Seeing the woman in the cage stretching out her hand to her, the flamingo immediately passed through the narrow gap in the cage and fell onto the woman's hand.

The woman held her breath, looked around her eyes, and after confirming that no one noticed her, she moved her body slightly and carefully hid the flamingo in her hand with her body.

There was no movement in the cages on both sides of the surrounding area. She knew that the monks had fallen into despair, only a little further away from her. The cage that had just hung up was still waving.

"Let me go out! Do you know who I am? Do you dare to lock me up here. My master will definitely trample on your sect if he knows it!" The man screamed for a long time, but it was a blessing that he was a cultivator and his voice would not be hoarse. Otherwise, according to his excitement, he would probably be speechless in a few days.

But the other party's noise obviously made the guards very dissatisfied. Those who were wearing the Chao Sect's disciples' uniform quickly put down his cage. The male cultivator thought that his words had worked, so he immediately put on a proud attitude: "I tell you, you have caused great trouble this time. My master is the Jade Ding Immortal Lord in the Xuanwu Realm! Your offense to me this time made me angry. If you are willing to let the others in this dark room, you will give us a generous apology. When my master comes, I can barely ask for a favor for you."

However, after hearing the male cultivator's words, all the guards laughed.

"We don't care what kind of Jade Ding or Iron Ding you are. If you enter the Chao Sect, don't think about going out!" After the disciple said that, a stick as thick as an adult's arm fell heavily on him.

The male cultivator was about to use spiritual power to block it, but he didn't expect that all the spiritual power in his body seemed to have disappeared, and he couldn't draw out any spiritual power!

The male cultivator widened his eyes in surprise, but the stick had already landed on him.

The male cultivator hasn't felt the pain for a long time. Since he became a master and started practicing, he has almost lived a life that is praised by others.

He thought that with spiritual energy to protect his body, this kind of damage was nothing to him, but he obviously did not expect that this heavy blow would hurt so much.

"How could it be, how could it be?" The male cultivator shook his hand, and he couldn't believe it.

He is a Jindan monk, and he is only one step away from the Nascent Soul. Why? Why is this happening?!

"Haha, the foreign flies, now I know they are afraid? It's too late!" Another stick hit him, which made the male cultivator scream in pain.

The female cultivator in the cage looked at this scene carefully, but she did not notice that the flamingo that stayed in her hand seemed to have taken this scene into her eyes.

A male cultivator is not so easy to be subdued. Even if he is beaten badly, he still grits his teeth and says: "You treat me like this. When my master comes, you will definitely not let you go!"

The disciple's subordinates immediately became heavier: "You can't see my fate, but we know clearly what your fate is. I want to wait for your master to come to save you if something happens to you? I think so beautifully, but by then, he may not even be able to find your corpse!"

The unscrupulous laughter of those disciples resounded throughout the dark room, and the female cultivator shrank her head again and stopped looking over there.

The flamingo that she had pinched turned into a line of red characters in her hand. The female cultivator looked at the lines of words in a steady state, and her tears couldn't control them and she fell.

"Where are you? My sister is looking for you."

Honglian gritted her teeth and refused to let her voice leak out. She reached out and touched the red letters, and her fingertips were dyed red.

Honglian was stunned for a moment and instantly realized what this meant. She immediately raised her finger and hurriedly wrote a few words after the lines disappeared.

But her movements were a little big at this moment. It was almost as if Honglian had just retracted her moving fingers and pinched the volcanic crucifix that had changed back to its original state back into her palm. A sound suddenly rang out: "That over there, what were you doing just now?"

Honglian was so scared that she trembled all over. During the days she was trapped in the dark room, she had already tried these people's powerful means. Now the only opportunity to escape is in front of her. Honglian didn't want to give up just like that.

She held the small flaming crane tightly in her hand, no longer caring whether she would crush it. She turned slowly and looked at the guard who asked her, but her heart was beating wildly.

The other party knocked her cage hard: "I'm asking you, what are you doing just now?! Do you want to contact others? Are you trying to find a way to escape? I've been locked up for so long, but I still don't give up. Put her down and let me teach her a good lesson!"

The other party did not give Honglian a chance to explain, so he convicted her on the spot.

However, when Honglian heard the guards say this, she was relieved. These people were extremely disgusted with them, such foreign monks, and would make excuses to beat them from time to time.

As long as they survive this time and let the volcano fly out with the news, they will be saved.

Honglian bit her lower lip and quietly waited for the stick that was about to fall on her.

But at this moment, the cage lined behind the Honglian suddenly heard a voice: "What can she do? A female cultivator who is almost driven crazy by you. Why, don't you want to find a better reason to hit people now? If you had known that the Yunsang Realm was controlled by you, you would not have come to this broken place if you were beaten to death."

The people in the cage seemed to think that saying these words was not enough to relieve themselves, and immediately spitted on the face of the guardian disciple.

Now the guards didn't care about Honglian anymore. He immediately ordered someone to pull down the male cultivator in the cage and smashed the dense sticks straight at him. But the man seemed to be an individual cultivator. Even though he had no spiritual power, his good body was not afraid of the methods of the guards.

The male cultivator deliberately raised several arms, and the guards' stick broke on the spot.

The guard who was spitting out of breath was so angry that he even wanted to push the male cultivator's head a few times. However, he was stopped by his fellow disciples: "Forget it, what should I do with a person who is about to die? The sect leader said that these sacrifices need to be fresh. If someone accidentally kills him, where can you get a new monk to fill it? And he is also a Nascent Soul monk!"

The guard immediately realized that there were rumors that they were not very friendly to their sects circulating outside, so the senior brothers could no longer attract anyone to the sect.

If the male cultivator is killed at this critical moment, it may be difficult to explain.

He took the opportunity to take back his feet, and then said to the male cultivator viciously: "Let you go this time. Since you are so tough, then when the sacrifice is over, you will be the first to throw you in as a sacrifice!"

After saying that, he hung up the male cultivator again and left with the rest of the guards.

Honglian took the opportunity to let go of the volcano in her hand. After seeing the volcano successfully follow the guards to leave the dark room, she finally felt relieved.

I believe my sister will find herself soon!


Chapter completed!