The Demon Prison was long since cleared, and it was opened up from it, creating a large open space, locking more than a hundred people in one place.

This place has been empty for more than a month, but now it finally comes in handy.

Because of the glorious performance of these days, Feng Rugu received the most special care after being arrested.

All the meridians in his body were locked, and a bronze iron chain as thick as two fingers were tied to his neck, hanging on the black prison, and his limbs were arranged in a posture of dismembering the corpse, which was so grand. None of the Taoist sects who were also locked and imprisoned were treated like this.

But the only thing that is connected to the outside world is an iron gate that has cast the Nine-Level Yin Locking Technique, which is open at the easternmost end.

Feng Rugu was locked on the westernmost wall.

Dingyou visited the prison for the first time, through the crowded walls, through the eyes that were either sad, angry, hated, but powerless, and his spine was filled with a burst of pleasure that made people feel numb all over, making him unable to help but want to sing a song.

But after seeing the man beside the western wall, his joy was greatly reduced.

Seeing that he was coming, Feng Rugu neither cursed nor pretended to be noble, but just tilted his head to look at him with some research meaning.

Just as Ding You was about to speak, Feng Rugu asked with a smile: "Sect Master Ding is happy now?"

After being robbed, Ding You's sense of accomplishment suddenly became shattered.

Feng Rugu's words made him think back that Feng Rugu was not caught by him with his own hands, but threatened him in every way, forcing Feng Rugu to tie his hands and deliver it to his door.

Of course, this is a normal method, but when I think back, Ding You felt inferior and was not glorious anyway.

What's more, the person he caught looked down on him.

However, Dingyou is not in a hurry.

As far as he knows, the Taoist sects outside lost these big treasures, which was just a terrible moment.

He was worried and scared for these days, and he turned himself into others, and was willing to make these people more anxious. Therefore, he had plenty of time to tame these little lambs who believed that backbone could be eaten and life-saving.

Dingyou could see that Feng Rugu was their leader.

As long as you destroy him, disintegrate him, crush him to ashes, and step into dust, these boys will know at least.

Thinking of this, Ding You calmed down: "Is Feng Daojun satisfied with such a situation?"

Feng Rugu spit out a little grass on his mouth, shook the iron chain on his wrist, and said with a smile: "Oh, it's hard to refuse the kindness."

Ding You looked at his indifferent smile and immediately became angry.

The more Feng Rugu did this, the more he wanted to see this face twisted, painful and desperate.

Without any idea, when he had such thoughts, his face had already been slightly distorted before Feng Rugu: "When you stay here, the voices are noisy and the air is dirty, will Feng Daojun feel bored?"

Feng Rugu: "Sect Master Ding is so polite, do you hope that I will answer 'yes' or 'no'?"

Ding You hated Feng Ruyuan's self-righteous appearance, but he was choked by him again: "There are too many people here, and I, Ding You, don't want to raise so many useless idle people. Feng Daojun, I will give you a privilege. If you choose one, I will take him out and treat him well, and others will have a chance to survive. What do you think?"

Before Feng Rugu could speak, a young Taoist stood up suddenly: "Devil! You just want to provoke me to beg for my imperfection and virtue, and I can't control anyone else. Xiao will never ask you to get what you want! If you want one person, I will give you one!"

After saying that, he touched the pillar and blood splattered everywhere!

Several of the people who were familiar with him were mourning when they saw this tragic situation, but they were unwilling to show weakness in front of Ding. They held their breath and only made one or two different mourns while they were breathing.

Ding You was unmoved: "Since someone recommended himself, that's him."

After saying that, as soon as he raised his hand, two bloody disciples came into prison. They raised their heads and pulled their legs, lifted their legs out, and lifted the Xiaodao surnamed Xiao who was still slightly undulating on their chest.

Ding You grinned silently at Feng Ruguu, turned his head and went out.

After a while, a low whimper came from outside.

Gradually, the scream became stronger, turning into moans, and turning into wail.

They could hear that this was the voice of the fellow Taoist named Xiao who had just touched the pillar and was still alive.

But at this moment, his heart was fierce and he turned into a sharp but powerless insult: "If you have the surname Ding, you will die without a place to die. If you have the ability, please give me a pleasure--"

Obviously, Dingyou didn't give him what he wanted.

The insults also stopped. His spirit was in a heart-wrenching battle between heaven and man, leaving only his throat rolling and his gurgling pain.

It was not the sound he made, but the instinctive cry from his body.

After a clear sound of nails scratching the flesh, a shocking crying sound finally appeared in the sound of the sound: "I was wrong... I was wrong! You guys spare me! I will not practice Taoism anymore! OK, OK..."

The people in the prison heard such tragic sounds, and cold rice appeared on their backs, and they unconsciously spasmed and cramped.

How many people began to envy a fellow Taoist who was seriously injured and unconscious.

They at least saved this little spiritual pain.

After a while, Xiao Xiaodao shouted at his parents in his voice, walking in tune, and sharp and thin tones like nails scratching the wall, slashing straight from people's hearts.

