Chapter Ninety-Twenty Red Bird Pecking Meat

After Zong Shou struck a sword, he felt his anger go away, his mind calmed down a little, and he gradually got used to this forbidden technique.

After a while, he laughed at himself again.

"It's so painful that I don't want to live, I actually wish I could die right away—"

At that moment, I really wanted to blow my head off with one finger!

With a soft breath, Zong Shou thought of Lu Hanyan again.

His mother has lived here for twenty years. Could it be that he can't bear it for such a short time?

But this Wu Yazi is really hateful and annoying!

Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, Zong Shou looked at the iron frame where Wu Yazi was.

With just one glance, he gave up his plan to kill him.

There is really no need to take the risk of breaking this restriction, and let this person suffer torture here, it is far better than beheading him.

"Fenkong Zhihuo, so you are a direct descendant of the Lu family—"

This voice came from another direction, leisurely and calm.

Zong Shou followed the prestige to look, but the pupils of Shou shrank slightly.

What I saw was a refined middle-aged man on the iron frame on the right.

There are two peak gods here, and Wu Yazi is one. The person in front of him is another one.

"You are young, and your swordsmanship is superb. The blood of Fenkong is also extremely pure. I have seen many outstanding people, and there may be no one comparable to your Excellency. If you want to come to the Lu family, your status should not be low. .But why did you sneak into the Nine Absolute Death Prison? Is there anything in this prison that can attract the favored son of heaven—”

Zong Shou shook his head, his business has nothing to do with this person, why bother to talk to him?

When he arrived in Hell, he didn't want to delay for a moment.

But immediately, the middle-aged man chuckled.

"With your strength, the Lu family is at least one of the heirs. If you want to go to death, you can be fair and aboveboard. If you want to come to the Burning Holy Court, you will not refuse. Why do you need to ask Wu Yazi? Yes, you are the son of Lu Hanyan, Is it right that I came here to find my mother? It’s really extraordinary, it’s only been for more than 20 years. Probably Hanyan’s girl would not have thought of it. In just over 20 years, her son has the ability to enter the eighth-level death prison Find her—”

Seeing Zong Shou's gaze, he looked in astonishment. The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head: "I know your mother, we are a little involved, but we are not close, and I don't know the whereabouts of Princess Hanyan at this time. But if you are willing to help me, I can make a vow of heart! Help you Until this hell thing. Everything is over!"

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, looking at this person's style of speech, he was much more credible than Wu Yazi.

But after contemplating for a moment, he still shook his head: "This junior still needs time, think about it."

The middle-aged man knew what he said, and knew that this sentence was a tactful rejection.

He didn't speak anymore at the moment, sighed leisurely, and closed his eyes again.

Zong Shou didn't care too much. Dunkong left, and in just a moment, he was dozens of miles away.

Continue to disperse divine thoughts. Search around.

Along the way, a lot of things like those iron crosses have been discovered.

However, the Lu family's ban is not static.

Iron crosses are actually uncommon, and those who are locked on them are often monks in the spiritual realm.

The total number is only more than a hundred people, and they are distributed all over the world, and their locations are very particular.

In addition, there are many stone platforms similar to the previous floors. It can also be suppressed with an iron tower, or simply a metal cage to trap people in it.

Although these people are not in the divine realm, they have also been drained of their true energy and blood.

Most of the expressions are in pain, compared to those monks in the divine realm. It is even more difficult.

And most of them are dying, and they can't last for too long.

Some even have no protection at all. Just throw it here, and it will be directly regarded as food for those alien species.

The more he watched, the colder Zong Shou felt. Also more and more anxious.

Without hesitating to consume his true energy, he used the Instant Void Dragon Pill to walk through this prison of death, searching tirelessly.

From south to north, from east to west, every inch is refused to let go.

But when fourteen days passed, Zong Shou was completely in despair.

"Why can't I find it?"

"I have searched the world with a radius of 30,000 miles twice. I have not missed every inch of the area, not even the underground—"

"Is it true that as Wu Yazi said, mother has already been sent to the ninth floor?"

Confused, Zong Shou looked at his sleeve, where there were dozens of mutated beast pills.

They are all harvested in this level of death prison, and have experienced dozens of dangerous fights.

Even a few times, almost fell into the siege of alien spirit beasts

A natural alien species above the divine realm, the wisdom is no different from that of humans.

Although it is still driven by the ferocious aura, it is known to cooperate with other strange beasts.

Therefore, although these natural aliens are not as powerful as him. But Zongshou was dangerously forced to the point of death. It was also with all my strength that I managed to get out of trouble.

These mutated beast pills are Zong Shou's harvest.

There are only a few of them that Han Xi can use.

However, these beast pills above the divine realm can already be integrated into the void of the soul sea like the instant dragon pills, becoming one of the stars.

In the usual way, Zong Shou must be inexplicably delighted to have this harvest.

But at this moment, his mood was low and his chest was cold.

And in the eyes and soul, as time passed, the attacks became more and more frequent, and the pain increased.

It made him dizzy, in a trance, and walked in the void blankly.

When he woke up again, he was already standing in the middle of this hell.

Before I knew it, I had come here.

There is a black mist in front of my eyes, not only I can't see it, but even the illusion mirror can't see through it.

The rich spirit of time and space surged in the fog.

In addition, it is even more perceivable that there is a faint tyrannical energy inside.

Zong Shou narrowed his eyes. He has been to this place more than ten times in the past ten days.

It is guessed that it is the Yuanmen on the ninth floor, which has never been entered.

In the fuzzy mind, most of the escape here came from his subconscious.

Then Zong Shou laughed again, thinking that it seems that he is going to go to this ninth floor after all.

With his thoughts settled down, Zong Shou sat cross-legged a hundred miles away from the black mist without arrogance or rashness.

In the past ten days, he searched everywhere without hesitation, and went through dozens of hard battles.

He has already been deprived of his origin. If he wants to try to break into the ninth floor and fight against the one in the black mist, he needs to restore his best state first.

Swallowing a few elixir, enduring the pain like scratching the bones, closing eyes and adjusting breath.

After a full twelve hours, Zong Shou woke up again.

Again, use the phantom mirror instead of the eye pupil. Immediately there was a feeling in his heart, Cao controlled the illusion mirror, and 'looked' aside.

I saw a woman in her thirties with white hair and a disheveled face hundreds of feet away. It was tied to a giant tree by vines as thick as a child's arm.

Here hundreds of red hummingbirds flew over and landed on the woman.

Pecking with the bird's beak, every light pecking can tear off a piece of flesh and blood. (To be continued..)

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