sutured the wound, pulled out a needle and thread from somewhere, crossed her legs, and started knitting.
Feng He was silent as always, minding his own business wiping the black knife he carried with him with a rag. Harvard was holding an unnamed Buddhist scripture and giggling while reading it.
After an unknown amount of time, Fei Lian, who was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed and concentrating, suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "A thousand miles."
Everyone in Zhaoming had already imagined what would happen if they failed to beat Lian Xuanxiao to death on the banks of the Xingzhou River.
Not only have multiple escape plans been prepared, but induction arrays have also been set up in the outskirts of the state capital surrounding each stronghold. Once strong spiritual energy fluctuations are detected over the state capital, a warning signal will be issued.
"Could he be passing by?"
Shang Yang asked weakly.
The city above the cellar is located on the southwest edge of Jing Kingdom, not too far from Mount Taihao.
"Seven hundred and fifty miles."
Fei Lian gloomily squeezed out five words through his teeth, "Still approaching."
Brush pull.
Harvard stood up from his chair, closed his Buddhist scriptures, and looked to the east with a serious expression.
"Six hundred miles."
Fei Lian spoke faster and said: "It didn't come in a straight line. He hasn't locked onto us yet. He should be still looking for us."
Everyone stood up one after another, with a tacit understanding not to activate the Qi Hai. They just took out their weapons and looked up at the dome reinforced by layers of lead plates.
Six hundred miles may be far away for ordinary people, but for top monks, it's close enough.
Madam Zhu lowered her voice and asked Jiaocheng, "Why don't Lord Youqiong take action yet?"
Lian Xuanxiao's pressure is too strong, and perhaps only the equally unfathomable Lord You Qiong can compete with him.
Jiaocheng felt the eyes of everyone and shook his head calmly without explaining anything.
Is it not there? Or can’t? Dare not? Unwilling?
Madam Zhu’s eyes flickered and she pursed her lips.
"Qi machine."
Jun Qianzi, who had his eyes closed and was concentrating, opened his eyes and said calmly: "None of us used Qi Hai, and the ceiling was reinforced with lead plates. He locked it with the Qi machine in the dark."
"What's the use of talking about this now? If Lord You Qiong doesn't take action, we can only ask Haotian for protection."
Shang Yang pressed his chest and coughed: "If I had known earlier, I should have escaped separately. At least there would be a few left alive."
Jun Qianzi was unmoved and continued: "You and Ji Ji have not been together for a long time, and the qi movement he memorized is not very profound. I am different. He understands me too well."
"You want to sacrifice yourself?"
Fei Lian frowned and looked at Jun Qianzi with suspicion on his face. He didn't believe that Jun Qianzi would make such a righteous move. Besides, Zhaoming and everyone were not White Lotus. Apart from being partners, there was no friendship at all.
.
"A little better than this."
Jun Qianzi smiled and pointed his eyes at Yajiu who was beside him.
Yajiu nodded, walked to the wall, and opened a curtain to block the dust, revealing the cave hidden behind the curtain.
Yajiu pulled out an iron bed from the cave. The rest of the iron bed was ordinary, except for the bed board, which was inlaid with dense iron thorns, just like the props of a showman.
Jun Qianzi walked to the bed and lay down on it. Under the surprised and uncertain gazes of everyone in Zhao Ming, he explained with a smile: "Lian Xuanxiao searched for me based on his Qi. In this case, he can only...
Get rid of my anger."
After saying that, he lay down on the bed of nails and nodded towards Yajiu.
Without hesitation, the latter picked up a row of thick and long steel needles from the groove beside the bed and stabbed them into various parts of Jun Qianzi's body.
Hands, feet, limbs, cheeks and shoulders, all parts of Jun Qianzi's body were penetrated by steel needles. Like a bloody and cruel work of art, he was put into a twisted posture by Yajiu.
Correspondingly, his life breath also weakened sharply, and he was almost dead.
"you?"
Fei Lian said in shock: "You abandoned your own cultivation and voluntarily fell down to the level of Talisman Master?"
"yes."
His cheek was pierced by a steel needle, and blood was dripping continuously. Jun Qianzi's mouth was leaking, and he said with a smile: "Isn't it okay to repair it later?"
This chapter has been completed!