The purple air in the thunder tunnel is misty and floating.

The three-color light gates of aqua blue, forest green, and dark black stand in rows. From time to time, purple electric arcs pass through the sky and wind toward the distance.

Ye Xing stepped forward from the green light door of the forest, heading straight towards the dark black light door in front of him.

As we continue to move forward, the pressure of heaven and earth in the tunnel continues to increase.

I remember that when I first entered the Xiantian Realm, I spent a lot of effort and was almost dead from exhaustion just to get here. Now, Ye Xing has entered the Holy Realm level, so this pressure is nothing.

Every time he entered the Black Prison of Silence before, Ye Xing would always feel uneasy and full of worries. Now standing in front of this dark door of light, his heart was as calm as water, motionless.

When you are weak, you naturally have a lot of things to fear. When you become strong, standing at the same height, you will find that your mood is completely different.

Nowadays, let alone this black prison, even if facing the mysterious Holy Lord, even if he cannot defeat him, Ye Xing already has the means to protect himself.

"The war is about to begin, and the real chaos will come in the Wulin Continent next! Success will lead to new life, and failure will -"

Ye Xing looked deeply, sighed quietly, and stepped into the dark light door.

If the old devil and others can be rescued, there is no doubt that the Wulin Continent will win a chance to make a comeback. If it wins and the Holy Lord is driven away, then the creatures on the Wulin Continent will be truly reborn and will not need to be slaughtered or killed.

After being sacrificed, it won't take long for martial arts to return to the prosperity it had when the Hundred Saints sang in unison thousands of years ago.

At that time, the road to heaven will be opened, the weak will cultivate to become strong, and the strong will cultivate to become the strongest, and then embark on the vast and boundless journey to heaven.

However, if it is defeated again like it was a thousand years ago, then the Wulin Continent is likely to collapse and completely lose its autonomy. The weak will be slaughtered, the strong will be enslaved, and the entire continent will become the personal property of the Holy Lord.

Success or failure depended on this, a heavy sense of responsibility fell, and Ye Xing felt that the pressure in his heart suddenly became great.

There was darkness all around, as if he had traveled through endless time and space, and there was a wave of space fluctuations around him. The next moment, Ye Xing appeared in the No. 1 dungeon of the Silent Black Prison.

The black stone floor, black stone walls, black stone roof, and the endless black mist surging all around constitute this eerie and silent prison.

In front of him was an iron prison made of tens of thousands of years of cold iron. The iron chains in the cold iron prison began to clank. The old devil Ren Tianxie slowly raised his head with his hair disheveled, and looked at Ye Xing directly in front of him, with a slight expression on his face.

He was stunned for a moment, and then his turbid eyes showed endless sharpness, "Hahaha, your kid has finally become a saint, finally he has become a saint..."

"It has been more than a thousand years, more than a thousand years. I originally thought there was no hope in this life, but I didn't expect that there is no end to the road. The waiting dawn has finally arrived! Elsie, Wulin Continent will never give you any hope.

If you give in, I will drive you out of this world!"

The old devil Ren Tianxie laughed loudly, his eyes wet with tears as he laughed.

The invasion of foreign enemies, the Millennium Holy War, and the flames of war everywhere. The battle has entered a fever pitch. At the critical moment, he was plotted by a traitor. His hometown was occupied and enslaved by others, and he himself was imprisoned in a black prison for a thousand years. Ye Xing naturally understood these saints.

The pain in the hearts of our seniors.

There was no energy at all in this black prison. The long years not only devoured his energy, but also continuously eroded their will. They even felt desperate.

You must know that the four of them can be said to be the four strongest among the saints in the Wulin Continent. The Holy Lord is naturally reluctant to kill them. Although he cannot enslave souls for the time being, he can slowly wear away their will resistance over time.

The willpower that can block the erosion of a thousand years of time is already extremely terrifying. But even if it can block the silence of a thousand years, what about two thousand years...

The road ahead can be said to be endless despair. Fortunately, the appearance of Ye Xing a few years ago brought a glimmer of dawn to this desperate darkness.

Now this ray of dawn continues to grow and has illuminated the road ahead of them.

"Senior, let me wait a moment, I will rescue you right now!"

Ye Xing muttered. Then with a 'clang' sound, he pulled out the Nether Light Sword from behind. With the operation of the sharp edge law, the dark blade of the Nether Light Sword suddenly lit up with a golden edge.

"call out!"

The sword roared in waves, sweeping away thousands of troops with one move. With a soft sound of "chi", the sharp sword blade broke three cold iron pillars in a row.

Ye Xing swung the Nether Light Sword again, swung it twice in succession, and finally broke through the iron fence and entered the iron prison.

"Ping ping ping pong!" "Qiang!"

"Qiang!" "Qiang"

Sparks flew everywhere, and four more sounds of gold and iron were heard. The four dark cold iron chains that bound the hands and feet of the old devil Ren Tianxie were also broken by Ye Xing one after another.

"Boy Ye, how should I leave now!" The old devil Ren Tianxie looked at Ye Xing and said: "There are hundreds of holy war angels guarding the entrance of this black prison! It will not be good for those birds and humans to form a battle formation.

Deal with it!"

"This... junior naturally did not come in through the entrance!" Ye Xing said solemnly: "Senior, if you can trust me, you might as well enter my Qiankun Bag. After junior rescues the other three seniors, I will take you away!"

"Haha, of course I can trust you!" The old devil Ren Tianxie said loudly: "I am still counting on you to help me see the light of day again, so why not enter the Qiankun Bag!"

"Well, that junior is offended!" Ye Xing muttered, and immediately opened the Qiankun bag and put the old devil Ren Tianxie into the Qiankun bag.

Black mist surged around him, and time was precious. Ye Xing did not waste any time in Dungeon No. 1, and immediately ran to Dungeon No. 2 to rescue Old Man Yao, and then went straight to Dungeon No. 3.

Arriving at Dungeon No. 3, he was about to pass through and hurried to Dungeon No. 4. Ye Xing suddenly looked stunned, paused abruptly, and stared blankly into the iron prison.

Inside the iron cell of Dungeon No. 3, Master Kuteng, wearing a Buddhist cassock, was sitting cross-legged and meditating.

"Amitabha, you are so good! Don't you, little donor Ye, plan to rescue me?" Master Ku Teng clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name, and looked at Ye Xing with a half-smiling look.

"Uh--" Ye Xing suddenly choked up, his mind full of doubts, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "I thought you had escaped, master, and there was no one here. Hey, that's not right. Isn't the master just outside with the rising sun and the ghosts in the sky?"

Are the two fighting? This... this is..."

"Haha, the withered vine outside is Lao Na's clone!" Master withered vine nodded and smiled.

"Clone?" Ye Xing's eyes were puzzled, and he was extremely curious.
Chapter completed!