In the capital of Nanming Province, the city center of Nanming City.

The most prosperous area in the city center is full of traffic and crowds. A manor is located here. The manor covers a vast area and few people come in and out.

There is a huge castle in the manor. The castle is pure white and has five floors in height, but the interior is extremely large. There are probably hundreds of rooms alone.

This castle has some history. It is said that it was built for himself by a very wealthy preacher at the beginning of the last century after he came to Nanming City.

Later it gradually spread to the present.

Originally, Nanming City planned to plan and built it into a tourism project for development, but it was taken first and bought it.

And the one who bought this large manor was Venerable!

This castle is also the headquarters of the Tianshen Organization.

In a secret basement deep in the castle, Chong Xuzi, Du Junzi and Bai Nihong were imprisoned in this place in a rather embarrassing manner.

They tugged in with an iron hook behind them, sealed their magic power, and tied them with iron chains.

The three of them were even locked in their own iron cages.

There was an unusual tranquility in the basement, and no other sound came out.

Chong Xuzi sat cross-legged on the ground, his injuries were the lightest among the three.

Bai Nihong was tied to the ground and was seriously injured. Although the God of Condolences had simply treated her, many internal injuries would be difficult to heal in a short time if they did not use their magic power to repair them.

"Bai Nihong, can't you die?" Chong Xuzi looked at a prison not far away.

Bai Nihong had a calm face: "Don't worry, I can't die for the time being."

All three of them were in a very bad mood. When did their identities suffer such a big loss?

They had never thought about falling into prison.

"I don't know who the so-called Venerable is." The poisonous gentleman was sitting on a piece of dry grass at this time, and this was where they sleep!

The Du Junzi sneered: "It's better not to let me go out alive, otherwise, I'll make him look good!"

"Stop blowing."

At this time, a voice sounded, and Feng Deze walked into the basement with a strange smile on his face.

He stood in the corridor and glanced at the three people who were imprisoned in the cages on both sides of the left and right: "I said that you three have all become prisoners, and you still have to say a few harsh words. If you really have the ability to deal with the Venerable, you will not be caught by the Venerable."

"You!" The poisonous gentleman stared at Feng Deze tightly, but didn't say anything.

The situation is better than that of people.

Feng Deze came to Chong Xuzi's prison with a smile on his face, and he opened the prison: "Let's start with you."

"What do you want to do?" Chong Xuzi said with a calm face.

"Simple." Feng Deze laughed and said, "Speak out the mantra of the Quanzhen Sect's mountain guard formation, so that you can get a little better."

Hearing this, Chong Xuzi and the other two felt a stern heart.

This guy wants the mantra of Quanzhen Sect guarding the mountain formation!

Although Chong Xuzi was arrested, he was not too worried about the Quanzhen Sect. Even if he died, the Quanzhen Sect’s old master Zhan Sanyuan could completely suppress everyone in the Quanzhen Sect.

By then, a new leader should be elected soon.

Although I may die, no matter what, Quanzhen Sect will not be seriously injured.

This is also a blessing in disguise. What a leader like Chong Xuzi is most afraid of is that he harms the entire sect because of himself.

"You kill me, I will never say the mantra." Chong Xuzi sat calmly on the ground.

Feng Deze was not surprised to see him say this. The head of the sect worked hard for the Quanzhen Sect for most of his life, how could he betray the sect so easily?

"It's okay, I have a way to let you speak." Feng Deze's eyes showed bad looks, and he kicked Chong Xuzi hard in the chest.

With a bang, Chong Xuzi was kicked out and hit the wall.

There was an iron hook behind him, and the collision made the iron hook even deeper, and endless pain came from behind.

"Hiss." Chong Xuzi took a breath.

"Hehe." Feng Deze's face was playful: "You were on the Tianji Sect before, weren't you still very arrogant to me? I want to see where you are crazy."

Feng Deze kicked Chong Xuzi one after another, and Chong Xuzi was blocked with his magic power and could only carry it one after another.

After a beat, Feng Deze moved his body and looked at Xuzi lying on the ground, motionless.

He squatted aside and stumbled on Xuzi's breathing, but he was not dead yet.

"Okay, no matter how much you play, you can't be beaten to death." Feng Deze understood that the three people in this prison were of great importance.

He turned around and kicked Bai Nihong into another prison.

He also wanted to ask about the situation of the Baiyu Immortal Clan's mountain guard formation.

Feng Deze didn't dare to go in easily with only a prison for the poisonous gentleman. He was the old news about the name of the poisonous gentleman.

An ordinary person is full of courage, but this guy is full of poison.

A poisonous gentleman does not rely solely on magic power to make a living. The poison on his body is not easy to provoke.

Feng Deze didn't want to suffer a secret loss in the hands of this poisonous gentleman, so he was too lazy to go to his prison.

...

On the chairs in the castle hall, the Venerable sat above wearing a black robe, and below were twelve masters of the Immortal Realm.

These twelve people were sent by the Venerable to establish a sect.

At this time, Liang Zhong said to the Venerable with a heavy expression: "Venice, the eight major forces have now sent people directly to contact us and asked me to notify you that they will immediately hand over the three of Chong Xuzi, Du Junzi and Bai Nihong."

"And the elite masters under the eight major forces and the various sects below have sent people to vaguely attack our twelve sects."

The Venerable asked lightly: "If a war begins, how long can your twelve sects last?"

Liang Zhong was silent for a while and said, "At most three days, this is already the limit."

Although they founded a sect and had twelve sects, they looked very intimidating in terms of number.

But in half a year, the strength they had taken over was not enough. Even if there were some real-life masters, they would probably go against the eight major forces at the top of the Yin-Yang Realm overlord level, and they would probably disperse immediately, and even the possibility of turning against each other in the face of the battle would be extremely high.

"Three days?" The Venerable narrowed his eyes, with a helpless look in his voice: "Our divine punishment is indeed a piece of eight major forces behind our power."
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