From the moment he stepped into the hall, Yu Ling knew that what was waiting for him would definitely not be something good.

Instead of waiting for the enemy to attack suddenly, it is better to provoke these demons and monsters first, so his tone from the beginning showed that he would never give in.

What he wants is to anger these princes. For others, the frontline battlefield is frightening, but for Yu Ling, it is not a big problem. The more the other party wants to throw him into the depths of the void to fight alone, the more useless it is for Yu Ling.

bondage.

However, the final result was different from Yu Ling's imagination. General Ping did not have a fit on the spot, but calmly (at least that's what it seemed) made a three-part agreement with him. Even though this was an unexpected thing, Yu Ling

I think these three terms are very good.

Even though the last line contained a hidden trap, it actually played into his hands.

"I agree." Yu Ling pondered for a moment and then nodded.

"That's very good." Ping Dannao's expression showed no depth: "Now you can make your own arrangements."

Yu Ling glanced at the people in the hall and found that none of them had any intention of getting up and leaving. It seemed that they would continue to stay here to discuss some things.

He calmly left behind a trace of his soul thoughts, and then said goodbye to Pingdan Nao without being humble or arrogant.

After Yu Ling left, everyone was silent for another two minutes. Finally, a man in gray broke the silence: "Let me make it clear that what happened last time was definitely not a mistake by my master, but something strange about Wen Wei."

Ming Zhitong couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Yeah, how could Grandmaster Tiancheng miss? It's just that Wen Wei is so powerful that he can actually escape from the Demon Suppression Tower."

The man in gray frowned and said coldly: "Let me make it clear again that what my master sent Wen Wei to was not the Demon Suppression Tower, but the chaotic space outside the tower. He wanted to go to the Demon Suppression Tower from that space.

It is extremely difficult, let alone escaping from the Demon Suppression Tower. I have every reason to suspect that Wen Wei is a master of space magic."

"How can you be higher than Grandmaster Wei?" Ming Zhitong sneered.

"That is impossible, but don't forget, according to the news from Huayun Valley, an old demon ran out of their Demon Suppression Tower some time ago, named Zhu Yuandao. I believe many people know this name

, this person’s experience is very legendary. He first became a traitor in Huayun Valley for some reason, and then defected to the Fire Refining Sect to practice the Heavenly Fire Art. His strength increased instead of decreasing, and was finally suppressed by a certain generation leader of Xuefeng himself and sent to

The Demon Suppressing Tower has been sealed for so many years," the man in gray said.

"You mean, when the old demon broke through the seal, Wen Wei also took the opportunity to slip out? Isn't this a bit ridiculous?" someone questioned.

"This is the only explanation." The man in gray said expressionlessly.

Ping Dannao and others argued for a while, and then he said, "Let's deal with him according to the standards of Zhiweijing."

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, feeling that Ping Dannao was making a fuss out of a molehill, but thinking that he failed to kill Wen Wei several times, this could not be explained by the other party's good luck. Being cautious is not a bad thing.

Ping Dannao's confidants concluded: "The target is the Zhiwei Realm, the Dao Enlightenment Realm, with the powerful formation flag presented by the formation emperor, and the ability to deploy formations that threaten the top masters of Hedao. We are now starting to formulate a plan."

Everyone suddenly felt that they were all confused. How could a young cultivator at the Enlightenment level actually make their circle of Hedao masters helpless? Even if they were to kill a cultivator of the same level, they would not find it so difficult.

"I don't think conventional means can kill him with 100% certainty."

Duke Ruiya, on behalf of Fu Li, suddenly raised his head, with a cold and sinister light flashing in his eyes: "Such a freak can threaten us now. Once he reaches the Hedao realm, who else can cure him? Our true Dao

It is impossible for a powerful person to take action easily, but now... there is a God-given opportunity."

The representative of Tianshang Gong said noncommittally: "The chaotic creatures in the True Dao Realm are not under our control."

"Because it is uncontrollable, neither the royal family nor the senior formation emperors can find fault with us." Fu Li smiled solemnly: "We don't know when that chaotic creature will come to attack, but we can wait and wait.

Until it appears, the eighth battalion is ours anyway. As long as we don't tell Wen Wei about the chaotic creatures in the True Dao Realm and trick him into going to that battlefield, he will definitely die."

"You guys can formulate a specific plan. I only want one result." Ping Dannao said calmly, as if he had no interest in this kind of conspiracy, and walked straight out of the hall.

