These people in Death Castle... are really patient.
They didn't agree for ten years, so they kept it for ten years.
These guards are very well controlled in the way and strength of beating people.
Obviously trained.
It not only hit the most painful part of the human body, but also did not hurt the Xuan Zhe's tendons, so as not to damage the Xuan Zhe's strength.
Ye Qingluo almost knelt down to the Lord of Death Castle.
I have to admit that the Lord of Death Castle is indeed a smart person.
What the world lacks most is talents, and what is lacking is talents for one's own use.
Using the rare treasures of Death God Castle, it has attracted countless thieves or mystics with superior strength to come and steal.
Tightly fell into the trap of Death Castle and was locked in the dungeon.
If you give in and sign the life-and-death contract, it is equivalent to selling your life to Death Castle for the rest of your life.
The Castle of the God of Death has formed its own forces, and it can call on these thieves to search for rare treasures everywhere.
Then put these rare treasures in the Castle of the God of Death as a publicity.
Simply don't make too much money.
But... Ye Qingluo felt that the formation of the masters who took control of these lives was definitely not just to contribute to the Death Castle.
The owner of Death Castle should have a bigger conspiracy.
"As long as I untie the chain of black ice, I will naturally have a way to get out." She remained silent in Robber's Saint Room, and couldn't help urging, "You stole the guard's key, first untie the chain of black ice for me."
"Are you sure?" Ye Qingluo felt unreliable no matter what he heard.
Thief Saint really has a way to get out, and will he be trapped here for ten years
"Although so many years have passed, I still remember everything about the Death God Castle clearly." Thief Saint said with great certainty.
Ye Qingluo could tell that Thief Saint's self-confidence was constantly expanding.
Forget it, stop teasing him.
Even if Thief Saint had no way to leave, Ye Qingluo planned to take him away.
She appreciates powerful people.
Especially for this old man who was famous in the entire Nirvana world ten years ago and was revered as a robber saint, Ye Qingluo naturally became interested.
The Tianxia League is currently in the development stage, and those youngsters still need to hone and grow step by step.
If Thief Saint is willing to stay in the Tianxia Mission, it will definitely benefit the Tianxia Mission without any harm.
"Why is it so troublesome to steal the key? If the guard finds out by accident, let alone the key, maybe even I, like you, will be hung on the wall."
Ye Qingluo approached Thief Saint, curled his index finger, and tapped on the Xuanbing chain.
It feels cold to the touch, and there is a stream of Dawson's coldness.
It is indeed a mysterious ice chain that can be recorded by Qibao, this material, this power, really nothing to say!
If it wasn't for the sake of saving trouble, Ye Qingluo would really not be willing to destroy this Xuanbing chain.
Under the shocked gaze of the Thief, Ye Qingluo shook his fingers, and a red feather fan burst into flames at his fingertips, like a fire elf dancing happily at his fingertips.
The red light flashed, and immediately turned into two sharp red blades.
With a "crack", the Xuanbing chain broke.
Thief Saint's arms suddenly dropped down.
The whole person lost the support of the mysterious ice chains, and fell limply into the straw pile.
In the past ten years, apart from being severely beaten or taken to undergo brainwashing, Thief Saint has always maintained a posture of being hung on the wall with his hands outstretched.
The bodily functions have been completely stiff and numb.
Thief Saint fell to the ground stiffly, and it took him a while to move his hands.
When I moved, my arm was sore and weak.
But he is free to move as he pleases!
It's been a long time... He hasn't enjoyed this feeling for a long time.