"Who are you? You actually know me?"

Indra's pupils condensed slightly, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, looking vigilantly at the figure in front of him with disheveled hair and unable to see his true appearance.

At this moment, there was still a divine power constraint of the ancestor Tianjue, and his strength was not exerted much.

Thinking of this, Indra's face turned extremely gloomy. The man in front of him was at least powerful, at least the Taoist Dharma had no beginning. Otherwise, he would not have been imprisoned in the ninety-ninth-level death prison.

With his current state, he can't compete with this person at all.

"die!"

The man with disheveled hair slapped out of the air with his right palm, and countless dark energy swept over, rushing on Indra as if a wave was storm.

Indra Shitian inspires his divine power, and the vertical marks between his eyebrows burst out with a blazing golden light, instantly illuminating the entire prison of death.

Boom!

The entire death prison burst out like thunder. Indra's mouth suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

"die!"

Amid countless dark waves, a figure appeared silently, and the thin palm gently fell on Indra's chest.

Puff!

Indra's heart was so sank out a large mouthful of blood that he smashed a huge hole on the ground of the Death Hell.

He was unwilling to give up. Will he end his life in this way?

"Old thief Tianjue! You deserve to die. You are going to kill me! If I, Indra, will not die today, I will kill you in the future!"

Indrama roared resentful and unwillingly, his eyes slowly closed, waiting for the last fatal blow of the disheveled man.

Dingdeng!

The heavy footsteps slowly came, and Indra found that the man did not attack him again, but stopped in front of him.

Indra suddenly opened his eyes and saw a pair of dark and cold gazes.

This gaze is very cold, with a terrifying and violent feeling.

Only then did he realize that the man with disheveled hair was a sloppy old man with a thin and concave face, and a pair of cold eyes protruding, looking quite ferocious.

"You hate Tianjue very much?" The sloppy old man looked down at Indra and asked in surprise.

"Hmph! I was imprisoned by him, and he deliberately put me on the 99th floor of death prison, and sealed my power. Do you say I hate him!"

Indra's eyes were dwarfed and his tone was very cold and authentic.

"Get up! The bonds that Tian Jue set on you have now disappeared!" The old man sat on the ground and said lightly.

Emperor Shitian was stunned, and then he realized that the ancestor Tianjue specially set up a ground divine power ban on him, and it did disappear.

"Did you deliberately break the divine power restriction of the old thief Tianjue?" Indra said with a complicated look.

He was not a fool. With the strength of this sloppy old man, why did he have to go through so much trouble to attack him several times just now? Every time he was not fatal. It was obviously because the drunkard was not in the wine.

"You're not stupid!"

The sloppy old man glanced at Indra and continued, "Do you want to escape?"

Indra sneered: "Do you think I would be willing to stay in this place where birds don't poop forever?"

The sloppy old man nodded, leaned against the iron fence on the edge of the cage, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Indra Shitian frowned slightly. He really couldn't understand what the purpose of this sloppy old man was?

Since this old man doesn't kill him, and seems to have known him very early, who is he?

"Tianjue is a very cunning guy! The reason why we attacked you was to show him, but to see if your Taoist root is what is rumored!"

The sloppy old man still closed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"What do you mean is that the old thief Tianjue has placed some kind of surveillance restrictions on me?" Indra Shitian thought about it and asked immediately.

"That's right! That old guy can definitely do it, but don't worry now that all the restrictions on you have been broken by me. Now, you can say anything you have to worry and boldly to me!"

The sloppy old man casually said.

"Who are you? And you said you have been waiting for me for a long time. You seem to have known that I will enter the ninety-ninth level of death prison?" Di Shitian frowned slightly and asked out the doubts in his heart.

"You should know the best who I am!" the sloppy old man smiled.

"Yeah? I know best?" Indra said in a strange way.

He had never seen this sloppy old man, who actually said that he knew best, and was crazy.

"My name is 经子子!" The sloppy old man suddenly opened his eyes and said lightly.

"Yeah? The turtle?"

Indra's pupils shrank into needles, and he looked at the sloppy old man in front of him incredibly.

He naturally knew who the turtle was, that was ancient

The strange beast is the manager of this death prison, managing countless criminals with great sins.

However, the sloppy old man in front of him is actually called "生后". Is it a coincidence? Or is the two actually the same person?

"You don't have to wonder, I am the ancient beast turtle! To be more precise, the image in front of me is the image I built in your dream!"

The sloppy old man slowly stood up, his eyes flashing with a wise edge.

"Dream?"

Indra's pupils were tightened into needles, but he was incredible in his heart.

If what this sloppy old man said is true, then he is in a dream now and he is asleep unknowingly?

"Don't need to be so shocked! From the moment you enter the crack of the black hole, you and those two saints have fallen into my nightmare!"

"Even the entire ninety-nine-layer death prison, I built it with the nightmare of those criminals! In this black hole crack, there is a void space, and there is no ninety-nine-layer death prison at all!"

"The real ninety-nine-story death prison is the building I gave in my nightmare, and it is also the eternal nightmare for the criminals who are imprisoned here!"

The sloppy old man slowly hangs in the air. He seems to wave his sleeves to prove that what he said is true.

Kick!

What shocked Emperor Shitian was that the huge cage surrounding him was broken into pieces and then collapsed into countless powders.

Then, the huge cage appeared out of thin air above the sloppy old man's head, completely and firm, floating quietly.

The sloppy old man snapped his fingers gently, and Indra only felt dizzy. When he woke up, he found that he was still in the cage.

The sloppy old man was suspended outside the cage, standing opposite him, staring at him quietly.

In my dream, I am the omnipotent master, not only controlling the rules here, but also controlling the life and death of you.

"You have said before that all the people who were imprisoned in the 99th floor of death prison were killed! All of these were done by you?" Indra said in a deep voice.

The sloppy old man's mouth curled slightly and said, "Who else can have the right to kill except me in the prison of death! And I did this to wait for your arrival!"

"The 99th-level death prison, no one except you are qualified to be detained here!"
Chapter completed!