With the return of Chen Daojun, the black prison was shaken.

Cheers and screams burst into the sky and cracked the silk.

For the people in the Black Prison, Daojun is not only a prisoner, but also the only one who maintains the peace of the Black Prison - the patron saint.

In the central control room.

The silver-haired old man raised his hands and pressed down, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

"Immediately organize a team, follow me out of the black prison, and greet Dao Lord."

five minutes later.

A fast passage has been cleared from the ruins of the south gate of the Black Prison.

The mighty military convoy, like a long dragon, drove out of the black prison.

However.

When the silver-haired old man led everyone to approach Chen Daojun, he finally saw clearly the miserable state of Chen Daojun's body.

"parking!"

The silver-haired old man gave an order, and the mighty motorcade suddenly braked and came to an abrupt stop.

Almost as soon as the leading car stopped, the silver-haired old man opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"Everyone stay put!"

The silver-haired old man said something solemnly, and then ran towards Chen Daojun with staggering steps.

Looking at the silver-haired old man running towards him, Chen Daojun also stopped.

When the distance got closer, the silver-haired old man saw clearly the injuries all over Chen Daojun's body, and his solemn expression suddenly turned into panic.

So much so that the last few steps became difficult for the old man.

"W-what happened?"

The silver-haired old man walked up to Chen Daojun with difficulty, spread out his hands and supported Chen Daojun from the front. His old face was full of fear, and his lips were trembling: "Have you ever suffered such an injury before?"

fear!

The great fear!

Not only the silver-haired old man in front of him, but also the people in the convoy not far away looked frightened and silent at the moment.

In their hearts, Daojun represents the ceiling of martial arts.

Even if one person is suppressing a prison, he has never suffered such horrific injuries.

But now that Chen Daojun was covered in horrific injuries, the silver-haired old man and others instantly felt as if the ceiling had collapsed.

"What's the surprise?"

Chen Daojun smiled slightly: "Let's make arrangements immediately. This matter tonight will be classified as a top secret in the prison and must not be leaked, otherwise you will know the consequences."

The silver-haired old man's body trembled, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme.

as a result of?!

His narrowed pupils slowly scanned Chen Daojun up and down, and a chill ran straight from the soles of the silver-haired old man's feet to Tianling Gai.

The initial shock of the black prison and the fact that Chen Daojun took action to fight the old monk must not be concealed.

This cannot be set as the top secret of Black Hell.

What needs to be set as the top secret of the black prison is Chen Daojun's current state!

In the dark prison, dragons and tigers are entrenched. Because of Chen Daojun's pressure, the ten prison districts are peaceful.

If Chen Daojun's serious injury swept through the ten prison districts... then the sky in the black prison would completely collapse!

Thinking of the possible horrific scene, the silver-haired old man's face was as white as paper and his whole body was cold.

Immediately.

The silver-haired old man suddenly turned around and gave a stern order.

"Go back immediately, clear the south gate, and I will escort Dao Lord back to prison. You don't need to be escorted. In addition, you are not allowed to reveal anything about what you saw. Otherwise, one person will be guilty, and the nine tribes will sit together!"

The cold and stern voice was as sharp as a sword.

Under the howling wind and snowy night, it clearly fell on the ears of everyone in the convoy.

"As you command!"

Everyone in the convoy responded at the same time.

Soon, the mighty motorcade turned around and sped towards the Black Prison.

Only the silver-haired old man's lead car remained in place. After the convoy had traveled a certain distance, the silver-haired old man carefully helped Chen Daojun get into the car and drove towards the Black Prison.

This is also done to allow the team to attract everyone's attention and to minimize the possibility of Chen Daojun being seriously injured.

The military off-road vehicle galloped through the ice and snow, rolling up snow waves along the way.

Chen Daojun sat in the back seat silently, looking out the window at the retreating wind and snow, his eyes deep and his expression indifferent.

But the silver-haired old man sitting in the passenger seat couldn't help but said: "Master Dao... Forgive me, what happened to that old monk?"

Chen Daojun slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the silver-haired old man indifferently.

Looking at Chen Daojun, a strong sense of oppression made the silver-haired old man's expression become extremely embarrassing, as if there was a lump in his throat.

"Since you know it's presumptuous, you still ask?"

A cold, hoarse voice echoed inside the car.

The silver-haired old man hurriedly lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I was abrupt!"

…

The wind and snow are as sharp as a knife.

Cutting skin and biting bones.

It's an extremely cold night, and in the dark night, wisps of auroras stretch across the sky, which is so beautiful.

In the darkness, there was a figure staggering forward.

"Amitabha, Buddha bless, Buddha bless!"

Plop!

Master Kongkong fell into the snow, and the huge pain that swept through his body made him scream.

But Master Kongkong glanced back in fear. He didn't have time to stop, and endured the huge pain from the knife and axe, he managed to stand up and continued to stagger forward.

"It was just a little bit close. If the poor monk hadn't run so fast, he would have been buried in the far north today and took refuge in my Buddha!"

As he walked, Master Kongkong recalled the fear just now, his voice trembled violently, and he didn't know whether it was because of fear or the cold.

Plop!

With his feet empty, Master Kongkong staggered again and fell into the snow again.

He was extremely embarrassed, and no longer had the contemptuous momentum he had before.

He turned around in fear and looked into the darkness behind him. There was nothing but the howling wind and snow.

Master Kongkong let out a long breath: "Fortunately, we didn't chase him again."

Compared to the injuries all over his body, his words and deeds at this moment seemed to be more concerned about whether there was someone chasing behind him!

After reciting "Amitabha" vigorously, Master Kongkong stood up again.

After making sure that no one was chasing him, he was no longer as panicked as before, and his steps became more steady.

Step by step, he stepped heavily into the thick snow.

Every time his foot landed, the thick snow would almost engulf him above his knees.

"Chen Daojun, how much have you hidden? Why can't the poor monk still not find your upper limit after working hard for more than a hundred years?"

Every step he takes will involve huge pain all over his body, accompanied by the sound of gasping for air, but Master Kongkong seems to be in a daze, muttering one sentence all the time.

Darkness is like a tide.

The wind and snow are blowing to the bones.

The sound of the howling wind was like the cry of an evil ghost seeking life.

In the cold weather of the far north, the temperature is frighteningly low.

Although this place is connected to the Northern Territory outside the territory, the harshness of the climate is completely different!

The Black Prison has been impregnable in the Far North for many years.

Not only because of the tight security, but also because the weather in the far north is extremely cruel.

Even if someone wants to escape, if they are not sure whether they can get out of the Far North, their courage will disappear and they will be discouraged.

Buzz!

Qi energy rises from his feet and surrounds Master Kongkong.

Although this can't completely cut off the cold, it can alleviate it somewhat, which is better than nothing.

Master Kongkong rubbed his hands together and tightly wrapped his body into a monk's robe that was covered in blood and had become strips of cloth.

"Everything will be fine. My Buddha will bless you. Since this poor monk can go to this far north alone, he will definitely be able to leave alone!"

Master Kongkong dragged his tired and painful body and walked forward slowly. As he walked, he said angrily: "It's sloppy, it's sloppy. Without an airplane, the hope of getting out of this far north is extremely slim."

He came to the far north by chartered flight.

The plane was also waiting for his return at the agreed place.

But the battle with Chen Daojun completely disrupted his plan. Not only was he seriously injured, but after his defeat, he lost his way in the darkness because of the intense battle before.
Chapter completed!