Suddenly Wang Zhe stopped.

There was actually a dungeon in front of him, with iron doors one after another. Wang Zhe walked to a cell door and looked inside through the iron windows.

I saw a man tied to the wall. The flesh and blood on the left half of his body was gone, and only the bones were left. The remaining flesh and blood of the normal body had also rotted away, and there were still some maggots crawling on it.

He walked to another cell, where a man's stomach was broken open, and strange vines grew out of his stomach.

The man in the other cell had no limbs and only his upper body was left.

...

This cell leads all the way to the depths. There are an unknown number of cells, and there are more than one floor. There seem to be many more floors going down.

"Such cruelty!"

divine foot power,

Wang Zhe used his magical power,

The body moves rapidly in this dungeon,

Kakaka, the doors of every old house are opened,

Bang bang bang, all the chains that trapped those people were shattered and cut off,

Some people are dying, some are worse off than dead, but there are still some people who are breathing a sigh of relief and full of anger.

They thought they would die miserably here, but they didn't expect that someone would come to save them.

They are not afraid of death, but they are not willing to suffer such endless torture to death. They hope to find someone to support them and kill a few damn evil cultivators of the Jiuyou Sect before they die.

Now the opportunity has come,

Immediately afterwards, a series of shrill screams sounded in the dungeon.

The dungeon that had never had trouble for hundreds of years had a big problem today.

A group of monks responsible for guarding the cell hurriedly gathered around. Some of them met Wang Zhe,

Wang Zhe simply waved his palms and raised his fingers to point.

Blazing Sun Palm,

Buddha pointed his finger,

If you touch it, you will die; if you touch it, you will die.

Along the way, a person either exploded directly, or hit the wall and fell into a pulp.

No matter whether they are ordinary monks or those monks embroidered with silver or gold threads, no one is his enemy.

"Who is this?"

A monk who looked like an iron tower blocked the road in front of Wang Zhe.

Wang Zhe raised his hand a little,

With a pop, his head exploded, like a watermelon smashed by a wooden stick, and the headless body fell down,

In a cave, in a separate room,

An old man wearing a black robe with flames embroidered on the sleeves held a writing brush in his hand.

He was painting, but instead of using ink, he was using bright red blood. If you look closely, the blood seemed to be steaming.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

"What's going on?" He put down the brush in his hand.

"Elder, someone broke into the prison and killed many disciples of the sect."

"What, how brave!" The old man shouted after hearing this, and then he rushed out, turned into a ray of fire, and headed directly towards the prison.

At this time, the elder in the Jiuyou Sect's main altar was already bleeding like a river, with dead bodies everywhere.

Some of these corpses are the Jiuyou Sect monks who were guarding them, and some are prisoners who escaped from the prison.

The fighting continues,

Suddenly a ball of fire rushed over, and it suddenly reached the side of a monk who had just escaped from the dungeon. He raised his hand and slapped his head, blowing his head off, followed by blazing flames.

It burned up and burned him to ashes.

He charged all the way, killing everyone he saw. He was so ruthless that he even killed the disciples of the Jiuyou Sect who were blocking his way.

At this time, Wang Zhe had reached the lowest level of the dungeon. It was freezing and he was actually soaking in the cold underground water.

There are a total of nine cells in the cold water. The outside of each cell is engraved with talismans, and the cell doors are made of cold iron.

Because the cells held in these cells are all high-level monks,

These prison doors are extremely hard, but they are more than mentioned in front of Wang Zhe.

Peng, he slapped it away with his palm and saw the first imprisoned adult, an old Taoist with steel needles all over his body and even several on his head.

This old man's whole body was immersed in water, and he was still alive.

Wang Zhe raised his hand for a moment, and the water around him suddenly surged out.

The old Taoist opened his eyes and looked at Wang Zhe.

"Who are you?"

Wang Zhe didn't say anything. He raised his hand and grabbed it, and whoosh, all the steel needles that had pierced Lao Dao's body flew out, except for the few on top of his head that he didn't move.

Hiss, hoo,

The old man took a deep breath, his eyes were blood red.

The steel needles that pierced his head came out slowly one by one, and swished into the surrounding rocks.

"I, Hong Xiaotian, if I can get out alive this time, I owe you my life!"

"Wang Zhe." After announcing his identity, Wang Zhe threw him a bottle of elixir.

Then he turned around and continued to the nearby cells.

There was black light flowing behind him. Under the innate five-element magical power, all the water flow dispersed to make way for him, as if the subjects saw the emperor.

Not long after, he released all the people in these cells. There were only six people, and three of the cells were empty.

Although these six people were tortured for an unknown length of time, their aura quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye after they came out, because each of them had taken pills.

The elixir provided by Wang Zhe,

He killed so many evil people and accumulated countless pills.

Um,

Suddenly Wang Zhe felt a gloomy wave coming from deeper underground.

Is there anything else down there?

Wang Zhe raised his hand and touched his foot. With a kacha sound, the ground broke open. The cracks kept thinking about the underground eyes. The cold water rushed down along the cracks.

With a roar, a big hole opened in the ground, a red light flashed, and a sound like a ghost crying or a wolf howling rushed out from the ground, followed by a pungent smell of blood.

Wang Zhe took a closer look and found that the depths below the dungeon were actually a sea of ​​blood!

This is,

Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood?!

Wang Zhe's figure flashed to the west and stood in mid-air,

This is a very vast underground space. There is nothing else in the underground space, only a lake, a bloody lake.

"How many people had to be killed for such a big lake, and how long did it take to accumulate it?!" Wang Zhe was stunned.

Woo, it seemed that I could feel the breath of a living being. The blood lake started churning, and then there was a huge suction force.

Wang Zhe was only briefly frightened, and then became angry, full of anger.

The flames burned from his body. At this moment, his magic power was released without reservation, with earth-shattering pressure and earth-shattering flames.

Burn mountains and rivers!

Burn thousands of mountains, boil hundreds of rivers,

He will burn this blood lake dry today!
Chapter completed!