The headquarters of the Immortal Alliance is located in Divine Sword Mountain, and the so-called Immortal Alliance prison is the dungeon at the bottom of Divine Sword Mountain that never sees the light of day all year round.
In the underground stone chamber, the cold smell of old moss mixed with rust penetrates directly into people's nostrils. Countless broken swords are densely inserted on the surrounding rough stone walls. There are no ordinary iron fences here, instead there is an invisible cage made of sharp sword energy, glowing with a cold white light in the darkness. As soon as you get closer, the all-pervasive Sword Intent can easily cut through the flesh.
Lin Qingyang was leaning against the cold corner, his wrists and ankles locked by heavy iron chains. The iron chains were engraved with forbidden runes, completely suppressing the already stagnant Spiritual Power in his body. He changed his posture slightly, and the thick iron chain dragged across the stone slabs, making a dull collision sound. It accidentally touched the wound on his waist and abdomen that was strangled by the red vine, and he took a breath of pain.
Why is he being imprisoned wherever he goes? Lin Qingyang can't help complaining in his heart.
There was a deathly silence in the cell, so quiet that it made people panic. There was no daylight here, and he didn't know how long it had been. He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it on his chest through the torn clothes. He felt that his heart was still beating steadily and powerfully, and the tense nerves relaxed a little.
He is still alive, the blood contract has not been broken, and A-Qi is still alive. I just don't know how injured the wolf cub is. If he knew that he was locked up in such a ghost place, he would probably go crazy.
Just as he was thinking about it, the dull sound of the stone door moving broke the dead silence. A figure walked from the dim corridor, dressed in white and stopped outside the cell. The person held a long sword in one hand and a food box in the other. He waved the long sword in his hand lightly, and the intertwined sword net instantly dissipated.
Yun Zhan walked forward, looked at Lin Qingyang who looked embarrassed, said nothing, and just silently pushed the food box over.
Lin Qingyang was really hungry. He had not had any water since he went to the mine. In addition, he was injured and his strength was already exhausted. He moved over with great effort and opened the food box. Inside was a pot of water and two white flour steamed buns.
He picked up the kettle, raised his head and drank most of it in one breath, then grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, wolfing down most of it. The burning cramp in his stomach was finally relieved.
"How long have I been locked up?" Lin Qingyang swallowed the food in his mouth and asked.
"One day and one night." Yun Zhan said in a low voice.
Lin Qingyang paused for a moment. "How is Ruohuan?"
Yun Zhan lowered his eyes. "While dealing with Sect Leader Su's funeral, I haven't been eating or drinking."
Lin Qingyang didn't answer, lowered his head and silently took a bite of the steamed bun.
Yun Zhan stood aside, struggling several times, and finally couldn't help but speak, "What's going on with Sect Leader Su... what's going on?"
Lin Qingyang didn't even raise his head, chewing the steamed bun and said, "Weren't you also there at that time?"
Yun Zhan frowned and expressed his doubts. "But you have no reason to kill Sect Master Su. Cang Mo, and it is impossible for you to abandon yourself and run away."
Lin Qingyang raised his eyes and looked at Yun Zhan: "When someone dies, there must be a murderer. If it's not me, who do you think it will be?"
Yun Zhan paused and looked solemn. There were only two people at the scene. If it wasn't Lin Qingyang, then it could only be... Jiuchen the Divine Lord!
Yun Zhan didn't say anything for a while. Maybe he hadn't thought about this, but just couldn't believe it.
Lin Qingyang sneered, "He is the founder of the Nine Skies Sect and a genius of Sword Dao. I can learn Heavenly Execution and he can use my moves. What's so strange about it?"
After a moment of silence, Yun Zhan asked, "Why did he do this?"
Lin Qingyang paused and said in a deep voice, "Because he is the previous Soul Fiend Bi Yue."
Yun Zhan frowned and looked at him with some confusion.
