Bai Ling, who was excited when he saw that the cage was about to be opened, suddenly turned pale.
When Jiang Nan heard this voice, he was frightened, and the slashing movements in his hand stopped immediately.
Holding the sword, he turned around and looked behind him.
I saw a man in red robe with no face visible at the door of the hall.
"Little insect, now use the sword in your hand to kill yourself. I can promise not to torture you, otherwise I will let you know what it means to feel like life is worse than death."
Jiang Nan looked at the other person with sharp eyes. He was sure that the strength of this red-robed man was not inferior to that of Wu Zu.
"If you want to take action, don't talk nonsense. I'll take her away today. I'll see who dares to stop me!"
Hearing Jiang Nan's domineering words, the man in red robe laughed angrily and slowly raised his head to look at Jiang Nan.
A wrinkled face appeared under a wide red robe, and a pair of eagle-dove-like eyes stared fixedly at Jiangnan.
"Do you think that because you can kill Lao Liu, you think you can also fight with me?"
As he spoke, a terrifying aura emitted, and under the pressure, Jiang Nan's legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Little insect, I am not the impetuous character of Lao Liu. I will not look down on anyone. I will do my best to destroy you, and then slowly torture you!"
The powerful momentum overwhelmed Jiang Nan, whose body was already overloaded. He couldn't breathe, and his legs almost lost control and he almost knelt down.
"Silent silence!"
Following the voice of the red-robed old man, countless ice cones suddenly appeared in the air, and the originally extremely hot hall became as cold as the twelfth lunar month in winter.
The old man in red robe gently pressed down his right hand, and the ice cone that was originally hovering in the air flew towards the south of the Yangtze River. The cold light at the tip of the cone made people feel chilly.
While resisting the discomfort caused by the red-robed old man's aura, Jiang Nan quickly waved the sword in his hand and swept away countless ice picks that were flying towards him.
The old man in red robe just stood quietly at the door of the hall and watched all this, as if he had no intention of taking action again.
On the other hand, Jiangnan's internal energy began to be consumed crazily, and it was already reaching its limit.
Although many of the ice picks were swept away with the rapid swing of the sword in his hand, a small part of the ice picks still escaped the interception of the sword and penetrated into Jiang Nan's body.
As long as an ice pick is pierced, the acupuncture energy in the pierced area will be frozen immediately. As a result, Jiang Nan's movement speed becomes slower and slower.
"Lord, let's go quickly. This old man is not even afraid of immortals. You are no match for him."
Bai Ling, who was imprisoned on the side, looked at Jiang Nan, who was stabbed with ice picks and covered in blood, with tears streaming down his face, and kept shouting for Jiang Nan to leave quickly.
Even though most of his body was sealed by the ice pick, Jiang Nan still did not stop waving the sword in his hand and turned a deaf ear to Bai Ling's shouts.
"End it, I don't have that much time to waste with you!"
As the red-robed old man waved his right hand, thousands of ice picks appeared again, rushing toward Jiangnan faster, while Jiangnan's movements became slower and slower.
Until the end, his body was stiff and frozen in place. His body had already been riddled with holes from ice picks, and the sword in his hand was still stretched out in the air.
"Come here, lock this little bug into the Immortal Suo Palace."
After speaking, the old man in red robe turned around and disappeared into the hall, while a group of men in white robes appeared outside the hall and took the stiff Jiang Nan out of the hall.
The hall returned to calm again, leaving only the sobs of Bai Ling echoing in the hall.
The man in white robe carried the stiff Jiang Nan into the Immortal Suo Palace. It was said to be a main hall, but in fact it was a huge prison.
Apart from the stiff Jiang Nan, there was only a white-haired old man in the hall whose hands and feet were chained by four huge chains, and two huge iron thorns pierced the old man's chest.
"Hey, you demons haven't sent me any new friends in the past few decades. I didn't expect that a little friend came today for the first time. Looking at his posture, he must have been ruined by that old turtle, Old Demon Han, right?
"
The group of white-robed men ignored the old man's words, threw the stiff Jiang Nan onto a pile of hay aside, and turned around to leave.
Only the white-haired old man and Jiang Nan were left in the huge prison.
"Little friend, come and chat, old man, I have been locked up in this huge Immortal Locking Palace for decades, and I am very bored."
At this time, although Jiang Nan could hear the old man's voice, he was unable to say a word.
"It's okay, little friend. Although Old Demon Han's silence will destroy your cultivation, it will not destroy you as a person. You will recover in a few hours."
The old man smiled as he spoke, but his smile looked a little lonely.
"My friend, let me introduce myself. I am Han Jian, the leader of the Tianyuan Sword Sect. As you can see, my cultivation is locked by these two huge bone-penetrating nails, and I have become an ordinary person like you."
The old man seemed to have not talked to anyone for a long time, and it seemed as if he had to finish talking for decades in one day.
A few hours passed, Jiang Nan's body slowly regained consciousness, and he was finally able to move normally.
And the old man was still talking to himself.
Jiang Nan stood up. Faced with the huge gap in strength, Jiang Nan only felt extremely frustrated.
He was originally here to save Bai Ling from the demonic realm, but he didn't expect that he would be caught in the trap.
Now that his cultivation has been ruined, Jiang Nan can only pray that the Holy Lady Pavilion can persist a little longer and that his wife and daughter will not be harmed.
The old man on the side looked at Jiang Nan who got up in frustration, smiled slightly, and said.
"What do you mean by looking sad, little friend? It's just that your cultivation has been abolished. As long as people are still there, there is hope for anything. What's your name, little friend?"
Jiang Nan turned a deaf ear to the old man's words. He only felt that the old man who claimed to be the leader of Tianyuan Sword Sect was too talkative. The most important thing for him now was to recover his cultivation and find a way to go to Fengyue Pavilion to save Bai Ling.
When the old man saw that Jiang Nan ignored him, he was not angry. Instead, he smiled slightly and said,
"My little friend, you want to restore your cultivation? I see that you are in good health. How about you become your teacher and I can help you?"
Hearing what the old man said, Jiang Nan was a little moved, but when he turned around and saw the old man's desolate appearance being hung up and stabbed in the chest, he sighed slightly.
"Old senior, I understand that you are indeed very lonely after staying alone in this hall for so many years, but I need to be quiet now. Can you please leave me alone for a while?"
Seeing Jiang Nan finally respond, the old man was overjoyed and nodded immediately.
"That's natural, hahahaha. You can stay alone as long as you want. I'm not in a hurry, old man."
A few more hours passed, and the old man looked at Jiang Nan, who seemed to have no intention of talking, and couldn't help but speak.
"My little friend, have you calmed down enough? Isn't it just to rebuild your cultivation? It's so simple. I have a technique that can quickly improve your cultivation. Are you interested, little friend?"
After hearing this, Jiang Nan immediately raised his head and looked at Han Jian.
"If there really is such a technique, I would like to ask my seniors to teach me."
The old man looked up to the sky and laughed, looked at Jiangnan up and down and said.
"Of course I can teach you, but my secret method will not be taught to outsiders. Are you willing to accept me as your teacher?"