The heavy iron chain dragged on the ground, making a harsh friction sound. The handsome man in red with disheveled hair slowly walked down the endless spiral staircase under the escort of more than a dozen Yunzhong Swordsmen. His arms were crippled and his expression was indifferent.

Calmly, he looked at the murals on both sides with interest.

"Three Saints rising up to the sky, sea of ​​clouds and dragons fighting, golden birds subduing demons... what an ancient legend." Lezheng Longhua's eyes sparkled, and he smiled at the Yunzhong Sword swordsmen pushing him down on both sides: "

Chivalrous man, who painted the pictures on these two walls?"

Yun Zhongjian on both sides ignored him with a cold expression, while the leader of the group following him said coldly, "Let's go faster."

Yue Zheng Long Hua smiled and said to himself: "That's right, you probably don't know that the person who can paint such a mural must have been dead for hundreds of years."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The leader changed his face upon hearing this and shouted angrily.

"Huh...what, am I right?"

"The murals here are based on the shapes dictated by Senior Yuan Che, the leader of the Cangming Sect, and painted by Mr. Kai Hai, a painter of the Xi tribe, over a period of six months!"

"I see, that's it, the Xi clan has lived for hundreds of years, so what I said just now is really unreasonable." Lezheng Longhua walked down the stairs while admiring the murals, silently calculating the steps and steps of the stairs in his heart.

Pass through the levels of the dungeon.

There are nine steps on the first floor, with a total of eighty-one steps on the nine floors. Because of the huge gap between the steps, it is easy to go down and difficult to go up.

Yunzhongjian took Lezheng Longhua into a separate cell on the ground floor, and added three more machine locks to the door made of fine iron.

"Send these three keys to the Red Castle, and you must hand them over to the master." The leader told a subordinate outside the door.

Lezheng Longhua heard this and shouted out through the window used for delivering food: "You are not going to let me out for the rest of your life, so why are you keeping the key?"

"When you die, I will collect your body." The leader said coldly.

Yue Zheng Longhua smiled and said to the man: "It's not certain which of us will die first. The world is dangerous, knights, take care."

The man snorted coldly, raised his hand to stop his subordinates from getting angry, and said to Lezheng Longhua in the prison: "You have two meals a day, just stay here. This is just the beginning."

After the people outside left, Lezheng Longhua's face gradually darkened. He walked around the cell and found that although the cell had been tidied up and cleaned, some clues left by the previous owner could still be found.

There were marks on the three walls made by someone's fingers, with dried black blood in the marks. A few strange hairs and some pieces of cotton wool could also be found on the slate bed.

Lezheng Longhua sat down cross-legged on the stone slab, secretly summoning the Dragon Scale Qi. Within a moment, he regained consciousness in his arms amid a crisp and crisp sound of bones.

"What a magical inner strength."

The moment Lezheng Longhua completed his healing exercise, a majestic and unusual voice came from next door.

He suddenly opened his eyes, got up and walked quickly to the wall, and found that the small hole in the drainage ditch under the wall was connected to the next door, and the sound came from here through the thick wall.

"I have long heard that the people at the bottom of the Desolate Sect's dungeon are all heinous people. I wonder which evil thief is next door to my leader?"

"Huh, leader?" A very disdainful voice came from next door. "I wonder which religion's leader he is? He's been locked up here."

"Dragon Blood Cult."

There was silence for a while, and then laughter came from the room: "I've never heard of it. However, your internal strength is quite magical."

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

"I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname..."

The man suddenly stopped midway through his powerful words, and then made a sound of vomiting blood and coughing.

"Mu... Tianze... you damn... dare to plot against me."

"Old Huang, can't you be quiet?" Lezheng Longhua heard a clear voice, which seemed to be on the opposite side of the next cell.

"Could it be that this person next to me is the evil man Huang Liulang who is known as Huang Quan Chasing Death?" Yue Zheng Longhua guessed.

"Ahem... cough... I guess you have some knowledge." Huang Liulang didn't seem to expect that this newcomer could recognize him, and he was quite proud of himself.