Most of the people present were children, and the word "father and mother" aroused the fear in their hearts.

They love books, swords and swords, love justice and speak out, and love passion and blood boiling, just because they don’t know what death is.

At this moment, they were panicked without exception, trembling like malaria, looking at Feng Rugu: "Feng, Feng Daojun..."

Feng Rugu narrowed his eyes and looked down at a small stone on the ground: "Calm the sound."

"But he—"

"You know what Dingyou wants to see." Feng Rugu said, "Killing a chicken is nothing more than a warning to the monkey. I wish to be the monkey, even if I show off my face."

All the disciples here still have a bit of a young spirit. Even if they are afraid, they all force themselves to look brave and fearless when they hear this.

No one noticed that Feng Rugu clenched his fists, and his fingernails hid in his palms as if they were afraid of the cold, and clenched them tightly.

Unlike them, his hands were tied up and he could not block his ears. The scream was clearly clear and he could not fall into his ears.

Half an hour later, Dingyou returned and threw a skeleton back.

What is creepy is that the skeleton is still alive.

He moaned and moaned in blood, his voice sometimes high and sometimes low, like a bird whose hair was plucked and whose beak was cut off. Except for a throat, there was nothing else available on his body.

After another trip, Dingyou found with satisfaction that the paths could no longer glare at him, for fear of attracting his attention. His cheeks were uniformly glowing ashen or gray-green, which made people pleasing to the eye.

Finally, he focused on Feng Rugu's face.

What he didn't expect was that Feng Rugu looked at him with good eyes and a new grass was in his mouth. I don't know how long he had been staring at him like this.

Dingyou was quite uncomfortable when he saw him, and the joy of revenge was reduced by two or three points.

He turned his eyes again at the little little boys with a drooping head, and he was not happy: "Do you know what retribution is?"

No one answered.

At this time, they prefer to be intimidated monkeys rather than killed chickens.

When Dingyou saw that they were all obedient, half sad and angry, half happy, half flames, and half clear pools, they were fighting each other, making him feel so depressed that he breathed out his words.

"He can call his parents, but in this world, no parents can call me. We, you, are all born between heaven and earth. It's fine if we don't plan to do it, but don't make any plans. Do we have no parents?"

"My whole family is just cultivating the mind. They live in the mountains and have never harmed you at all. But when your Taoist sect killed my parents and my younger brother, how could you forgive me?! At that time, have you ever thought about today?"

Ding You said sinisterly: "I haven't had the rest of my life for a long time, but you still have it. So I can make sure to make a profit in this business."

Those disciples were at a disadvantage and were pointed at the nose and turned up old accounts. After hearing Ding You counted that he was full of grievances and felt resentful, they all felt ashamed.

When Dingyou exhaled turbid air and felt relieved, he suddenly heard Feng Ruyuan and said, "It seems that Master Ding will revenge if he has any grudges, and he does not believe in the 'when will the revenge be revenged'."

Ding You glanced at Feng Rugu, and the bump in his chest appeared again: "That's true. Why, what's the high argument about Feng Daojun?"

"There is no high theory, I just think you are very good and wonderful. In this matter, I have the same thoughts as Master Ding." Feng Rugu said, "At the end of the day, you killed 12 fellow Taoists in total, and they will destroy their second half of their lives. One day, I will also take revenge. At that time, I will remember to kill the weeds."

Ding You's face became ferocious, and he quickly walked to Feng Rugu, squatted down, and asked softly: "Mr. Feng Daojun, are you looking for death?"

Everyone present was sweating coldly for Feng Rugu.

Feng Rugu's next move made people feel even more shocked.

Because the Demon Dao was really afraid of this person's ability to ghosts and gods, in order to make sure he was able to peel off his body, leaving only a set of snow-white underwear, and even his shoes were stripped away.

Feng Rugu's spiritual vein was sealed, and his current strength was not as strong as a cat.

But he lifted up his snow-white barefoot and jingled chains, and stepped on Dingyou's shoulder without fear.

"It's not about seeking death." Feng Rugu blinked his eyes, "You can't bear to kill me, it's useless for you to keep me."

The demon-cultivating person present, seeing this person so presumptuous, was stunned and cursed in his heart: This monster!

Dingyou almost got out of the way in one breath.

He really couldn't imagine that when he arrived in such a field, Feng Rugu still did not change his color!

But Ding You had to admit that Feng Rugu was right.

He is a bargaining chip that is so easy to use that he dare not kill Dingyou.

However, such thoughts were exposed in public, so Dingyou could not be angry and embarrassed.

"Yes." Ding You simply admitted, "You, I don't plan to kill you, but there are still too many people in this prison."

The small paths looked at the skeletons that were still rolling on the ground, and felt a suffocating pain.

These expressions greatly pleased Dingyou, causing him to extinguish his heart fire, and he could even negotiate with Feng Rugu in a calm state: "This matter is not undiscussed. However, it depends on whether Feng Daojun is willing to sacrifice."

Feng Rugu nodded: "Let's talk about it."
To be continued...