On the eighth day of September, a carnival started at dawn.
The girls would not be released until evening, when the setting sun was like blood.
Looking down from a high place, you can see endless transparent dungeons, cages, and faces filled with despair and cracks.
The endless stretch of the Nine Nether Purgatory makes people feel deeply frightened.
They have already lost their souls.
How can they cry out for the unfairness of their fate when they have no power to restrain themselves?
Among these girls, there are some girls with firm eyes, anger and sorrow.
Their eyes are more terrifying than tigers and wolves.
Their bones are harder than steel bars.
…
The cage at the very front of the dungeon is very different from the iron fence prison next to it.
Iron pillars are wrapped around scarlet beaded curtains, and lavender gauze is spread on the ceiling.
Faintly visible, listening to the sweet and crisp sound of pearls and jade touching lightly, one can see the woman inside through the light mist of gauze.
Judging from her graceful figure, she must be a young girl.
Her long, snow-white limbs were wrapped in red silk, and her tail was tied around the iron prison.
The girl's eyes were covered with red gauze, lightly tied behind her head, her cheeks were dyed rouge, and her lips were a little red.
What a beautiful and mysterious painting.
It is said that this girl will be given to the strongest cultivator in Dongzhou.
In the center of the Shunan carnival venue, there is a ring made of yellow sand.
Above the arena, there was a shimmering golden light, reflecting the desert in the distance. Under the blue sun, it was a very beautiful scene.
Under the red gauze, the girl slowly opened her eyes and looked indifferently at the practitioners with gushing blood.
There was a fleeting green light in her eyes.
If you look carefully, you can see that there are some sparse red spots on the white limbs.
She bit her lower lip tightly, trembling all over.
She didn't know who she would be given to, or whose beast she would become.
Her mind went blank, leaving only the brutal fight.
"Bajun arrived——"
As a drawn-out voice sounded, the Eight Lords headed by Gu Rongzha were seen approaching with awe-inspiring aura, stepping on the yellow sand, wearing rich clothes and black robes, and their cloaks rustled.
Among them, Ye Jingfeng was different from others in that he was still wearing a dark and burly armor.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the girls in the underground prison, gritted his teeth, and veins popped out on his forehead and back of his hands.
Every year, he doesn't want to come because he doesn't want to hear the miserable screams of innocent girls.
But this year he had to come.
Gu Rongzhao was full of bad water, so he kindly invited Ye Qingge to come this time.
On such days, women would not dare to show up for fear of tarnishing their reputation.
He couldn't stop Qing Ge, he could only come here and guard silently.
Gu Rongzhao walked forward, looked back at Ye Jingfeng, half-smiled but not smiling, pointed to the cell with the beaded jade curtain at the end, and said jokingly: "There is the most beautiful girl in the Shunan dungeon.
Only the real heroes of Dongzhou can enjoy her. Speaking of which, Yejun, if you want to say that Dongzhou is the most beautiful, Ling Qianjin Yelord, his beauty is more than just a flowery face."
Lord Zhang immediately agreed: "To talk about the beauty of the Night Lord, I think that if the Night Lord were here, not only the practitioners of the East Continent but also the five continents of the Tianyu would be beaten to death.
.I don’t know if I will be able to see this grand event in my lifetime.”
boom!
Ye Jingfeng punched Jun Zhang, suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist, cut off several hairs of Jun Zhang with one blow, and penetrated deeply into the wall behind Jun Zhang.
Ye Jingfeng's eyes were blood red and his eyes were fierce, "Jun Zhang, if you go down to the prison and stay there, I, Ye, a cultivator who has fought all over the five continents, will kill and bleed for you, Jun Zhang."
"Ye Jun, you still can't calm down. In front of brother Dongzhou, you don't have the grace of a monarch in this way." Gu Rongzhao shook his head in disappointment.
Lord Lin helped Zhang Jun up, took a few steps back, and smiled at Ye Jingfeng, " Lord Ye, your swordsmanship is indeed good, and your daughter is also somewhat capable, but it's not your turn in Dongzhou yet, Ye
If you cover the sky with your hands and attack in public, are you still the master of a monarch? What is the difference between you and those local ruffians?"
Zhang Jun stood up unsteadily, glared at Ye Jingfeng fiercely, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled coldly, and said in a sinister manner: "More than ten years ago, Ye Jingfeng, you were not just a beggar on the streets of Dongzhou.
It's said that the local gangsters are flattering you. If you don't want to come to such a place, why bother to come here to make yourself miserable?
Do you really think that your daughter Ye Qingge is a good thing? After all, she is not a watery bitch. It took you Ye Jingfeng more than ten years to reach your current status. She, Ye Qingge, was only a year old.
If you have great kung fu skills, can you reach the sky quickly?
The Evil King of Beiling, the Lord of Ye Shen Palace, the current Emperor of Kyushu, etc... these are probably Ye Qingge's subordinates. Why do you, Ye Jingfeng, pretend to be noble and righteous now? She, Ye Qingge, dares to come.
Southern Shu, I’m afraid I’m also hungry and thirsty.”
Gu Rongzhao frowned and said, "Jun Zhang, please don't blaspheme the Night Lord."
"Bah -" Zhang Jun suddenly spat, "What kind of night master, a stinky girl with no hair on her head, dares to touch my Dongzhou?"
Lord Zhang looked at the tens of thousands of cultivators not far away, smiled disdainfully, and shouted: "You are all my brothers in Dongzhou, let me ask, who is convinced by that stinky bitch? Women are women,
Just lie on the bed obediently. No matter what kind of knives or weapons you use, it will only add to the joke. Our Dongzhou has scarce resources and is already inferior to the other three continents. Now that such a bullshit Night Lord appears, how can Dongzhou have the face to participate in the Four Continents Dynasty?
Compare!"
Lord Zhang shouted angrily, and countless cultivators immediately echoed, all talking about how unbearable Ye Qingge was.
Ye Jingfeng was so furious that he held a long sword and was about to cut off Lord Zhang's head.
At the critical moment, the one-armed Jiang Huaishan quietly stopped Ye Jingfeng.
Ye Jingfeng looked back, and Jiang Huaishan looked at him coldly as if nothing happened.
This moment brought Ye Jingfeng back to his senses.
Ye Jingfeng looked at Mr. Zhang, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "Sir Zhang, please be more careful about your head in the future. If it suddenly disappears one day, it will make people laugh."
Lord Zhang looked at him and felt the murderous aura, and he shuddered for no reason.
On the side, the man wearing a bamboo hat glanced at Zhang Junye Jingfeng and others, then looked at the dungeon, and finally landed on the Pearl Dungeon at the edge.
A gust of wind blew up, lifting the black veil under the hat, revealing a familiar face.
Wang Qinghong!
Wang Qinghong's eyes were full of pity, "It's a pity that such a good elf bloodline exists. Your Excellency Nan, if you want to kill Ye Qingge, my palace can just send out elites. Why bother?"
In the spiritual world, Nan Xueluo's gloomy voice came: "Kill? There is still a problem with Jiu Ci and the Divine Realm Fang Prison. We can't kill her, but let her live."