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Chapter 470: Hong Yu

‘Bang~’

The sword energy like a wolf and a tiger arrived as promised, destroying the first thick shield wall without hesitation.

At this time, the two puppets could no longer laugh out loud, and looked straight at Ba Jue with frightened eyes as he destroyed the shield walls one after another with overwhelming force.

"Damn, what kind of martial arts is this? It's so fierce."

"Stop being so nagging, let's quickly reinforce the last shield wall."

Seeing that the fifth earth wall was falling apart, the two men mobilized the earth aura in their bodies to strengthen the last line of defense.

The brightly lit tomb passage was filled with yellow light, and the last shield wall was immediately reinforced with the best possible strength.

At the same time, Ba Jue's fierce sword energy hit him without any suspense. The powerful force was like a stubborn bull, refusing to look back even after hitting the south wall.

Qin Tian smiled coldly and said, "Don't underestimate any enemy, otherwise you can't imagine how miserable your death will be!"

The experienced Qin Tian no longer dares to underestimate any opponent, because no one knows which side the final change will favor.

Before the enemy is dead, anything can happen.

"ah!"

The two low roars gradually turned into roars, and the space in the tomb passage suddenly surged with spiritual energy, and there was a slight vibration, and the yellow light temporarily overwhelmed the brightness of all the firelight.

In an instant, a huge explosion sounded, deafening.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce wind wave blew towards Qin Tian, ​​and rocks flew and hit the air shield in front of Qin Tian one after another.

'Ta, Ta, Ta...'

After the loud noise, heavy footsteps sounded in the smoke-filled tomb passage.

A thin figure appeared where the two earth puppets were standing just now.

Looking down at the fresh blood on the ground, Qin Tian knew that the two puppets had been seriously injured.

With the strength of the peak martial arts master, how could he escape unscathed under the hasty response of the opponent? Only a strong man in the realm of King Wu could escape unscathed in the situation just now.

Running wildly, the two puppets escaped the search range of Qin Tian's divine consciousness in the blink of an eye.

"It was too careless. I almost fell into that kid's hands."

The puppet who spoke tore open the blood-stained clothes on his chest, revealing his bloody chest. A large area of ​​the chest was severely damaged by the blocked sword energy, and his bones were deeply injured, but he couldn't feel any pain at all.

An ordinary person would have lost his life long ago. How could he run all the way without taking a breath?

The other puppet wasn't much better. The skin from his forehead to his cheeks was rolling outwards, and the blood that kept overflowing dyed his face blood red. It looked very scary at first glance.

Coupled with the way he gritted his teeth at this time, it added a bit of ferocious color.

"No wonder Qisha can't stop him. It's hard to resist such a powerful martial arts if you don't prepare in advance."

"What should we do now? How can we go back and communicate with Mr. Mao?"

"Behind us is the dungeon, where so many cultivators are imprisoned. These are all urgently needed by the master. There is no room for any mistakes, and we must stop him even to death!"

Just as the two of them were discussing countermeasures, Qin Tian had already followed the blood stains on the ground. The voices of their conversation were very soft, but they were so loud in the narrow tomb passage that Qin Tian could not listen even if he wanted to.

Less than.

"Have we discussed it?" Qin Tian stopped and stood at the corner and looked towards the end. The two puppets were hiding there. Qin Tian said lightly, "After we have discussed it, I will send you two on your way.

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The two puppets looked at each other with complicated emotions in their eyes. Now that they have been discovered, they can only fight with death...

At the end of the tomb passage fifty meters behind the two of them, behind a heavy iron door, there were hundreds of iron cages holding all kinds of people. If you count carefully, there should be thousands of people.

Their hair was disheveled and their beards were unkempt, their faces were pale and their lips were chapped. It looked like they had suffered a lot.

Among the many iron cages, one stood out the most, where several young men in uniforms were imprisoned.

At this time, there was a man sitting cross-legged, with big beads of sweat on his forehead. The thin spiritual energy in the air gathered into his body, but it was a pity that it dissipated out of the body as soon as it was absorbed. It was impossible to do this.

Condensation.

"Well!" The handsome man sitting cross-legged on the ground, condensing spiritual energy, felt a tightness in his chest, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the three junior brothers hurriedly stepped forward to support his swaying body that was about to fall.

One of them shouted anxiously, "Brother, are you okay?"

"We were just a little bit close to succeeding in condensation. Damn it, we fell short at the last minute." The handsome man's eyebrows were pierced like blades, and Qi Yu's majestic face was so heroic that he knew at a glance that he was not an ordinary person.

"What on earth did those guys feed us? We are so weak that we can't gather spiritual energy. Could it be that we just sit here and wait for death?"

The faces of the three junior brothers were full of frustrated expressions. The four of them were alchemists heading to the Danqi Empire to participate in the Alchemist Conference.

There were more than ten people traveling with them. Just because they met these puppets on the road, the master got separated in a panic while fighting with the powerful King Wu. The life and death of the remaining brothers are unknown. Now the four of them fell into the dark underground palace.

A narrow escape from death.

In order to survive, senior brother Hong Yu can only try his best to restore his cultivation. Only in this way can he get a chance of survival.

"Now is not the time to complain. Keep your eyes peeled and don't let those monsters discover our intentions."

Senior brother Hong Yu's face was horribly pale, comparable to the deathly faces of those puppets.

He forced his body to sit up straight, with the stubbornness in his eyes that only exists at this age, Hong Yu said solemnly, "I'll try again to see if I can gather spiritual energy."

"No, senior brother, your body is too weak now. Forcibly sucking spiritual energy may cause damage to the spiritual veins in your body. This is no joke!"

The juniors tried to dissuade them one after another, and after the puppets caught them, they force-fed them drugs like spirit powder.

In addition, the air here is filled with strong miasma, and long-term absorption of this miasma will also have a great impact on the absorption of spiritual energy, which results in the imprisoned practitioners being unable to gather spiritual energy together normally.

In addition, it took several days for someone to bring some food and drink, and almost all the people detained here were on the verge of collapse.

"I have no choice but to try my best. I don't know how Master and the others are doing now." Hong Yu looked up at the dim space and suddenly said, "This damn place, we should be locked up here for two months."

Is it time?"

"No, that's alright. I really didn't expect that I would encounter something like this when I participated in this alchemist conference..."


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