The man had disheveled hair and ragged clothes. He had no idea whether he was dead or alive, real or fake.
The astonishing space, the stinking breath, and the suppressed spiritual energy and magic power all over the body.
She remained silent.
Everything here has exceeded her imagination. What is the door to life and what is the road to death?
"Have you seen a man in a gold shirt, a boy in a dark green gown, and a woman in blue?" Rong Xiyue thought for a while and asked the dirty person lying on the wooden bed.
At the same time, the red whip Chu Wenyu gave her was firmly grasped in her hand. If anything went wrong, she would throw the red whip up.
"Kekekeke, here comes another one, here comes another one."
The figure on the wooden board seemed to have not spoken for a long time. When someone asked someone, he actually laughed. The sound was like the sound of rusty iron, which was made by rubbing together. It was extremely unpleasant.
The man seemed to be crazy. His hair was messy and dirty, covering his entire face. His face was invisible and he was thin.
Rong Xiyue didn't understand what he meant by coming again.
Now she is locked up in this cell with her back like this?
I illuminated the surrounding area with golden eggs and walked to the cell door. The cell door was locked tightly and there was no sign that it could be opened.
Zong Qing and others came in a little earlier than him, but they disappeared out of thin air. What happened? Where did they go?
Rong Xiyue was a little upset at this time, and her whole body was focused on how to get out of this prison.
The magic sound cannon on the left arm was faintly restless again, not only fighting against Rong Xiyue's own spiritual essence and magic power, but also fighting against the little green wrapped around it.
Under the pressure of the demonic semi-artifact, Xiaolu had a faint tendency to be counter-pressured.
"Purple brocade wooden sword."
The sound of the cabinet slowly sounded, reminding Rong Xiyue, who quickly took out the purple brocade wooden sword from the scabbard of the cabinet.
Rong Xiyue's mental energy moved, and the purple brocade wooden sword appeared in her hand.
There is a layer of gray stuff on the surface of the wooden sword, which is the mark of the seal. It is the new power of the contract that allows it to be reborn.
She looked at the Purple Brocade Wooden Sword, but shook her head and took it back. The Purple Brocade Wooden Sword overcomes earth, and these locks are made of gold. Although the Purple Brocade Wooden Sword is powerful, gold can still defeat wood, and neither does this cell.
Normally, things here would never be destroyed so easily by a wooden sword.
There is also the whip left by Chu Wenyu. Although it can temporarily cut through the cracks in space, it is not suitable for her.
"Here comes another one, here comes another one, gurgle gurgle, how come this one is trapped? Is he dead or alive, gurgle gurgle!"
The man next to him was still lying on the wooden board, giggling at Rong Xiyue or someone else.
It is indeed time to prepare a weapon that suits you.
Sighing, Rong Xiyue looked around again,
Suddenly, I discovered that the surrounding walls were changing.
I just saw clearly that there was a hole dug out in the wall opposite. Although it was not big, it was very conspicuous. You could see it at a glance, but now, the hole dug into the wall was missing.
It was replaced by a very flat wall.
Rong Xiyue remained calm and continued to turn around and look at other things around her.
I glanced at the lock,
Sure enough, the lock was no longer in the same position as before, but had been turned in a different direction. Although the cell was still locked, it was completely different from before.