After Zong Shou struck 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 one 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 the risk to break this restriction, and besides, it is far better to let this person suffer 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, one is Wu Yazi. The person in front of me is another person.
"You are very 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 is not low. . 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 princes. 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 is 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 eyes, he looked at him in astonishment. The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head: "Your mother and I know each other and are somewhat involved, but not close. I don't know the whereabouts of Princess Hanyan at this time. However, if you are willing to help me, I will make an oath to help you! Until this matter of death and hell is over!"
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows. Judging from this man's 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 the moment, sighed leisurely, and closed his eyes again.
Zong Shou didn't pay much attention. Dunkong left, and in just a moment, he was more than dozens of miles away.
Continue to spread your spiritual thoughts. Search around.
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 about a hundred or so, distributed all over the world, and the location is very particular.
There are many other stone platforms like those on the previous floors. There are also iron towers to suppress it, or simply a metal cage to trap people in it.
Although these people are not at the level of gods, they are still drained of their true energy.
Most of them had expressions of pain, compared to those of the god-level monks. It’s even more difficult.
Most of them are in their twilight years and cannot sustain them for long.
Some even have no protection at all. Just throw it here and be directly regarded as food for those alien species from heaven and earth.
The more he watched, the more Zong Shou felt his heart sink. Also becoming more and more anxious.
Regardless of 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, every inch is refused to be missed.
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 looked at his sleeve in confusion, where there were dozens of mutated beast pills.
They are all harvested from this level of death prison and experienced 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 are not as powerful as him. But the danger brought Zong Shou to the point of death. He also tried his best to escape the difficulty.
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 felt depressed and felt a cold feeling in my chest.
And 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 in a trance, walking in the void blankly.
When he woke up again, he was already standing in the center of this hell.
Before I knew it, I had already reached this point.
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 also sense that there is a faint tyrannical energy inside.
Zong Shou's eyes narrowed. He had been to this place dozens of times in the past ten days.
It is guessed that it is probably the Yuanmen 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.
In the past ten days, he had spent no time searching everywhere, and had gone through dozens of hard battles.
His origin has long been weakened. If he wants to try to break into the ninth floor and fight 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, and closed my eyes to adjust my breathing.
A full twelve hours later, Zong Shou woke up again.
Use the phantom mind mirror again to replace the eye pupils. Then he suddenly felt something in his heart, controlled the illusory mind mirror, and looked to the side.
I saw a few hundred feet away, a woman in her thirties with white hair covering her face. It was tied to a huge 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. RQ