"Bang!"

Zhaoming was thrown into a huge dark iron cage, with mysterious light flashing on the iron cage and array patterns emerging. This is not an ordinary iron cage, but a magic weapon specially refined to lock people up.

The injuries on his body have stopped deteriorating and are recovering, but they have not yet woken up and are lying motionless on the ground, like a dead body.

As the last survivor of that battle, there was no glory and shouting of the winner, nor a generous reward. He just got the right to live for the time being. As for whether he would die due to his serious injury, no one cared about it.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhaoming finally slowly woke up in a slight moan.

After practicing the furnace body refining **, as long as the Zifu is not injured, the head will not be cut off, and other injuries to the body are basically irrelevant. However, the situation in his body is still as chaotic as before, and there is no sign of recovery.

The true qi was rioted, and the meridians were twisted, as if someone was holding his meridians and twisting constantly, and it was in great pain. In addition, the true qi turned into the power of Samadhi True Fire, and the pain of the fiery fire burning the body was still there, and it worked together, making him unable to move at all and could only bear it.

Such severe pain made Zhaoming feel that his life was hanging on a silk thread. As long as his will is a little relaxed, the silk thread will break, and the soul will release its body and fly into the eternal emptiness because it cannot bear it.

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard a heavy inhalation. Zhaoming began to breathe slightly. He finally defeated the pain and calmed down again.

His body was still unable to move, but it did not prevent him from checking the situation around him.

This is a cell built underground. I don’t know how many of the same iron cages are everywhere, and there are a large number of cultivators in each iron cage. Heavenly immortals, Xuanxian, Jinxian, Daluo Jinxian, and cages can be seen. There are even many Taiyi Jinxian.

What is this? Zhaoming wanted to ask, but couldn't speak. He only remembered that before he lost consciousness, he saw a large number of immortals, demons, monsters, and countless witch clans watching.

Where is that? Is it an hallucination or something that has actually happened? How could I get here? Where is this... Questions arise in my mind, and he feels breathless.

He didn't know the answer, but he knew something. Now he must have arrived in a very dangerous place again.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through my heart and slowly recovered.

After a long time, the situation in my body finally improved, and my limbs slowly recovered. I struggled and leaned against the cage, and finally got up slowly.

"ah!"

He grabbed the iron pillar of the cage with both hands and tried his best to urge the power to destroy it, but found that it was useless. Not to mention bending, the iron pillar did not even show signs of trembling.

Sit on the ground, gasping for breath, took out a few pills and threw them into his mouth, and after the internal injuries recovered, he started to try again.

Mobilize the true energy in the body, roast it with the true fire of Samadhi, wave your fist and knock it out with a sun fist.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the iron pillar trembled slightly. It would immediately return to normal. When you touch it with your hands, you found that the Samadhi True Fire was useless. After being scorched for a long time, it was still cold here.

His attack was useless, and this situation made Zhaoming feel sank, and an indescribable sense of panic began to appear in his heart.

Everything in front of him reminded him of the life of the demon clan and the days he was locked in Wudao, so dark and there was no hope.

No, never go back to such a life.

A voice was shouting in his heart, and Zhaoming suddenly stood up and attacked the iron cage as if he was crazy. He was about to go out, but he still had too many things to do. How could he be locked up here?

The body is like a mysterious weapon, with iron fists bombarding, and the "bang bang" sounds echoing in this huge underground prison.

Many monks in the prison looked over, with a hint of indifference and even empty eyes.

The spirit that was ashen made Zhaoming feel cold. From Taiyi Jinxian to Tianxian, they were like walking corpses, without any divine light, as if they were numb enough to care about anything.

There were a few eyes that were not dead, but it had a mocking meaning, as if mocking Zhao Ming's actions at this moment and mocking him for his futile actions.

Where is this? Where is this?

Zhaoming's heart was trembling, and he knew that he could only wave his fist desperately to smash the iron cage and get out.

"Don't waste your energy!"

After a long time, an old voice came from behind. It suddenly came, and Zhaoming was so scared that he immediately turned around, leaning against the iron pillar, breathing trembling, and looking alert.

The direction of the sound came, and he couldn't see anything, which made him feel even more panicked. I don't know if it was because his injuries had not healed or because of his shock, but his limbs felt soft.

"This is a magic weapon refined by the great witch of the witch clan. The top sub-saints are tricky even if the sub-saint is locked up, let alone you are just in the Xuanxian realm."

Zhaoming's heart was even more chilling because of the top sub-saint's methods. He had just entered the realm of Xuanxian, so how could he get rid of it?

After the sound stopped, it did not sound again. Zhaoming waited for a moment, condensed a ball of flame and threw it towards that direction.

In the fire, I finally saw the situation inside clearly. The iron cage was covered with iron pillars on three sides, and one was a stone wall. There were array patterns flowing on the stone wall, like steel, and it was obviously specially refined, and the hardness was even greater than that of the iron pillar.

In front of the stone wall, a figure sat cross-legged. His face was old and his hair was dirty and messy. There were a lot of green and fuzzy things on his body, not hair, but mossy things. At first glance, it seemed to be integrated with the stone wall behind him. No wonder Zhaoming could not detect it.

The decay made Zhaoming feel like this, which is indescribable.

"Who are you?" Zhaoming asked softly.

The old man said lightly: "It doesn't matter who I am!"

He shook his head gently: "When you get here, no matter who it is, it makes no sense."

While shaking his head, mud moss was shaken off from his head. Zhaoming suddenly saw two huge scars on the other person's head. What kind of force should be affected by the scar, and it cannot be restored. At first glance, there was a erosion, with black and green pus and blood flowing. From a distance, it seemed that you could smell the stench that hit you in your face.

This old man is extremely powerful. Although he can't feel the majestic aura, Zhaoming's intuition tells him that this is a strong man who will never be worse than General Ragnar.

Unfortunately, I don’t know what I suffered, but I turned out to be like this.

Zhaoming gasped for a few seconds, hesitated for a while, and finally asked, "Where is this?"

The old man sighed softly and said.
Chapter completed!