Seeing that one of the fighting parties has left the scene, the other is furious.

Zhang Zheng silently called out the shuttle and was about to run away. Unexpectedly, before she could get on the shuttle, a spirit-binding rope roared out and locked her in place.

The Soul-Binding Rope is a third-level high-grade magic weapon that can block the whole body spiritual power of people with cultivation levels below the Golden Core, making it difficult to break free.

What a disaster!

Zhang Zheng was tightly bound, and turned around to look at the seven Ye family members, begging for mercy bitterly: "Fairies, I am just a passerby who happened to pass by. I don't know anything, and I didn't see anything.

Your Excellency has a lot, so please don’t be embarrassed, Fairy."

Seeing her flattering words, the dark complexion of the leading woman softened slightly, but her anger remained.

"You heard what happened in my clan today. I can only blame you for your bad luck."

She held the hand at the other end of the soul-binding rope and exerted force. Zhang Zheng was almost pulled to the ground, but managed to stabilize her body.

The leading woman threw the spirit-binding rope to the other woman and ordered sternly: "Take her back to the clan and take good care of her, and we will deal with it after the matter is over."

"yes."

After saying this, the leading woman stepped onto the blue-grained yarn and sped away.

The woman who took the spirit-binding rope looked much kinder. She put the struggling Yao Yan into the spirit animal bag and looked at Zhang Zheng sympathetically.

"If you're to blame, blame the young master of the Chen family for getting you involved."

Zhang Zheng, whose vision was blocked, was really miserable. He had just escaped from the sea of ​​​​fire and entered the den of thieves again.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Zheng was mercilessly thrown to the cold and biting ground, causing pain in his back.

There are three towering walls and one is a very thick iron mesh. It is dark and dark, and the miserable howls and groans of animals can be heard from time to time.

The soul-binding cord on his body had been untied. Zhang Zheng tried to use his spiritual energy, but sadly discovered that this dungeon-like place could block the movement of spiritual energy, making it difficult for him to move his spiritual consciousness.

Even without the restraint of the soul-binding rope, she still cannot use her spiritual power.

Not only that, she was now completely exhausted. She only felt that her muscles and bones were sore and uncomfortable, and she couldn't exert herself at all. This dungeon would also weaken a person's physical strength.

"Don't even think about running away."

Anyone else?

Zhang Zheng looked up and saw the woman who expressed sympathy to her earlier.

Wearing a black robe, she almost blended into the darkness in this dark dungeon.

The woman's hand was still wrapped with a soul-binding rope. Her expression was calm and she warned: "Even the golden elixir monks here can't escape their birth. You'd better not waste your efforts in vain. If the guards find out, you will be injured all over."

But if she doesn't run away, why should she wait here to die?

At that time, the leading woman said that she should be dealt with after the matter was completed. Since they expected that she had heard things she shouldn't have heard, how could they allow her to leave safely?

Naturally, Zhang Zheng couldn't tell this to the woman. No matter how much she sympathized with her, they were not from the same faction, and she couldn't go against her family's orders to help her escape.

Seeing her hanging her head and remaining silent, the woman involuntarily rubbed her thumb against the smooth and cool spirit binding rope in her hand for a while, then turned and left the place.

After the woman left, Zhang Zheng was the only one left in the huge dungeon, and her screams and wails could only be heard but not heard.

The deserted and dead atmosphere seemed particularly eerie and terrifying.

If you can’t use spiritual energy, what about vitality energy?

Zhang Zheng struggled to sink his restricted consciousness into his body and tried to spin the seven-aperture vitality vortex. Unexpectedly, although the vortex rotated extremely slowly, it still slowly fed out a trace of vitality.

Relying on this trace of vitality, Zhang Zheng managed to muster some strength, crawled to the iron net on hands and feet, and tried to break the iron net.

Not very hard.

Zhang Zheng was pleasantly surprised to find that, perhaps because of his overconfidence in this dungeon, the iron mesh was not made of rare materials, but just fine iron of average strength.

If it were the physical strength of the foundation-building monk, he could break it even with all his strength.

But the energy of vitality could only restore some strength to her. With her current strength, which could only be compared to that of an ordinary person, she couldn't shake it at all.

This big movement has exhausted the weak strength supplied by the vitality. Zhang Zheng leaned weakly on the iron net, and it seemed difficult to move his fingers.

How should she escape?

…

The ancestral home of the Ye family.

The woman in dark black robes stood in front of a closed door, hesitating.

After hesitating for a while, she put away the soul-binding rope and mustered up the courage to open the door and walk into the room that made her feel uneasy.

The door was closed tightly again.

In the luxuriously decorated room, a woman's figure is vaguely reflected behind the bed, which is covered by gauze.

As soon as the black-robed woman entered the room, she knelt down on the ground and pressed her warm forehead against the ground, hoping to catch the cold chill coming from the ground.

"Miss……"

She only called out weakly, her voice trembling.

When there was no response from the person on the bed, she kept kneeling, her back straight and not daring to move at all.

After a full hour, a voice so weak that it was almost inaudible sounded, "I am not your lady."

The figure of the woman in black robe trembled suddenly, and she wanted to argue anxiously, but the endless shame and humiliation overwhelmed her like a sea, and her pale lips opened and closed, unable to say a word.

The voice sounded again, becoming weaker and weaker, just like its owner, as if it would disappear in the next moment.

"You go, no one here wants to see hypocrisy and pretentiousness."

The harsh sarcasm in the words was like thousands of needles piercing into her flesh and heart. It hurt so much that she wanted to shout and argue...

Finally, all the painful struggles came to an end.

The woman in black robe knelt down, maintaining this ridiculous posture, and slowly exited the room.

The moment the door closed, a heart-rending cough suddenly came from the room, pulling at the internal organs, and the sound of breathing was muffled.

She...she is really going to die...

"Ye Zhi, from now on you will be my biological sister, Ye Qinghuan. We will practice together and reach the path of immortality together!"

The childish voice, filled with awe-inspiring aura, still rings in my ears.

Now all that is left is the sound of old age, like a dying candle in the wind.

The woman in black robe collapsed on the ground, covering her face and crying bitterly. Her tears were like a dam bursting, but she could only make a dull and suppressed cry from the depths of her throat.

She, Yeats, is hypocritical, pretentious, and unworthy...

Not worthy...

Besides, Zhang Zheng was trapped in the dungeon. She was forgotten by the world and was still angrily tearing at the iron net, trying to find a way to escape.

You can't use spiritual power, you can't even open the storage bag, and of course you don't have any tools.

After thinking hard for several days, Zhang Zheng finally found an opportunity.

In the past few days, she had vaguely guessed what this place was used for.

The dungeon holds all kinds of monsters and monsters. At approximately every hour of the day, three male cultivators would come to the dungeon and tie up a monster and leave it, and then throw it back into the prison at the next hour.

Although the demonic beasts that were escorted out appeared to be unharmed when they came back, Zhang Zheng practiced the "Neutralization and Metamorphosis Art" and could clearly feel that the demonic beasts' vitality had been weakened by more than half when they came back.

The Ye family isn't practicing any evil magic with their essence and blood, right?

Zhang Zheng's suspicion grew as the life breath of the monster in the prison became weaker and weaker.

Inexplicably, she couldn't help but think of the missing senior sister Ye Qinghuan in the sect, and then thought of what the young master said.

A bold guess emerged spontaneously.

Isn't Senior Sister Ye Qinghuan the direct master of the Ye family?

Does her disappearance have anything to do with the Ye family?


Chapter completed!