Chapter 226

"Nonsense. [For more exciting novels, please visit] The person who killed Duanmu Jishuang was obviously you. Do you think you can fool the seniors of the Demon Sect?"

Duanmu Ling'er stood up suddenly, with a cold look in her eyes, the profound energy gathered in her pupils, and two sword lights flew out from the pupils, attacking Lin Zhirong.

She stepped into the third stage of the refined world, and her cultivation base had advanced further. Two sword lights pierced through a formation barrier of the Iron Prison and bombarded it.

"Sister Ling'er, it's really gratifying to raise your cultivation base to another level. It's a pity that you are now just a prisoner."

The corner of Lin Zhirong's mouth curled up slightly, with a look of disdain.

With a wave of his arm, it formed a treasure wheel in the present world, and the two sword lights flew back backwards, hitting Duanmu Ling'er's legs, making two bloody holes.

There was the sound of bones breaking.

Both sword qi hit Duanmu Ling'er's leg bone.

Duanmu Ling'er felt that the bones in both legs were broken, the pain was splitting, blood flowed, and the body fell to the ground.

Beads of sweat escaped from her forehead, but she didn't let out a miserable cry. She clenched her teeth and said, "If you dare... to break my legs, my father will kill you!"

Duanmu Ling'er's five fingers tightly grasped the corner of the clothes, holding back the severe pain.

Ning Xiaochuan's eyes turned cold, and strands of electricity flowed from his fingertips.

Lin Zhirong sneered, and said, "Do you think you still have a chance to survive? Duanmu Ling'er colluded with the people in the court and betrayed the magic gate. Now the army of the court has come to the cliff of nine deaths. You made a big mistake and still want to live Get out of the iron prison?"

Duanmu Ling'er's complexion changed, and she said, "The imperial army came to encircle and suppress the main altar of the Demon Sect again? How is this possible?"

Lin Zhirong said proudly: "Even your father can't keep you this time. Seniors from the Demon Sect have decided to throw the two of you into the Ten Thousand Snakes Cave and execute you both to death with the cruelest punishment."

Ning Xiaochuan could tell that Lin Zhirong was not lying, so the imperial army really came to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect General Altar again.

Lin Zhirong glanced at Ning Xiaochuan, and said, "Ning Xiaochuan, I heard that you have cultivated a kind of miraculous skill, which is comparable to the blood-devouring magic skill. If you pass this kind of miraculous skill to me, I may consider letting you two go." leave."

"Don't trust him,

The prisoners in the Momen Iron Prison are not at all something he can let go. " Duanmu Ling'er said.

Lin Zhirong sneered: "Stupid! In the past, maybe I couldn't let you go. But now, all the seniors of the Demon Sect have been restrained by the imperial army, and the defense of the Iron Prison is far worse than before. With my martial arts cultivation, I want to take you out. , It’s not difficult. If you pass on that miraculous skill to me, I’ll let you go immediately.”

Ning Xiaochuan showed hesitation in his eyes, nodded, and said: "Okay! I can pass that kind of miraculous skill to you now. (Starting)"

"Really?" Lin Zhirong took a step forward, showing excitement.

"Shua!"

Ning Xiaochuan's speed was as fast as lightning, and he moved horizontally to the edge of the iron fence. Through the iron fence, he grabbed Lin Zhirong's neck, mobilized the power of the magic sword, and began to devour the blood and profound energy in Lin Zhirong's body.

Ning Xiaochuan has just broken through the third level of the refined realm, and needs a lot of blood to consolidate the realm. Since Lin Zhirong had delivered it to his door, he was naturally not polite.

Under the pressure of Ning Xiaochuan's powerful force, Lin Zhirong was violently dragged over, his head was squeezed between two iron bars, and the bridge of his nose was about to be broken.

He was terrified in his heart, never thought that Ning Xiaochuan would be able to escape from the iron chains of Xuanling. Now, it was too late for him to fight back, the blood in his body flowed backwards, and all flowed towards Ning Xiaochuan's palm.

"You don't want to see that kind of miraculous skill, I'll let you see it slowly now." Ning Xiaochuan lifted Lin Zhirong by the neck, and lifted him from the ground, crushing his head.

The two deaf-mute prison guards were slightly startled, and shot at Ning Xiaochuan at the same time, stabbing the spear in their hands.

They are all first-class martial arts masters, and their shots were quite fierce, sealing off all Ning Xiaochuan's escape routes. If Ning Xiaochuan didn't let Lin Zhirong go, he would definitely die under the spear.

But Ning Xiaochuan didn't mean to let Lin Zhirong go!

Today, he is dead!

"Break it!"

Ning Xiaochuan rushed up, smashed three iron bars with his body, broke out from the iron prison, held Lin Zhirong in one hand, pressed him firmly against the iron wall, and cracked his head , Flowing out strands of blood.

On Ning Xiaochuan's back spread out a pair of seven-meter-long Wrath Wings, and his profound energy condensed into feathers. The feathers were like iron hooks, and the wind was like a hurricane. On the iron wall, the spear in his hand fell to the ground.

Under Lin Zhirong's unwilling, terrified, and pleading eyes, the blood in his body was sucked dry, his body shriveled, his skin was dry, his hair was pale, his eyes were sunken, and he finally turned into a mummified corpse.

Ning Xiaochuan refined his blood energy, then walked towards the two deaf-mute prison guards, shot out two giant lightning beasts, and chopped them into powder.