Mu Tianze's cold voice sounded again: "Chasing death? It's just a wild dog that Liu Yike broke his legs. It didn't even touch the corner of someone's clothes."

"Mu Tianze, you..." Huang Liulang was furious, "You were f**ked here by Liu Yike, why...you...have the right to laugh at me! Pfft...ahem..."

The person next door seemed to have spat out another mouthful of blood and was choking on his own blood.

"If you don't shut up, I guarantee that you will vomit blood and die within half an hour." Mu Tianze's words did not sound like bluff.

Huang Liulang was unwilling to give in, but he believed that he was no match for Mu Tianze, so he had no choice but to sigh in silence. He could do nothing to Mu Tianze across the prison cell, but Mu Tianze could make him vomit blood purely by relying on his internal strength. The relationship between the two

The difference is self-evident.

"Heaven and Earth will destroy Mu Tianze." Yue Zheng Longhua said outside the window, "I have long heard that you are the biggest demon here. It is a pity that you can't see it so close. It really makes me regretful."

After he said these words, he has been using his energy carefully to take precautions. Although it is not clear how Mu Tianze managed to make Huang Liulang vomit blood through the air before, he probably relied on a wonderful method of internal energy.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no ill will from Mu Tianze nor a reply.

The entire dungeon was extremely silent, so quiet that one could hear breathing sounds of varying intensity from several places near and far.

"Mu Tianze?" Lezheng Longhua called out again tentatively.

"Chasing death in the underworld?" No one from the next door answered.

"Hey, are you still there? Don't ignore me! I'm a newbie here, and I may be a little rude, but I'm here to invite you to go out with me to destroy the Desolate Sect and the order it established." Le

Zheng Longhua shouted outside with his loudest voice, and at the same time slapped the iron door with his hand.

Several sarcasm and ridicule came one after another. It was obvious that many people heard what he said, but no one took him to heart.

"I'm serious! Let me say it again, I, Lezheng Longhua, the leader of the Dragon Blood Sect, come here to invite you to join me in accomplishing a great cause!" Lezheng Longhua continued to slap the iron door.

"Boy, are you afraid that you have lost your mind and gone crazy?" Someone said with ridicule in his words.

"Haha, madman, you have just been imprisoned and you can't bear the despair?"

Lezheng Longhua didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. He leaned against the iron door and sighed quietly. After a while, he slammed the iron door hard: "I don't understand. Were you all castrated by Liu Yike back then? Even if you were beaten to lose your ambition by her,

But now this world is no longer a world without Liu Yike! Are you still willing to be imprisoned in this dungeon for the rest of your life?"

He said the news that Liu Yike was no longer here, and instantly felt several different auras surge in the dungeon.

"What did you say?" Mu Tianze finally spoke again, with a hint of regret and disbelief in his cold voice: "Liu Yike is no longer alive?"

Lezheng Longhua smiled with satisfaction on his face and replied loudly: "Yes, Liu Yike is no longer alive, and the chief sect leader of the Desolate Sect has also changed."

"Who is the successor? Qing Yu'an? Or Shang Juncheng?"

"Of course not, Liu Yike's four disciples died earlier than she did. The current leader of the Desolate Sect is Bai Yi, you probably don't know him." Yue Zheng Longhua seemed to know all this well and answered fluently.

Mu Tianze was silent for a moment and asked unwillingly: "How is this possible..."

The legendary Liu Yike and his four disciples disappeared so quietly? But these people have been imprisoned in the dungeon, thinking that there is an impossible-to-defeat sword master sitting above them.

"How did Liu Yike and her disciples die?" Mu Tianze asked in a deep voice.

"You care so much about her and her disciples?"

"Tell me so I can consider whether to help you." Mu Tianze's tone sounded like there was no room for negotiation.

Lezheng Longhua, however, pretended to be silent and said in embarrassment: "I am only responsible for delivering the news. You can only see the people who really know the truth after you go out. Because..."
Chapter completed!