Hahahaha, what an interesting little guy, by the way, I think I have seen that sword you just used somewhere?"
The King of Hell laughed wildly, turned to Ding Xiaoyi and asked.
"This is just the swordsmanship passed down from my master."
Ding Xiaoyi said with great pride.
"Who is your commander?"
There was a hint of doubt in the eyes of the King of Hell, and he continued to ask.
"Drunken Sword Master",
Ding Xiaoyi said the master's name without hesitation.
But when he said his master's name, there was no strange expression on the face of the King of Hell.
"Drunken Sword Immortal, I seem to have never heard of this name!",
King Yama frowned and said doubtfully.
"May I ask where Senior Yama has seen this sword technique?"
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he also asked curiously.
"Many years ago, probably tens of thousands of years ago, I saw such stunning swordsmanship when I attended the Immortal Court Conference, and the sword-wielding immortal was not called the Drunken Sword Immortal."
King Yama thought for a while and then replied to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Immortal Court Conference, old ghost Yama, could it be the Immortal Court Conference a hundred thousand years ago? I was also in that conference at that time. Why didn't I see you?"
The bald old man touched his bare chin and asked the King of Hell.
"There were so many immortals at that time, so it's normal that we didn't meet each other. At that time, there was a swordsman who used a sword technique that was unparalleled in the immortal realm. Where did that guy come from? It was so long ago that I don't even remember it."
King Yama said without blushing, and the bald old man in cloth also nodded slightly.
"Okay, old ghost Yama, don't change the subject and take us to see him?"
The old man in brocade robes stood up, stroking his beard, and then said to King Yama.
"Since you want to see him, then come with me?"
King Yama also stood up, and then he led everyone towards the backyard of the inn.
Ding Xiaoyi naturally knew that there was a cellar in the backyard.
The mysterious middle-aged man was imprisoned in that cellar.
Once you enter the cellar,
Only then did Ding Xiaoyi realize that this cellar seemed to be an independent space.
Moreover, his spiritual consciousness entered the cellar like a broken bamboo.
Ding Xiaoyi felt a slight shiver in his heart,
He immediately felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
He walked behind King Yama and the two old men, and he kept looking around.
In this cellar,
There was a mysterious aura lingering around him that made his heart palpitate.
This mysterious aura had a power that made it impossible for him to escape.
This should be a restriction placed by immortal power or divine power.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think secretly, but he couldn't resist this kind of power.
This is an independent space,
Ding Xiaoyi felt that his consciousness was isolated from the outside world, and he couldn't help but have a bad premonition in his heart.
Why can my own consciousness sneak into this cellar easily?
But being in this cellar, it was a different world.
The uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, while the three people in front of him walked leisurely deeper into the cellar.
I don’t know how long I walked before a faint light lit up in front of me.
Ding Xiaoyi saw a sluggish figure bound by several thumb-thick iron chains.
It was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair,
The two pipa bones on the middle-aged man's shoulders were also passed by an iron chain as thick as a thumb. The iron chain was made of fine iron and was extremely heavy.
But the man's body was hung in mid-air,
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the middle-aged man with a sluggish aura around him.
He felt a slight peace of mind, as his consciousness sneaked into the cellar and he saw this middle-aged man like this.
"Tsk, tsk, who is here? It turns out to be the mayor."
The disheveled middle-aged man also saw three figures approaching slowly.
He opened his slightly closed eyes and saw the old man in silk robes and willow muscles, and the bald old man in cloth clothes.
And when the middle-aged man's eyes fell on the King of Hell,
His extremely dim and dim eyes shone with angry light.
"It's you!"
The sluggish middle-aged man roared from his throat.
His angry eyes were undisguised, and he kept struggling to break free from the thumb-thick iron chain.
"Wow...",
The chain made a clattering sound,
The middle-aged man had disheveled hair and looked like a demon. He wanted to pounce on the King of Hell.
