Chapter 006 The Strongman of the Eternal

The powerful tremor and continuous vibration of the Jiuyou prison finally broke through the underground rock layer and broke it. The Henggu prison, which has been built for tens of thousands of years, could not withstand the damage of resonance. In the back mountain of Yaozong, the mountains collapsed out of thin air, and the rocks jumped, causing a burst of chickens and dogs to jump. Countless disciples of alchemy in the back of the mountain all died.

The sky is lightning and thundering, the rain is pouring, and the wind is tearing everything crazily. Here is an earth-shaking plate fracture. The formation broke and turned into a terrible earthquake in nature. Some sub-sound waves in the earthquake quickly swept through the Jiuyou prison like a storm. The whole of Jiuyou prison is the fusion and refining of ten-spice tough chain trees. With the help of its material performance, Yaozong was not worried about the collapse of the prison at all. However, who can calculate the infrasound waves emitted in the earthquake? The rock layer is broken, and clusters of sound waves roll and roar, blowing the Henggu prison. Under the stimulation of the sub-sound wave, the tough and stable ten-spice chain tree finally turned into a bubble. The prison was broken, and the cells collapsed one after another. The ancient fierce beasts and hermits who imprisoned them all broke out one by one and saw the sun again.

"Roar..."

"Wow~~"

All kinds of ancient fierce beasts imprisoned in Jiuyou Prison are crazy and fierce. They have been imprisoned for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Everyone is angry, not to mention these born fierce beasts who drink blood! The fierce beast escaped from the Jiuyou prison, ravaged everything, and crazily destroyed the disciples' buildings of the Medicine Sect. The bright red blood shot everywhere like a sword rain.

"Pharmaceutical bastard, I have been imprisoned for many years. Today is the day of my revenge!"

"Yanzong, waiting for my crazy revenge!"

The hermits and masters imprisoned in the Jiuyou prison are all empty and shouting fiercely everywhere. There are no less than dozens of strong people in Wuzong at high altitude. These are all super masters who are deeply poisoned by Yaozong. Now once they get out of trouble, it is the day of their revenge. At this moment, dozens of miles of Yaozong's radius were in trouble, but Hongxuan, the originator of all this, was trapped in a fault and struggled on the verge of danger.

Hongxuan's own strength is extremely weak. Compared with other strong beasts imprisoned in Jiuyou Prison, he is not even an ant. Ten thousand meters deep under the ground, those strong and fierce beasts can avoid the collapsed mountains and rocks, but Hongxuan has no power to bind chickens, so he can only dodge around angrily. The sky was thunder and lightning, the rainstorm poured, the rocks on the top of the head were shot, and the soil was turned over. Hongxuan was quickly annihilated in the depths of the earth, and the underground fault of the riot gradually calmed down and restored the former tranquility...

The surrounding area is as dark as ink, the flowing water is gurgling, and the collapsed and crushed rocks are piled up everywhere. Hongxuan lay quietly on the stone wall. For three months, Hongxuan has been patting Jiuyou prison one after another. He has long been exhausted. Now it is rare to rest for a while. With the help of a short rest, his pale face has recovered a little. The underground prison collapsed, and he was lucky enough to survive in a crack in the rocks, which had to be said to be a miracle.

After Hongxuan rested, he turned over and got up, bent his body, and carefully explored the surrounding situation. He didn't have much time, so he had to get out of the collapsed prison as soon as possible. Hongxuan's Jiuyang has no pulse, and he will die at the age of 22. Although with the help of the strange weapon of Gu Yue, the qi of the giant yang in his body has disappeared, it is still unknown whether he can continue to survive if he does not break through Wuzong at the age of 22. It's about life. Hongxuan can't afford to gamble. Only by successfully practicing to the realm of Wuzong before the age of 22 is the greatest guarantee of life. In four years, he has cultivated from an unknown ordinary man to a strong man of martial arts respected by everyone. The difficulty is self-evident. Without any secrets of martial arts, he can't practice for the time being. Only when Hongxuan leaves here as soon as possible can he practice martial arts and start his journey of martial arts.

Time! What Hongxuan lacks is time! A minute and a second is as precious as gold for him now. He can't afford to waste it. Only when he leaves the ground in the shortest time can he have the opportunity to practice martial arts, and he has the opportunity to get rid of the shackles of Jiuyang and continue to live.

Hongxuan searched around and found that there was also a half-meter-sized hole in the pile of rocks. Under the hole, there was a stench, and dark and dirty water flowed quietly, slowly sliding along the surrounding cliffs. There is a faint trace of deep cold under the hole, which is chilling and frightening.

