After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

The clavicle was pierced by two secret diamond locks, and the blood from the wound formed a scab and adhered firmly to the diamond locks.

Every rise and fall of his thin chest seemed to be accompanied by a slight tremor.

Following the faint light, she saw the only intact, clean face, a frightening expression that was hard to ignore with every breath...

In the dim and damp dungeon, there was only a flickering oil lamp that was about to go out at any time.

The flickering light accompanied the man who was hanging high in the air with one bare foot dangling from his clothes.

His black hair cascaded down, covering most of his face.

Even though his body was covered in blood and his clothes were tattered...

But all these make it impossible to ignore his existence.

The disciple on guard took a look inside through the small window at the door, then turned around and continued patrolling the underground palace with his companions.

The two of them gradually walked away, accompanied by the sound of conversation: "Who is in here? That aura looks really..."

"Righteous and dignified, right?" His older companion completed the sentence for him with understanding.

Sure enough, the young disciple confirmed: "Yes! He is indeed righteous and awe-inspiring, and he doesn't look like some unforgivable evildoer."

The older one nudged him with his elbow and lowered his voice, "This is our headmaster's master. He has his reasons for being imprisoned here. Don't be too curious!"

"You've just entered the sect and don't know the taboos. Remember not to mention the person inside outside, okay?"

The young disciple's childish face showed a trace of astonishment, and he also whispered: "Brother, tell me about it!"

"If this is the master of the sect leader, wouldn't he be... of the same generation as the current elders at the peak?"

"Why was he imprisoned in this underground palace, which is used to suppress the most heinous monsters and only allows people to enter but not leave?"

The older brother covered his mouth and whispered, "Let's talk about it when we get back to our place!"

"Now follow me! Don't say another word about this, understand?"

The sound of their footsteps became increasingly inaudible as their pace quickened.

……

The oil lamp in the cell went out with a puff!

The chest that had been trembling and rising finally became completely still.

The dark and enclosed cell was as silent as death. The faint breathing sound that was about to break off...completely disappeared.

The chief clerk who was in charge of the life tablets of the entire sect suddenly heard a crisp sound of gold and jade breaking.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong and immediately rushed into the warehouse where the fate cards were kept to check.

However, after searching through the life plates of all the disciples, masters, elders and even the master, he found nothing.

I can only turn my gaze to the brocade box that was locked by the headmaster himself!

He once again scanned all the displayed fate cards and sighed after confirming that they were correct.

He grabbed a locked black wooden box with several restrictions and placed it behind the plaque and on the beam.

With a flash, he flew out of the palace on his sword and headed towards the meeting hall on the main peak.

"Master! I have something urgent to report. Please forgive me for rushing in with my sword." The chief clerk didn't care about the rule that flying swords was not allowed on the main peak. He rushed to the door of the meeting hall and barely stopped, then ran into the hall.

The wooden box in my hand really felt like it was on fire...it was so hot!

The young man sitting in the main seat had an immortal look, with a lingering sharpness between his eyebrows; he was Ling Feng, the head of the Zichen Sword Sect.

As the headmaster of this generation, none of his disciples, young or old, dared to disobey him.

Fortunately, Ling Fengxianjun was in a good mood today, and he said softly: "Nothing, go ahead."

Seeing the chief clerk directly present the black wooden box, Ling Fengxianjun's originally calm voice was filled with a hint of ice: "What do you mean? Bringing this here for no reason is conspicuous."

The chief clerk was also in a dilemma. Under the increasingly intense pressure, he closed his eyes and almost shouted, "Second Brother! Master's life tablet is broken!"

"Heh..." Ling Feng Immortal Lord sneered, "Five hundred years ago, you tried to take him out of the Wuling Underground Palace and put him under guard. I stripped you of your position as Peak Master."

"Three hundred years ago, you wanted to give him medicine to help him regenerate his immortal bones and resume his cultivation. I demoted you to the position of Chief Registrar, to guard the Life Plate."

"Tell me... What do you want to do this time? You don't even want to be the chief clerk anymore?"

The chief clerk was so overwhelmed by the pressure that he could hardly breathe, but the crisp sound of the gold and jade breaking just now was definitely unmistakable!

He bit his tongue and forced himself to speak: "Second Brother, I don't have any plans."

“It’s just that all the other life tablets in the hall are intact, but the sound of gold and jade breaking echoes throughout the life tablet hall.”

"If you don't believe me, you can open the box and check, or call the disciple on duty at the Fate Hall to ask."

"Humph!"

Immortal Lord Ling Feng grabbed the black wooden box from the air and waved it lightly. The restrictions that were shining with golden light turned into ashes and dissipated.

Just point your slender fingers at the lock and the box will open automatically.

Where are the fate cards in there?

Just a box of broken gold and jade fragments...

The chief clerk used his sword to force himself to stand up and looked into the box. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and he fell straight down.

"How can it be!"

Ling Fengxianjun completely lost his previous calmness and became furious: "It must be a trick of yours!"

"Even though his immortal bones were taken away, his icy immortal veins... how can he die just like that? Liar!"

As soon as the thought came to his mind, magic flashed by. Where was the Immortal Lord Ling Feng in the meeting hall?

In the dim underground palace of monsters, the prison door that had been sealed for three hundred years opened again. Immortal Lord Ling Feng couldn't help but breathe more lightly and pricked up his ears.

But it’s been a quarter of an hour...

In the dark cell...

As if there were no living things...

"Master, your disciple is here to see you? Are you happy?" Ling Feng broke the silence and said with a fake smile towards the wall where the person was hanging.

It turns out that no matter how he treats him.

Be it cutting off his feet, disfiguring his face, or even extracting his immortal bones three hundred years ago to prolong the life of his direct disciple.

Whenever Ling Feng came, his master would always look up at him and pretend to be nonchalant, calling him "Fuyi".

But this time, the man in front of him, who was like an indestructible cockroach, did not move at all.

Immortal Lord Ling Feng snapped his fingers and the brazier in the cell was reignited.

The small cell finally became clear. The tables, chairs, and torture instruments were still the same as when he left three hundred years ago; even the dried-up bowl of water on the table was still in its place on the edge of the table, about to fall off.

But the life lamp on the table stopped flapping...

There is no trace of Mars...

Ling Feng used his finger as a sword and slashed at the two chains connecting the Vajra Lock. The person hanging on the wall fell straight down like a rag curtain.

Ling Feng was about to run forward with his left foot, but his right foot stopped the momentum.

He heard his own cold voice with a hint of command: "Get up!"

The long hair was slowly soaked by the sewage in the dungeon, spreading out like a snake along the water...

But that face landing hard on the ground, that knee bent at an odd angle...

The man he had hated for a thousand years seemed to be kneeling down for a long time, with his head on the ground, not moving at all.

The panic in Immortal Lord Ling Feng's eyes could not be concealed, and he quickly came to the kneeling person with his floor-length robe.

With trembling hands, he turned the person over...

The right half of his face, which had been clean and intact just now, was now covered in blood and flesh after hitting the ground when he fell. The left side was covered with scars and the empty eye sockets looked like a demon.

"Impossible...Everyone can die, how can you die?"

"The Bingche Immortal Vein is endless, there is no way you can die!"

……

The only sound in the entire cell was Ling Feng's trembling murmur.