After Zong Shou struck out with his sword, he felt his anger subside a little, his mind calmed down a little, and he gradually got used to this forbidden technique.
After a moment, he laughed at himself again.
"I feel so miserable that I wish I could die immediately -"
At that moment, I really wanted to blow my head off with a finger!
Taking a breath, Zong Shou thought of Lu Hanyan again.
His mother has lived here for twenty years. Could it be that he couldn't bear it for just such a short time?
But this Wu Yazi is really hateful and annoying!
With murderous intent flashing in his eyes, Zong Shou looked at the iron frame where Wu Yazi was.
After just one glance, he gave up his plan to kill him.
There is really no need to take risks to break this restriction, and besides, it is far better to let this person endure torture here than to kill him.
"Burning Sky Fire, it turns out you are a direct descendant of the Lu family——"
This voice came from another direction, leisurely and calm.
Zong Shou followed the sound, and Shou's pupils shrank slightly.
Where he looked, he saw an elegant middle-aged man standing on the iron frame on the right.
There are two peak gods here, Wu Yazi is one. The person in front of me is the other one.
"You are young and have excellent swordsmanship. Fenkong's blood is also extremely pure. I have seen many outstanding men, but none of them can compare with you. I think your status in the Lu family should be high.
.But why did you sneak into the Nine Jue Death Prison? Is there anything in this prison that can attract you, the proud man of heaven——"
Zong Shou shook his head. His matter had nothing to do with this person, so why bother talking to him?
When he arrived in Hell, he didn't want to waste a moment.
But then, I heard the middle-aged man chuckle.
"With your strength, the Lu family is at least one of the heirs. If you want to go to death prison, you can do it openly. If you want to come to Fenkong Holy Court, you won't refuse. Why do you need to ask Wu Yazi? Yes, you are Lu Hanyan's son.
Is it true that he came here to find his mother? It's really extraordinary. He has only been meandering for more than twenty years. Probably the girl Han Yan would not have thought that in just more than twenty years, her son would have the ability to enter the eighth level of death prison.
Looking for her——"
Seeing Zong Shou's gaze, he looked at her in astonishment. The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head: "Your mother and I know each other and are somewhat involved, but they are not close. I don't know the whereabouts of Princess Hanyan at this time. But if you are willing to help me, I will
I can make an oath from my heart to help you until this matter of death and hell is over!"
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows. Judging from his words and demeanor, he was much more trustworthy than Wu Yazi.
But after thinking for a moment, he still shook his head: "Junior, I still need time to think about it."
The middle-aged man understood what he said and knew that this sentence was a tactful rejection.
He stopped talking at that moment. He sighed and closed his eyes again.
Zong Shou didn't pay much attention and left in the air. In just a moment, he was more than dozens of miles away.
Continue to spread your mind and search everywhere.
Along the way, I also discovered a lot of things that looked like iron crosses.
However, the Lu family's ban is not set in stone.
Iron crosses are actually not very common, and those trapped on them are often monks in the divine realm.
The total number of people is only a little over a hundred, and they are distributed all over the world, and their location is very particular.
There are many other stone platforms like those on the previous floors, which are also suppressed by iron towers or simply metal cages to trap people inside.
Although these people are not at the level of gods, they are still drained of true energy and blood.
Most of them looked in agony, even more strenuous than those of the god-level monks.
Most of them are in their twilight years and cannot last long.
There are even some that don't have any protection at all. They are just left here and are directly regarded as food for those alien species in the world.
The more he watched, the more Zong Shou felt cold and anxious.
No matter the consumption of real energy, he used the Instant Sky Dragon Pill to travel through this prison of death, searching tirelessly.
From south to north, from east to west, we will not let go of every inch.
But when the fourteen days passed, Zong Shou fell into despair.
"Why can't I find it?"
"I have searched this 30,000-mile radius of the world twice. Every inch of the area has not been missed, not even the underground -"
"Is it true that as Wu Yazi said, my mother has been beaten to the ninth level?"
Zong Shou was confused and looked at his sleeves, where there were dozens of mutated beast pills.
They are all gained from being in this level of death prison and experiencing dozens of dangerous fights.
Even several times, I was almost surrounded by alien beasts.
A natural alien species above the realm of gods, their wisdom is no different from that of humans.
Although he is still driven by that ferocious aura, he is known to cooperate with other strange beasts.
Therefore, although these natural aliens were not as powerful as him, they almost brought Zong Shou to the point of death. They tried their best and managed to escape.
These mutated beast pills are Zong Shou’s harvest.
Han Xi can only use a few of them.
However, these beast elixirs above the divine realm can already be integrated into the void of the soul sea like the Instant Sky Dragon elixir, and become one of the star Tao seeds.
Normally, Zong Shou would be overjoyed to have such a harvest.
But at this moment, I feel depressed and feel a cold feeling in my chest.
In the eyes and soul, as time goes by, the attacks become more and more frequent and the pain increases.
It made him feel dizzy and confused, and he was walking in the void in a daze.
When he woke up again, he was already standing in the center of this hell.
Before I knew it, I had already arrived here.
There was a black mist in front of him. Not only could he not see clearly, but even the mirror of the illusory mind could not fully illuminate it.
The rich spirit of time and space surges in the fog.
In addition, one can sense a faint force of tyrannical energy inside.
Zong Shou's eyes narrowed. He had been to this place dozens of times in the past ten days.
It is speculated that it is probably the Yuan Gate on the ninth floor, which has never been entered.
In his hazy mind, the idea of escaping here was probably due to his subconscious mind.
Then Zong Shou laughed again, thinking that it looked like he was going to go to the ninth floor after all.
After settling his mind, Zong Shou sat cross-legged a hundred miles away from the black mist without being arrogant or impetuous.
During these ten days, I spent no time searching everywhere and went through dozens of hard battles.
His origin has been weakened long ago. If he wants to break into the ninth level and fight with the one in the black mist, he must first restore his best condition.
I swallowed a few elixirs, endured the pain that was like scratching my bones, closed my eyes and adjusted my breathing.
A full twelve hours later, Zong Shou woke up again.
He once again used the phantom mind mirror to replace the eye pupils. Then he suddenly felt something in his heart, controlled the phantom mind mirror, and looked to the side.
A few hundred feet away, I saw a woman in her thirties with white hair covering her face. She was tied to a giant tree by vines as thick as a child's arms.
Hundreds of red hummingbirds flew from the sky and landed on the woman.
Peck with the bird's beak, and with every peck, a piece of flesh and blood can be torn off.
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