Jing Lan turned her head, a cruel murderous look flashed in her beautiful eyes, and sneered: "Qionghua Sect? If you have the ability, come! As long as you are not afraid of death!"
Chu Ye's body was trembling.
Just the look in this woman's eyes was enough to make his hair stand on end.
"Your Qionghua sect is the most useless of the five sects. Without my mother's help, I, the palace master, can defeat it all by myself!" Jing Lan's voice was as cold as ice.
Chu Ye knew that she was not joking.
Once upon a time, within the Qionghua Sect, there was a Yuanying Dzogchen Master who was stronger than Yu Tao, but he was killed by this Jinglan.
She indeed destroyed the strength of the entire Qionghua Sect.
A wry smile flashed across Chu Ye's face.
Speaking of destroying the Qionghua Sect...
Even Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu have that ability, and their Qionghua sect is really vulnerable.
When his fighting spirit faded, Chu Ye gave up resistance and allowed those evil cultivators in black to drag him into the abyss of depravity and sin.
After walking through the Lost Forest for more than an hour, Jing Lan and the dozen or so evil cultivators finally stopped.
What appeared in front of us was a vast desert.
Here, evil spirits abound.
Here, the sky is filled with yellow sand.
Here, the gravel is wild.
Chu Ye was a little surprised. Could this desolate place be the headquarters of the Hun Sect?
But at a glance, there are no buildings at all!
You know, over the past five hundred years, the five sects have spared no effort to find the location of the Soul Sect, but to no avail.
Jing Lan took a step forward, clasped her hands together, and then slapped her palm on the barren ground.
There was a loud "boom" sound.
From the center of the cracked earth, a terrifying crack appeared, like a tearing mouth.
"Creak, creak, creak"
It's the sound of a machine running.
Soon, a set of stone steps leading deep into the ground appeared in front of everyone.
"Drag him down."
The door to the Soul Sect headquarters has been opened wide, and Jing Lan is giving orders loudly.
A dozen evil cultivators took orders and walked in front, dragging Chu Ye's broken and bloodied body all the way down.
The stone steps are winding all the way down, with nine twists and turns, and there are also confusing formations. If someone hadn't led the way, there's a high chance that you would have gotten lost.
After less than half an hour, everyone finally reached the bottom of the cave.
Chu Ye was shocked by the sight before him.
There are countless underground grottoes and caves, one on top of another, winding all the way out.
Each cave has seven or eight exits, and every exit leads to another cave.
No wonder no one in the Soul Sect has been able to find their traces for five hundred years!
When Jing Lan just came down, dozens of evil cultivator disciples in the cave knelt down and prostrated respectfully.
"Congratulations to the young palace master!"
"Welcome the little palace master!"
This is the door to the Soul Sect, the first cave leading to the outside world, so there are only dozens of disciples.
Inside, in almost every cave, there is only one disciple practicing in seclusion.
"Where is my mother?" Jing Lan looked at the evil cultivator kneeling on the right and asked loudly.
"The palace master is in the molester cave." The evil cultivator's face was expressionless, his whole body was cold, and he looked like a corpse.
"Yes. My palace master understands."
Jing Lan nodded, and then directed the two evil cultivators dragging Chu Ye's body to follow her.
Within the Soul Sect's headquarters, we walked for about half an hour, passing through countless caves and making countless turns, and finally arrived at the "Tornhole Cave".