The Wuji Sect is quite small, and the underground prisons are built even more solid.

Jiang Zhuoxue's surrender did not make Sect Master Wu and others relax his vigilance. After he was locked in a cage, these powerful people personally took action to impose many restrictions on him to ensure that Jiang Zhuoxue had no chance of escaping, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't blame us for being cruel. Who made you go to the lower world without waiting for it? You even found such a weak contractor?" Master Wu's words were full of sarcasm.

In his opinion, any dragon clan that came to the lower realm was mostly abandoned by the clan and had to leave. Even if something happened to such a dragon clan, no one would care about it.

Jiang Zhuoxue knew that he was special, but he didn't find a reliable contract for him as soon as possible, so he chose a yellow-haired girl like Sang Ying.

Now that he is in prison, he is too poor in his own eyes and cannot blame others.

After hearing his nonsense, Jiang Zhuoxue still said nothing. His eyes under the white veil were still closed, as if he was too lazy to deal with Master Wu and others.

Master Wu was not angry at his attitude. After all, in his opinion, this man was destined to die, and it was nothing to let him get angry before he died.

A group of people laughed at the prison dragon in the cage, as if they had seen their future realm breaking through and ascending to become an immortal.

"Take care of him, don't let this baby run away. If he has any inappropriateness, he will come to report to me." Master Wu paused, with a deep meaning, "If you do this job well, the benefits will naturally not be missing in the future."

He has always been a generous sect leader. If the dragon slaying goes well, he doesn't mind giving his disciples a share of the pie.

Several guard disciples who were specially advised by Sect Master Wu immediately understood and nodded quickly.

After the powerful men left the dungeon, they carefully guarded Jiang Zhuoxue's cage, for fear that the other party would slip away from their noses.

In the cage, Jiang Zhuoxue, who was locked in a strong lock, suddenly opened his eyes, and several stars gradually appeared in his pupils.

...

The sky was covered by gray clouds, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of corpse.

The Hidden Underworld, which cannot be seen all year round, is the best treasure land to nourish some dark existences.

Two tall men walked on the street, bringing people with strange faces to their eyes.

One of them took a deep breath and couldn't help but sigh: "There is a familiar breath everywhere!"

The other person was wearing a mask and couldn't see clearly, but his eyes were slightly mocking, and he was extremely rude to speak: "Why, do you like these stinky corpses so much?"

"Hey!" The one who spoke first seemed to be offended, "You clearly know what I mean, don't pretend to be confused when you understand!"

The masked man ignored him and just accelerated his pace.

The two hurriedly walked through the street full of death and missed the intersection, a stall that was setting up to recruit new disciples.

The person in charge of the stall was wrapped tightly in a black cloth, and no one could see it.

He clicked on a new disciple and went up to pay homage, asked a few casual questions, and asked the man to take out the materials for the corpse puppet he carried.

The young man with a bit of sinister eyes took off the bag on his back and pulled it hard, and a body with power fell out. The blue-white face of the body could make people vaguely see the owner's original style.

Maybe he didn't expect to encounter such a good corpse puppet material. The man in black robe suddenly breathed, and then he poked out a thin, black hand like a chicken claw.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, good things, good things! You guy is so lucky to find such a good corpse puppet." The man in black robe became much more enthusiastic and even praised him a few words.

But the young man did not show any joy, but just nodded coldly.

"Okay, our sect has accepted you, your disciple! Come and register." The man in black robe was afraid that the other party would run away, so he hurriedly pulled the young man over to register.

When asked about his life, the young man was struggling for a moment and finally said, "Jinghe, my name is Jinghe."

He was unwilling to give up his name, because one day he would use this name to bring endless pain to Moromon!

This episode did not make the two of them care about it before. They were busy getting a secret treasure from a sect in the Tibetan Underworld.

For this, the two planned for a long time and spent a lot of time in this underworld. Tonight is the time for them to take action.

"I have something to say first. If you frame me again this time to attract the attention of others, I will definitely be in trouble with you!" The more lively person, before sneaking into the sect, explained it clearly to his companions.

He has been cheated by his companions too many times, so now he has to mention it so that he will not be unlucky again after a while.

"I understand." The man in the mask responded and reluctantly agreed to his companion's request.

The two of them have a good cultivation level and have a special hidden technique. As soon as they enter the sect, they are like swimming in the sea, and they disappear in a blink of an eye.

After the night completely swallowed the Tibetan underworld and the entire sect fell asleep, an accident suddenly appeared.

"Come, there is a thief!" A scream echoed throughout the sect, and countless firefly lamps lit up one after another, illuminating the sect like daylight.

The originally silent sect was awakened by these movements and immediately became lively. But the "thief" they called had already quietly escaped from the sect and took the treasure they had been looking for for a long time.

They didn't dare to stay for too long. They knew how smart the noses of the things raised in this sect were. They immediately took the treasure and escaped, and refused to give the other party any chance to follow them up.

It took them about a few days to escape before they changed their appearance and stayed in a small place for a while.

"Hehe, it's great. This is the last thing. We can go back to see our master now!" One of them patted his pocket, his tone unable to hide his happiness.

There was also some joy in the other's eyes.

But the joy of the two did not last long, and a strange star map appeared in their dark pupils.

A strange feeling that surged from the chest permeated them all. Others might not know what this was, but they both understood it very much.

This is their "master", summoning the two of them!

"Xuanwu Realm, Wuji Sect." Two voices sounded at the same time, with a chilling chill.

The two looked at each other, packed up without saying a word, and prepared to go to Xuanwu Realm.

However, people in the underworld have always been unwilling to contact the outside world, and even the few flying boats left.

In desperation, the two had to pay a few times the spirit stones before they could barely find someone who was willing to go to the Xuanwu Realm.

On the day we boarded the boat, the owner of the flying boat smiled and said to them: "I wonder what you two are called?"

The man in the mask said coldly without saying a word. Another person with a lively personality said, "You can just call me Si Jing."

At this moment, the ship owner, who was no longer young, dared to look up at the other person. He was a smiling young man, and he looked very handsome.

If Sang Ying was here at this moment, he would probably recognize that these two were their former friends.


Chapter completed!