But the iron chain gave off a faint light,
Rays of light from the talismans appeared on the iron chain, tightly imprisoning the middle-aged man.
"You evil thief, I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood."
The middle-aged man said "poof" and flew towards the King of Hell with a mouthful of spit mixed with thick blood.
But the King of Hell rolled up his sleeves, and the spittle was turned into nothingness by his powerful cultivation.
However, there was no sign of any gaffe on the face of the King of Hell. He just looked at the middle-aged man chained with a smile.
"I know that you guardians only want to guard the fragment of the avenue, but have you ever thought that the destined person you are waiting for has not appeared yet? Why don't you tell me the whereabouts of the divine object."
The smile on the face of the King of Hell did not fade away, and he asked softly to the middle-aged man with disheveled hair.
"Bah, even if I die, I won't tell you."
But the middle-aged man with disheveled hair had a very strong backbone, and he flew toward the King of Hell with a mouthful of bloody spit.
The King of Hell waved his sleeves, and the saliva turned into nothingness. And he spread his fingers,
Those five fingers turned into five magical weapons and pinched the middle-aged man's throat with all his strength.
"Feng Wudao, my patience has limits. Not only do I want to know the fragments of the avenue, you see, they also want to know the whereabouts of the fragments. Do you think it is your luck that you can survive until now?
"
The King of Hell pinched the disheveled middle-aged man's throat with his five claws, and he said viciously.
"Woo...",
Feng Wudao let out bursts of sobs because his throat was pinched by the King of Hell.
He couldn't say anything he wanted to say, but he stared at the King of Hell with resentful eyes.
"Okay, old ghost Yama, force is not enough. If the Taoists give in so easily, then they are no longer worthy of being called Taoists."
The old man in brocade robes shook his head and tried to dissuade the King of Hell.
"I'll give you one last chance, otherwise I will make you disappear into ashes immediately without even a chance to fall into hell."
The King of Hell's eyes were sharp, and he said sinisterly to the middle-aged man with disheveled hair.
"Ahem",
After the King of Hell stretched out his five claws to pinch the middle-aged man's throat,
The middle-aged man coughed violently, and streaks of bright red blood spilled from his mouth.
But Ding Xiaoyi looked at all this coldly,
In his heart, he was thinking about how to save this middle-aged man. He really admired this middle-aged man.
I don’t know how many years this middle-aged man has been imprisoned in this cellar.
But this middle-aged man still stuck to his job and did not reveal the fragments of the avenue.
"You who keep the Dao are just selected by the fragments of the Dao. If the fragments of the Dao are taken away, your mission has been completed. Why are you going through this? Whoever takes it doesn't take it?"
The old man in brocade robes advised the middle-aged man with disheveled hair.
"Hahahaha, what you are saying is easy. When I, the Feng clan, became the guardians of this great avenue fragment, I, the Feng clan, swore to this heavenly path that we would only wait for the destined person to obtain this great avenue fragment, otherwise we would leak the great avenue fragment.
Any information at all will be punished by God."
The middle-aged man with disheveled hair showed a helpless and bitter look on his face.
A crazy laugh broke out from his mouth, and after laughing, he said quietly to everyone.
"Feng Wudao, I have cut off the way of heaven a long time ago. If you don't believe it, you can ask the old thief Taiping and the old thief Kuxianzi."
The King of Hell said to Feng Wudao again, and the other two old men also nodded slightly.
"I didn't expect that we had been fighting in Taiping Town for countless years, and finally the three of you actually joined forces. I, Feng Wudao, lost unjustly."
The middle-aged man with disheveled hair smiled sadly and said faintly.
"Alas, in fact, the four of us should have cooperated. It's not impossible to comprehend the fragments of the Great Path of Reincarnation together. Feng Wudao, you have already been so enlightened, so why have you fallen to such a state."
The King of Hell said teasingly to the other party, and the old man in brocade robe and the old man with bald head nodded slightly.
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