But the moment he stepped out of the threshold, Ping Dannao suddenly turned back and glanced at the vermilion column in the room, showing a thoughtful expression.

At this moment, Yu Ling, who was several kilometers away, couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, and immediately dissipated that ray of soul thought.

But...it's very strange. Ping Dannao is just a pure Qi practitioner at the peak of Hedao, and has not practiced other systems. It stands to reason that Yu Ling is so careful to hide it, there is no way he can find any clues.

Cai Ye's reminder came to Yu Ling's mind again. He originally thought he understood what the other party meant, which was to let him be careful about this princes' base camp, but now it seems that the water in the eighth camp seems to be deeper.

Then let the storm come more violently.

Yu Ling returned to his residence, took out the spar carrying Shuohun's thoughts, and quietly waited for the news from his side.

After all, the slave camp has a barrier set up by Grandmaster Tiancheng. It is impossible for Yu Ling to force his way in, but there is no need for him to force his way in, because Li Hengwang should have a token of passage.

Yu Ling only needs to find a suitable moment to sneak in, and for the rest, he doesn't need anyone's help.

…

Lower space, West Pole hell.

The dark cave is filled with a disgusting stench, which is the rotten smell produced after corpses have been piled up for too long. There are toxic particles suspended in the air, and the dark red soil under the feet is sticky and greasy, like some kind of corpse.

The epidermis of molluscs.

People living here will not only accelerate aging, but also be soaked in toxins from head to toe. At least they will be covered in sores and their appearance will be distorted. At worst, their skin will be rotten and their five senses will be sluggish. They will be as terrifying as the living dead, and they will even turn into

A monster that has lost its mind.

But the most terrifying thing is the mental depression and despair. There is no end to this mechanical life day after day, and the only end leads to the abyss of death. But before they are drained of their use value, the slaves don’t even want to die.

Can't die.

"Hurry up, hurry up! What a bunch of dogs. Son of a bitch, I insist on shouting over and over again, how many days have passed, is it so hard to skin a fog wolf? Now I still have a thousand left.

Just! Worse than a pig!"

A domineering man in fine clothes swung out the black whip with barbs in his hand, and slapped a young slave on the back. He screamed and fell to the ground, with blood dripping from his back.

It looks like it has been bitten and torn by a monster, and you can even see white bones.

What's even more terrifying is that strands of black filaments are still swimming in the flesh and blood of the young slave. He whines and twitches, and his face turns pale for a moment until those shiny black strands snake out from his bone marrow.

, the well-dressed man opened his mouth to inhale it intoxicatedly, and the latter's face suddenly glowed, as if he was ten years younger.

It was as if the other slaves didn't see such a gruesome scene, and just repeated the work at hand numbly and mechanically, without even raising their heads.

"Trash! I see that each of you wants to be whipped!" the man in the suit said in a sinister tone.

The slaves trembled, desperately squeezing out every ounce of spiritual power, and forcibly speeding up their work, for fear of being spotted by the men in costumes.

"I'll give you two more days! If I can't finish it, I'll take you to feed those vicious beasts!" The man in the suit snorted coldly, put away his whip, and rushed to the next factory.

The people here are responsible for refining a common energy-based chaotic creature - the Chaos Spirit. It looks like an oval yellow eggshell with different sizes. It usually emits a faint shimmer. When it is

When the light flashes very quickly, it means it is about to attack.

Since the energy conversion degree of the kuling is relatively high, but it is not easy to kill, cultivators often seal it and bring it back. The refining of a kuling at the enlightenment level is almost equivalent to the spirits of twenty spiritual beasts of the same realm.

Crystal energy. However, this also depends on the level of the refiner. If the refinement is refined enough, the purified energy will be even richer.

Towards such a capable slave, the man in fine clothing would have a gentler attitude. After all, the better the performance of his subordinates, the more rewards he would receive.

"How much have you refined today?" The man in the suit walked straight to the southwest corner of the cave, where a spiritual furnace was burning, exuding a clean and pure spiritual energy, as if even the dirty air around him had been purified.

Quite a few, which made him take a deep breath.

"Sir, there are currently 465 in total." A middle-aged man with a square face replied tiredly.

"It's not enough! It's best to refine six hundred in one day!" The man in the suit said coldly, but he didn't pull out the black whip, which showed that he was actually very satisfied with the result.

"Yes, sir."

"Work hard and don't be lazy!" the man in the well-dressed stern words was said, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, a short and thin old man suddenly scurried up to him and said with a flattering smile: "Sir, there's another delivery coming from outside.
Chapter completed!