That's right.

It's a prison.

A prison made of stone.

It was divided into many grids, and there were prisoners in each grid.

These prisoners are all from martial arts, and each of them is locked by thick iron chains.

"Look..."

"The one who is locked here is Huashan disciple..."

“This is 再…”

"This is Kunlun..."

"And... here... here... here are monks from Mount Wutai, a group of old bald donkeys... and there is a room there, prepared for friends of the martial arts fellows in the martial arts world..."

The little boy led Murong Longcheng to introduce one by one.

He seemed very satisfied with his masterpiece.

Murong Longcheng showed his expressions other than his own son who had died since entering this secret passage.

"you..."

"Did you... have you captured all the martial arts worlds in the world?"

He looked shocked.

and looking at each other in disbelief.

"That's not."

The little boy raised his head proudly.

"Except for Northern Shaolin..."

"In Songshan, there is a bald donkey who sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion. My brothers are a little bit difficult to use, and they are not sure, and the rest..."

"snort!"

"It can meet our requirements, you see..."

"Basically, it's all here."

The little boy pointed to all the rooms in the cave and said.

"Then you mean..."

Murong Longcheng also widened his eyes.

"good."

"I'm just waiting for you to come out of seclusion."

The little boy nodded too.

"This northern Shaolin has always been a leader in the world. It has a profound foundation and has gone through thousands of years. If we can cooperate and take it down, it is best to... be able to absorb the century-long internal strength of the Sweeping Monk..."

The little boy licked his lips.

He looked evil.

then...

He looked at someone beside him with a smile.

"Do you think...will we...have a chance...can we win the world?"

"Dingdeng..."

Even Murong Longcheng couldn't help but retreat for an opportunity.

He was blocked by the other party's energy.

"you..."

“So strong.”

“I didn’t expect it…”

"Your cultivation has actually improved so quickly."

He regretted working with the other party a little.

Murong Longcheng's face turned pale.

"If you can win, you will naturally win..."

"But, what do you have to do to make me trust you?"

"If I, Murong, helped you, took down Bei Shaolin, and also helped you personally, and also won the Sweeping Monk, helping you to devour the other party's cultivation... But what if you suddenly regret it?"

"snort!"

"I, Murong Longcheng, don't want to be just a springboard for you ambitions."

He is not a fool either.

"Hahahahaha... OK, you're right..."

The little boy suddenly applauded.

He suddenly disappeared from the spot and then appeared in a stone prison, and had already pressed his hands on the head of a prisoner in an air.

In the prisoner's fearful eyes.

"obedient."

"Shut up."

"Enter the state of practice immediately according to the way I taught you."

The prisoner did everything.

And it seems... all conditional radiation has been formed.

"You've seen it all?"

"These martial arts people in the martial arts world are now under our control, and we have unified them to take a pill. This pill is collected from the depths of the miasma forest in Miaojiang. It is called: Sansi Nao Shen Pill. Hehehehehe... As long as they dare to have any betrayal, this "Sansi Nao Shen Pill" will actively secrete a microorganism called Sansi Nao Shen Pill, and then... gulp... chew off their brains... and turn them into a walking corpse..."

"Believe it or not, when the time comes, even if the ones in front of them are their parents, wives and children, they will pounce on them without hesitation and chew on each other..."

"Hehehehehehehehe..."

The little boy smiled wildly.

He is still standing upside down.

And one hand.

He also never left the prisoner's head.

"What do you want to do again?"

"Do you still want to train them all to death?"

"But this is useless!"

"We are rebelling."

"Do you understand rebellion?"

"Although the Song Dynasty has been weak for a long time, they still maintain a regular imperial guard of hundreds of thousands... So, in a normal way, how could we win if we fight a conventional war with each other?"

"I can't think of any other way except to compete with the little emperor for high-end combat power and perform beheading operations."

"As for your dead men..."

"Wake up!"

"They're not used at all."

Murong Longcheng looked excited.

Moreover, he felt that he had finally won a game back, so the look he looked at the other party began to feel a little contemptuous.

"Hahahaha...Murong Old Manor, you really have some cuteness..."

The little boy was still unmoved.

He only smiled for a while before finally getting serious again.

"Who did you hear? I want to train them all to become dead soldiers?"

"Are they worthy of these guys?"

"wrong."

"A big mistake."

"You're ready."
To be continued...