As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, Hongxuan will make a hundredfold efforts, because so far only this hole has shown a glimmer of vitality. Hongxuan pinched his nose, resisted the sour smell, swung his body, and slowly drilled in along the hole. After a while, after a lot of tossing, Hongxuan successfully walked in the ditch. This is the drainage ditch of the Jiuyou prison. The stinking dirty water flows one by one like a river. The three-meter-wide underground river is sparsely scattered with some white skeletons. These people have obviously been dead for many years. The deep white cold bones revealed a trace of coldness. Hongxuan had never seen such scattered and discarded white bones, and he couldn't help but feel angry and a little afraid.

Move your steps, walk carefully in the river, and observe everything around you. It was extremely dark around, and there was almost no bright thing except a few faintly flickering crystal rays. With the help of the unknown crystal light, Hongxuan moved slowly, in a 100% spirit, staring at each other, paying attention to the surrounding environment.

"Oh~ah~"

A very melodious flute suddenly appeared in the quiet drainage channel. The sound of the flute was calm and gentle, like a hymn to comfort other people's hearts. The sound of the flute was melodious, the nine songs were melodious, and there were no lack of fluctuations between the ups and downs. The sound came into the ear, which made Hongxuan fascinated. As a scholar of Kyushu University, Hongxuan has a high knowledge. He knows the sound of the piano and hears witty words. The loneliness contained in the sound of the flute is difficult to escape his capture.

"A long-sighted bastard ran under this 10,000-meter fault and accompanied me, an immortal.

A vigorous and powerful old man's voice came slowly, like the suction of a magnet, deeply inhaling Hongxuan's heart. It has been thousands of years, and it is unforgettable in an instant.

"Is it hard to be an old and immortal monster after ten thousand years?"

Hongxuan was still immersed in the sound of the flute just now, thinking that there was a master lurking in it. Unexpectedly, this 'high man' was as dirty as himself, with no master demeanor.

"Kid, can't you find death? How dare you scold my immortal monster!"

After that, a powerful and fierce suction instantly wrapped Hongxuan's whole body. Under the guidance of this suction, Hongxuan couldn't help floating away and moving rapidly along a dry hole in the river. On the skin of the body, a looming atmosphere of heaven and earth is constantly entangled, and the Buddha is like a sharp barb, pulling the body to keep moving forward.

Under the shock of Hongxuan, in a moment, he had already entered an underground cave. The scene printed into his eyes makes Hongxuan unforgettable for the whole life!

A rickeose old man sat cross-legged, his limbs were locked with large hinges of unknown materials, and his shoulders and two bones were deeply hooked by two barbs. The other end of the hinge is connected with four giant swords, and each giant sword is engraved with scrolls, like a strange seal. The old man's hair is white, and his long beard is extremely white. His folded cheeks are full of the vicissitudes of the years, and a dark carrion on his left face destroys half of his face. Behind him is a dazzling purple sword, which is shining. In this lacquered black cave, it is full of light! The old man held a bone flute in both hands. The material of the bone flute was extremely ordinary, and it seemed to come from the scattered white bones in the river.

"Monster...!!"

Hongxuan was shocked. He was so scared that he jumped. He looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. His mind had already been short-circuited. He never thought that a person could continue to survive in such a state. Listening to his previous words, the number of years of survival seemed to exceed a miracle! In today's world, who can survive for ten thousand years, but this old man said, 'It's been ten thousand years'!

"The people who scolded me as a monster have become the food on my plate and meat in my stomach."

The white-haired old man looked at Hongxuan deeply. He couldn't help making a few hungry protests in his lower abdomen. He pinched the bone flute with his fingers and shook it casually. The bone flute shot out in an instant, like a sharp arrow, straight to the back stone wall. The bone flute seems to have eyes, obediently nailed to the middle of a head, and the forehead is upright!

"It turns out that the senior is a real person. The boy was rude just now, but I don't know it's not guilty. I'm naturally a timid person. Don't be surprised. If there is nothing else, I will... go first."

Hongxuan strongly supported his cheeks and made his smile more natural. He despised this white-haired old man in his heart. He was a perverted man who had been imprisoned for thousands of years. He was ugly, but he still wanted to live. Isn't it because he had a problem with those weak hearts? Previous life experience: It's better not to provoke such people. Thirty-six records, it's the best policy to go! In the face of an old monster who may have lived for ten thousand years, his personal safety is not guaranteed at all. If he accidentally provokes this unknown object, he may be no different from the white skull. He was hit in the head by a bone flute and nailed into a hole. Thinking of this, Hongxuan moved a few steps quietly behind his footsteps.

"It's fate to meet each other. How can such a white and tender little guy leave so easily?"