(I wrote a wrong place before. Pluto was imprisoned on the fifteenth floor and wrote it on the seventeenth floor. It has been too long and I remember it wrong. I am really embarrassed. I have modified it.)

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The monks of the ancient clan of the prison guard stared at Zhang Ruochen with their eyes, showing a look of nervousness and expectation.

Does the more advanced blood-restraining talisman really exist?

If it exists, it is undoubtedly a powerful weapon to fight against the Immortal Vampire Clan. Even a strong man like Baihuan God Son would probably have to escape and never dare to step into the territory of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu.

Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment, took out the talisman seal of the "Great Sage Blood-Suppressing Talisman" and handed it over to Shi Qiankun.

"There are actually more advanced blood-suppressing talismans."

"That's great. With the blood-suppressing talisman, no matter how many masters the Immortal Vampire come, we can suppress them."

All the monks of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu were excited and delighted.

Shi Qiankun carefully took over the Great Saint-level blood-suppressing talisman and felt quite surprised. Could it be that the Nine-Step Saint King Realm, or even the Immortal Blood Clan in the Great Saint Realm, can use a talisman to suppress it?

Shi Qiankun was observing with all his concentration. At the beginning, there was a hint of joy on his face, but as time passed, joy disappeared and his expression gradually became solemn.

The Great Saint-level blood-suppressing talisman is quite complex and the runes are mysterious.

Some of the patterns, even with Shi Qiankun's talisman skills, feel that they are reading the heavenly books, which are a bit difficult to understand and cannot be understood.

"Wow—"

Shi Qiankun uses his fingers as his pen to outline runes in the air.

I tried it more than ten times in a row, but it ended in failure.

Shi Ren saw that a large number of sweat beads appeared on Shi Qiankun's forehead and bloodshot eyes were filled with blood. He quickly woke Shi Qiankun who was immersed in the runes: "Father, don't be too persistent, wake up quickly."

Shi Qiankun trembled for a moment, then let out a long breath, and his eyes finally moved away from the talisman seal.

He rubbed his temples and sighed: "My mental power is not strong enough, I am afraid I can't draw the Great Saint-level Blood-Suppressing Talisman. I am ashamed, I am really ashamed."

"Class leader, your mental strength has reached the fifty-seventh level, but isn't strong enough?" said Elder Xuanfeng.

Shi Qiankun shook his head, handed the talisman seal to Shi Ren, and said, "Ren'er, your mental strength has exceeded that of your father. How about you?"

Shi Ren took the talisman seal and tried, but it still ended in failure.

"The Great Saint-level blood-suppressing talisman is too profound! Every pattern on it is like a river that is tens of thousands of miles long. It is already difficult to draw tens of thousands of miles of rivers on a small talisman. What's more, thousands of rivers have to be drawn together on the talisman. It is difficult, and it is estimated that only the Great Saint of Spiritual Power can do it. Moreover, the Great Saint of Spiritual Power must have profound attainments on the talisman path." Shi Ren sighed several times.

The atmosphere in the Sword Tomb Palace became heavy.

Shi Qiankun said: "If my father had built it, maybe he could give it a try."

Shi Qiankun's father, named Shi Mingyuan, is also the old patriarch of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu.

Two hundred years ago, Shi Mingyuan entered the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon and rushed to the realm of the Martial Arts Saint King. At the beginning, the expected retreat time was three years.

However, two hundred years have passed, and Shi Mingyuan has not walked out of the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon, which is probably a bit of a bad fortune.

Although two hundred years ago, Shi Mingyuan's martial arts realm was only a half-step Saint King.

However, his mental strength is unfathomable. He is a person who can discuss the Tao with Wu Zun, the owner of Wushi Money House. Even if Shi Mingyuan is not the first person in Kunlun Realm, he will definitely be able to enter the top three.

Shi Ren was slightly moved and said, "Father, our cultivation level was too low before, so we didn't dare to go to the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon to look for grandpa. With our current strength, we might give it a try."

Shi Qiankun's eyes narrowed, and then he stood up and paced back and forth in the Sword Tomb Palace, as if he had any concerns.

In fact, he had long thought of going to the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon, but the fifteenth floor imprisoned the great evil king who had once caused trouble in Kunlun Realm, so this matter has been stuck.

Shi Ren hurriedly said, "Don't hesitate anymore. If my grandfather was not dead and was still trapped in the fifteenth floor dungeon, we could rescue him. Besides, we are not fighting alone, Brother Zhang and his friends will also help us."

Zhang Ruochen had the idea of ​​entering the Netherworld Dungeon, so he naturally would not miss this opportunity. He suddenly stood up and said, "I am having a reluctant request. I hope Senior Shi can agree."

"What a reluctance?" Shi Qiankun asked.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Is Emperor Ming's third disciple Bao Lie detained in the Netherworld Dungeon?"

Shi Qiankun shook his head and said, "I don't know much about this matter. You can only get the answer by asking the three wardens of the Netherworld Dungeon. Although the ancient tribe in Zhenzhu guards the Netherworld Dungeon, the person in charge is the warden and the jailer."

The Netherworld Dungeon has always been guarded by the four wardens.

However, when the Qingtian Blood Emperor attacked the ancient clan of Zhenzhu, he killed one of the wardens. Now, there are only three left.

Under the leadership of Shi Qiankun, Zhang Ruochen and others walked deep into the sword tomb and came to the bottom of a stone mountain shaped like a turtle back.