Ning Xiaochuan returned to the Iron Prison, pressed his fingers on Duanmu Ling'er's leg, and used dragon and tiger profound energy to help her stabilize the injury and stop the bleeding.

The wound pierced by the sword energy quickly healed under the repair of the profound energy, forming a layer of blood scab.

Although the wound healed, the broken bone was not so easy to repair. If there is no healing elixir, with her martial arts cultivation base, she will need at least seven days of recuperation before the broken bones can grow back.

Ning Xiaochuan cut off the iron chains tied to her body with the magic sword, carried her on his back, and walked towards the outside of the iron prison.

"Boom!"

Ning Xiaochuan cut open the iron wall with a magic sword, tore a man-high hole, walked out of the gap, and entered the iron prison passage.

They just walked out of an independent small prison, and they had to go through at least seven checkpoints to get out of the iron prison.

The seven checkpoints are all sealed by heavy black iron gates. With martial arts masters sitting in the guard, it is as difficult as going to the sky to escape.

As soon as Ning Xiaochuan and Duanmu Ling'er came out, more than a dozen martial arts masters stopped them.

They were all deaf-mute, wearing thick armor, with cold eyes, holding first-grade profound weapon-level spears in their hands, and the tip of the spears was flickering with lightning.

"We must get out as soon as possible. If the prison guards spread the news and the masters of the magic sect rush over, we will have no chance to escape." Duanmu Ling'er said.

The bones of Ning Xiaochuan's left arm had long been integrated with martial arts supernatural powers. When his arm was stretched out, hundreds of lightning bolts were immediately sent out, and they slashed towards the prison guards at the same time.

The power of lightning far exceeds that of before, and each bolt of lightning is as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

The lightning slashed on the prisoner's armor, emitting green smoke, which penetrated through the thick armor and hit the flesh, splitting the prisoner into charred bones.

The cultivation base of the prison guards is also very strong. If they are in the outside world, they are all martial arts masters on their own.

However, Ning Xiaochuan's cultivation base is even stronger, and he already has the strength comparable to the older generation of strong men. These prison guards are naturally not his opponents.

More than a dozen prison guards were killed by lightning and fell to the ground, turning into charred corpses.

"Ning...Xiao Chuan!"

"Ning... Xiao... Chuan!"

In the iron prison, there was a faint voice, if you don't listen carefully, you can hardly hear it.

Ning Xiaochuan was about to open the iron gate and rush to the next checkpoint, but he stopped immediately after hearing the sound.

In this dark iron prison, is there anyone who knows him?

Looking for the source of the sound, Ning Xiaochuan walked up to a black iron wall, sacrificed the magic sword, and split the iron wall with one sword.

Inside this iron wall is also a cold and dark iron prison.

Inside, an old man with disheveled hair was imprisoned, locked by thirty-six iron chains, obviously a repeat offender of the Demon Sect.

The old man's body is quite shriveled, severely dehydrated, and his clothes are all torn. I don't know how long he has been imprisoned here?

Ning Xiaochuan stared at the robe on the old man's body. It was worn out, rotten, and discolored. However, after careful identification, it could still be seen that it was an official robe of the imperial court.

He is a general of the imperial court!

"Who are you? Did you hear our conversation just now?" Ning Xiaochuan asked.

Every cell in the Demon Gate Iron Prison is separated by a three-meter-thick black iron prison wall. How high is this old man's cultivation level to be able to hear the conversations in the next cell?

People who can be imprisoned in the Iron Prison of Momen are indeed not ordinary people.

The old man struggled to open his eyes, glanced at Ning Xiaochuan, and said, "You are... Ning Xiaochuan from the Jiangehou Mansion...? Your father... is Ning Qianyi, and your mother is Duanmu Ning?"

"That's right!" Ning Xiaochuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Who the hell are you?"

"Calculating the time...you should probably be this old by now, haha, how are your father and mother?" the old man said.

Ning Xiaochuan said: "They were bestowed to death by Emperor Yulan eleven years ago."

"Eleven years ago." The old man's body trembled a little, he tried to widen his eyes, and said, "What crime?"

Ning Xiaochuan was short on time, but the old man was able to tell his parents' names, which made him curious, so he patiently said: "Collude with the magic sect, betray the imperial court, and lead to the annihilation of the imperial court's 700,000 troops."

"Sure enough... Eleven years, actually eleven years... Cough cough..." The old man became even more excited, with a wry smile on his lips. If there was still some moisture in his body, he might shed tears. However, he had been imprisoned for too long and was so dehydrated that he couldn't even shed tears.

Ning Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Could it be that Eleven years ago, Senior was also in the army besieging the Demon Sect?"

The old man nodded and said: "Back then, your father held the commander's seal and was the commander of the three armies. Yue Wuyang was the general of the Chinese army; the left captain was the general Mo Longting; the right captain was Qi Chong. I am Qi Chong."

Ning Xiaochuan was overjoyed, bowed down, took out the imperial power order, and said: "This time, the junior is here to find out the truth about the battle that year. I hope the senior can tell the junior something."

Ning Xiaochuan looked at the iron chains locked on the old man, then called out the magic sword, intending to cut off the iron chains and rescue the old man.

"Don't!" The old man stopped Ning Xiaochuan, saying: "I...my lifespan is... almost exhausted, and I won't live long. If you use your sword to cut off the iron chain, the power of the chain's anti-shock will only speed up your life. I die. That's it! I am satisfied to see the son of the old man again at the end of my life."

Ning Xiaochuan held the magic sword, but in the end he still didn't cut it down.