Lin Qingyang continued, "To be precise, he is not Bi Yue, but Otherworldly Demon, Jiuchen who absorbed Bi Yue Demonic Qi!"
Yun Zhan was stunned, a look of shock appeared on his usually expressionless face.
Lin Qingyang swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns and said slowly, "Demon Clan sometimes forces the demon pill out of the body at a critical moment of life and death and uses it as a weapon to die with the enemy. I guess that when Jiuchen killed Bi Yue, it should be He was hit by Bi Yue's demon pill. Historical records show that Human Clan was no match for the Demon Clan and was beaten back steadily. It was not until Jiuchen understood the great path and made rapid progress in cultivation that he killed Demon King. Cang Yu, turn the tide of the battle."
He raised his eyes and looked at Yun Zhan, and continued, "Now it seems that the real reason why his cultivation has soared is that he absorbed the Demonic Qi in the demon pill and refined himself into Otherworldly Demon."
Yun Zhan didn't speak for a long time, seeming to be struggling to digest the truth that subverted his cognition. If what Lin Qingyang said is true, then the god that everyone in the Immortal Alliance is worshiping is the monster in Hidden Market who almost killed everyone. Yun Zhan instinctively clenched the sword in his hand.
After being silent for a while, Yun Zhan spoke again, "Then why did he... become Soul Fiend again?"
Lin Qingyang paused, and before he could say anything else, there was another dull sound of opening the door, followed by a burst of chaotic footsteps.
Yun Zhan frowned and looked, and saw four sword cultivators wearing black sword uniforms walking into the dungeon. They were disciples of Divine Sword Mountain Discipline Peak.
The leading disciple nodded slightly to Yun Zhan: "Senior Brother Yun, the Lord God has ordered me to ask Lin Qingyang for questioning."
After saying that, he turned to look at Lin Qingyang, his eyes turned cold, revealing contempt and hatred.
Yun Zhan frowned and subconsciously blocked half a step.
Lin Qingyang, however, looked calm and struggled to stand up by holding on to the stone wall. When he walked to Yun Zhan, he lowered his voice and reminded him, "Don't think about it, you can't beat him. If you act rashly, you will end up like Sect Master Su."
"Senior..." Yun Zhan looked at him with worry in his eyes.
"If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it long ago. It's time to go and see what he wants to do!" Lin Qingyang said, bending down to grab the remaining steamed bun from the food box and took a hard bite. He gritted his teeth and complained, "The food you Divine Sword Mountain have is really not that good."
After that, he dragged the heavy Black Iron chain, gnawed the steamed buns, and followed the four disciples out of the cell.
Lin Qingyang was surrounded by the four disciples. Many Divine Sword Mountain disciples stopped to watch along the way, talking and cursing in low voices. The chains on his hands and feet were too heavy, and it was difficult for him to walk. I don't know if the four people took him around on purpose. After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at the Seeking Dao Hall where Immortal Alliance was.
Seeking Dao Hall is empty and silent.
Directly in front, Jiuchen stood with his hands behind his hands, his back facing the main hall, looking up at a painting hanging on the wall. A faint golden light lingered around him, making the solemn hall even more holy.
Thick iron chains dragged across the shiny marble floor, and the harsh sound of metal friction echoed abruptly in the empty hall.
As soon as the escorting disciples stepped into the palace door, their expressions immediately became solemn. The leading disciple lowered his head deeply, and his eyes fell piously at the bottom of the steps, as if looking directly at that figure was a kind of blasphemy.
His voice was very low, with enthusiasm and awe in his tone. "Shenjun, Lin Qingyang has arrived."
Jiuchen didn't look back, just raised his hand casually.
When the disciples saw this, they immediately knelt on the ground respectfully and performed an extremely standard salute. Then they stood up gently, took a few steps back, then turned around and retreated, carefully closing the heavy palace door.
With a muffled sound, they were the only two people left in the hall.
Lin Qingyang raised his head slightly and looked coldly at the monster who was canonized as a god on the high platform.