The stone mountain is pitch black all over, up to a hundred feet high, with a smooth surface like a mirror.

It is better to say that it is a black boulder buried underground than to say that it is a stone mountain.

"This is the entrance to the Netherworld Dungeon!" Shi Qiankun said.

"Entry? Where is the entrance?"

Xiang Chunan walked to the bottom of the stone mountain, slapped his palm on the smooth stone wall, looking for things like the secret passage of the mechanism.

Suddenly, two golden leaves grew on the stone wall, as huge as palm-leaf fan.

The two leaves flew up like a golden butterfly, appearing on top of Xiang Chunan's head.

"Wow! What the hell is this? Where did it come out?"

Xiang Chunan screamed strangely and slapped out with a palm, and the thick palm power hit the two golden leaves.

"Bang!"

A layer of golden light surged from inside the two golden leaves, and tens of thousands of holy rules were intertwined on the light curtain, which blocked Xiang Chunan's palm power and shocked him to retreat backwards.

Shi Qiankun blocked Xiang Chunan's face, held his fists and saluted, saying, "Sir Jinye, please put away the holy art. He is not an enemy, but a friend of the ancient tribe of Zhenzhu."

"Warner?"

Xiang Chunan widened his eyes and felt unbelievable.

Can two leaves be wardens?

Zhang Ruochen also felt a move in his heart and carefully observed the two golden leaves. He saw that there was a small person in the center of the two leaves, and that person was probably the size of a thumb.

Two leaves grew on his back.

"That is a golden-leaf sorghum, which has grown for at least 100,000 years." Ji Fanxin sent a voice to Zhang Ruochen.

The golden leaf Qixiu opened her mouth and sucked the golden light in the sky into her abdomen without continuing to attack Xiang Chunan.

Immediately afterwards, the other two wardens appeared one after another, both plants, a pink flower and a green-skinned melon.

Seeing the three wardens, Zhang Ruochen frowned. Just by relying on them, they could guard the Netherworld Dungeon where countless ferocious people and beasts were imprisoned?

The Taoist Zhenmiao flew on Zhang Ruochen's shoulder and whispered: "Why is it a bit unreliable?"

Zhang Ruochen remained calm and said, "At least... at least their cultivation is still very strong, and each of them has the strength comparable to that of a powerful man in the Dao Realm."

"Just rely on them to guard the Pluto?" Zhenmiao Taoist kept shaking his head.

"Wow—"

On the stone wall of the stone mountain, a bald old man walked out, wearing a gray official robe and an ancient word "无" printed on his chest.

The bald old man had age spots on his face, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to be a little unsteady when walking.

"Isn't this a prisoner in the Netherworld Dungeon?" Xiang Chunan said.

"Yes, old... I am the only prisoner in the Netherworld Dungeon."

The bald old man looked up, as if he had not seen clearly where Xiang Chunan was standing, and smiled at a small stone pestle on the right side of Xiang Chunan.

The Taoist Zhenmiao gasped and said again: "Zhang Ruochen, your gods in Kunlun Realm and the monks of the ancient prison tribe of Zhenzhu are really awesome. They actually let such an old man be a jailer, but they are the only jailer."

The bald old man seemed to have heard the voice of the little Taoist Zhenmiao, stared at Murong Yue standing beside Zhang Ruochen, and smiled kindly: "The main reason is that the Netherworld Dungeon is too strong, and the prisoners inside cannot escape at all, so everyone can be a prisoner."

A strange look flashed in Shi Qiankun's eyes, and he walked forward, bowed to the bald old man, and said, "Old Kong, after so many years, you have not changed at all."

The bald old man said to Shi Ren who was standing beside Shi Qiankun: "Do you think the old man deserves to die?"

Shi Qiankun said: "No, how dare you, I?"

The old man in front of him seemed to be an ordinary person, without any energy fluctuations on his body, but Shi Qiankun had seen him two hundred years ago, and he was the same as he is now.

Shi Qiankun's father Shi Mingyuan once said that when he was a child, he also met Mr. Kong, who was like this now.

Therefore, Shi Qiankun suspected that Kong Lao was not a human at all, but like the four wardens, they were all plants, so they had a very long life span.

Shi Qiankun said: "Old Kong, a sword holder from the ancient clan of Zhenzhu, wants to ask you something about it."

"Sword holder? Which sword holder?" asked Old Kong.

"Zhang Ruochen, the 18th generation sword-holder of the Taotian Sword, has met his senior."

Zhang Ruochen came to Kong Lao and bowed to him with his fists.

Old Kong tried hard to open his eyes, stared at Murong Yue next to Zhang Ruochen, stretched out a trembling hand, and said, "Take out the Tootian Sword and let me see."

"This... the younger generation of Taotian Sword has been placed elsewhere and not carried on them." Zhang Ruochen said.

"Oh, that's it!"

Mr. Kong lowered his head again, feeling a little disappointed, and then asked, "What do you want to inquire about?"

"About 800 years ago, did Princess Chi Yao of Chi Qing Central Empire escort a creature named Bao Lie and imprison it in the Netherworld Dungeon?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"Eight hundred years, how can I remember it clearly after so long? I will check it for you, maybe there is a record."

Old Kong reached into his arms and took out a mud pot. There was a silver cactus planted in the mud pot. The needle was sharp and emitted nine silver circles of light.

"No, no, I got it wrong!"

The veteran Kong stuffed the mud pot back into the prison robe and continued to grop.
Chapter completed!