Chapter 4: The Deepest Dungeon

Just after Yue Qingling and Leng Feiran left, ten monks landed next to the pit with murderous intent.

The leader was a pretty woman, wearing a green long dress with light green ink decorations on her clothes, which looked like raindrops.

She held an ancient sword in her hand, and looked heroic.

When she landed in the pit, the woman, who was as clean as a bamboo, didn't care about the dirt at all. She knelt on one knee and carefully surveyed the situation.

No one around dared to disturb her.

Until she stood up slowly, a woman in yellow came to help her clean the dirt on her knees.

The woman in yellow asked softly: "Qingyu, did you find anything?"

Lin Qingyu, the Saint of Yaochi, looked at the sky, raised her two slender and thick eyebrows, and said seriously: "The Immortal Venerable has been here, but... the Demon Queen escaped."

"Escaped? How is this possible?"

For a moment, everyone was whispering in surprise.

The Immortal Venerable of the Heavenly Cultivation Taiyi Realm had clearly caught up with the Demon Cult Empress, who was also a Earth Cultivation Sifang Realm who was exhausted. How could she escape?

The yellow-clothed woman showed a worried look on her face: "Qingyu, how is the Immortal Venerable?"

It can be seen that she is more concerned about Yue Qingling.

Lin Qingyu remained silent. After a while, she said in a comforting tone: "Lixing, don't worry. The Immortal Venerable is also a Heavenly Cultivation Realm. He and the Demon Cult Empress also have an irreconcilable hatred. It should be fine."

"That's good, that's good..." Lingjing Sect's senior sister Huang Lixing patted her chest and comforted herself.

The team did not find any other clues, so they had to go back and report to the two heads.

Yunlin Mountain was managed by Yue Qingling's female disciple Su Muxue.

As long as the Empress was not there, the Demon Cult would be leaderless.

However, when the three major sects took action, the disciples of the Demon Cult seemed to have received the command of the Empress. All of them gave up resistance and only cared about escaping.

As a result, 70% to 80% of the 100,000 members of the Demon Cult escaped.

They all headed for the border between Dongzhou and Beizhou, where there was no one living, but there were still relics of the Demon Cult, the Nine Netherworld.

Dongzhou was very large, with various forces standing on the mountains. The three major sects could encircle and suppress the Demon Cult, but they could not cross the entire continent to attack the Demon Cult.

Then this encirclement and suppression was really over.

However, Yue Qingling, the main force of the famous and upright sects here, who decided the outcome of the battlefield, disappeared.

For a while, there were many different opinions.

And in the deepest and darkest dungeon in the Nine Netherworld, a thin body was hanging in the air.

Yue Qingling raised his arms high, with a blue dragon tendon rope hanging on his wrists, and was hung in the cell.

His white clothes had already lost a little bit of white, like a piece of rag hanging on his body.

His hair was already in a mess, and the dark clouds hung down, covering half of his pretty face.

Even from a close distance, it was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

The young immortal was locked in a dungeon without sunlight, without even a jailer.

He could not escape.

As one of the four fierce beasts, the tendons of the Azure Dragon can restrain the spiritual energy of the cultivators.

Once tied up by dragon tendons, only the Saint Realm can break it.

Yue Qingling is now really not as good as a mortal.

But this is not the worst.

All sufferings can be endured under the premise of hope.

Yue Qingling now sadly discovered that he is about to face one or countless sufferings because he can't see any hope.

Along the way, he finally realized what Leng Feiran did to him.

He now feels like a joke.

"Channu Immortal Law", such a perfect set of immortal laws, an encyclopedia-like thing, how could it be possible that there is no flaw at all?

The flaw is that the cultivator who practices this set of immortal laws will be completely controlled by the leader of the Qingyue Sect.

As long as the other party has practiced the thirteenth chapter of the Mingyue chapter, he can easily enter his three-inch spiritual platform in front of him and do whatever he wants to his Nascent Soul.

Yue Qingling's Nascent Soul is extremely powerful, and no spiritual consciousness can damage it in the slightest.

But his body will be affected.

The feeling transmitted to him by the Yuanshen is a hundred times stronger!

Chan Nu, haha.

Yue Qingling laughed at himself.

Now I finally understand the meaning of this word.

The moon is also known as Chanjuan, and the Demon Sect is also known as Qingyuemen. Isn't the meaning of Chan Nu obvious?

What is this to practice?

Even if he practices to the level of a saint and becomes a great emperor, he will be controlled when he meets Leng Feiran.

One thing subdues another, this is all calculated!

So, he can't see any hope at all.

Born a slave, no matter what he does, he can't escape in the end.

"Pah!"

"Ah!!"

"Help!"

"I want to see the elders! I want to see the empress!"

Yue Qingling's ears were very sensitive. He could hear the cries and wails of the prisoners on the upper floor or the upper floor.

But on his floor, there was not even a mouse.

In the deepest part of the dungeon in the Nine Netherworld, there was no life except him.

According to the time he calculated in his mind, he had been locked up here for two days.

Leng Feiran summoned the disciples of the Demon Cult to come here. It is estimated that there are many things to do.

This time, they were surrounded by the righteous faction. In addition to being unable to fight head-on, various spies also appeared in the Demon Cult.

Leng Feiran wants to rectify Qingyue Sect bit by bit.

She can't fall into the same pit twice.

Yue Qingling also figured out the flaws of "Channu Fairy Law" in these two days.

A fragrant breeze penetrated into his nose.

Yue Qingling's eyelids lifted for a moment, and then dropped again.

The empress finally came.

She used these two days to find the spy and recover her body.

Now, it's time to deal with him!

Leng Feiran was already wearing a neat red dress, which made her skin look like snow. She came to the outside of Yue Qingling's cell with noble air, and her hands were crossed in front of her abdomen.

Naturally, various servants followed her, and they didn't dare to look up.

This is the deepest part of the dungeon. It is rumored that the prisoners held here are guilty of losing their heads just by knowing their names.

"All go down."

Leng Feiran waved her hand.

The servants hurried to leave this place.

Leng Feiran opened the door of the cell, and there was no lock on the door at all.

If the Qinglong tendons can't lock Yue Qingling, what's the use of the lock on the door?

She came to Yue Qingling, stretched out her fair hands, and touched the messy hair in front of Yue Qingling's face without disdain.

"Look at you, you are so sloppy, you don't care about your image at all."

Leng Feiran was like a master, scolding her apprentice.

Yue Qingling said softly: "Can I move?"

"Hehe, you are right." Leng Feiran smiled with her mouth covered, but then she stretched out her hand and slapped Yue Qingling in the face.

"Pa!" It was a slap!

"You dare to ask me back?" Leng Feiran raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

Yue Qingling's face was hit with a beautiful slap mark, and he tilted his head and finally stopped talking.

Nothing to say.

You will be beaten no matter what you say.