"Is he the person we are looking for?"

Jia Ruoyan looked at the man in the cell and said with some uncertainty.

She was confused because the man in front of her had no aura at all and seemed like an ordinary mortal.

Dui and Wuxin looked solemn.

The two of them cupped their hands at the same time and said, "I've met senior!"

There was silence in the cell.

I don't know how long it took, but the man seemed to wake up from his sleep. He noticed someone coming behind him and sighed softly.

I just heard him say leisurely: "You are still here, but actually I don't want to see you."

After everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, wondering what he meant by this.

The next moment, the long-haired man continued: "If you appear here, it means that Linghu Bai has fallen."

Only then did everyone suddenly realize.

It seems that Linghu Bai and the person in front of him have made an agreement long ago, and everything that happens now is going according to their agreed plan.

"The Lord of Linghu City is dead. It was Senior Fu Chen who asked us to come." Dui said solemnly.

"Fu Chen?"

The rectangular man pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "I don't know this person. It's not important. What's important is that you are here, which means that this game of chess has reached its final moment."

After saying that, a green light suddenly bloomed from his body.

Plop! Plop!

It's like the sound of a beating heart.

The next moment, the aura of the long-haired man suddenly surged, as if a mountain roared and a tsunami swept across the entire valley!

Everyone took a step back involuntarily, Wuxin protected Jia Ruoyan behind him, and Ah-Dai protected Lin Shanjun behind him.

The sight in front of them made everyone feel suffocated.

From their perspective, where is the Heavenly Prison? In front of them is a vast sea, with numerous fairy mountains on the sea, towering and exuding the mysterious atmosphere of the ancient wilderness!

The man in prison did not target them, and the terrifying pressure bypassed everyone. But even so, Duan, Wuxin and others just glanced in the direction of the man, and a kind of helpless fear emerged in their hearts.

It was as if they had lost all their mana and were floating like a lonely boat in the vast ocean. The deep feeling of powerlessness awakened the fear deep in their hearts!

Fortunately, this state of affairs did not last long.

In just a moment, the man took his breath back into his body, and the coercion that shrouded the entire Tianlao disappeared instantly, and the strange mountains and seas also disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

It's like a sleeping lion wakes up and yawns, but soon closes his eyes and lies down on the ground.

Everyone in the prison breathed a sigh of relief.

If you look closely, you will see that the long-haired man has walked out of the quagmire. He is wearing a mysterious blue sea robe, a yellow stone brocade belt around his waist, and cloud patterns on the cuffs, making him look extraordinary.

"May I ask how you call me, senior?" Ah-Dai said respectfully.

The long-haired man turned around, revealing a resolute and handsome face, and said calmly: "I am the Lord of Kunwu City, Xiao Kunlun."

Everyone was a little surprised after hearing this.

It was rumored that Xiao Kunlun and Linghu Bai were at odds. Many years ago, a war broke out between the two sides, and Xiao Kunlun disappeared since then.

Some people say that Xiao Kunlun was defeated by Linghu Bai and has fallen long ago; but others say that the saint is immortal and Xiao Kunlun was only injured and is now dormant in the dark, just waiting for a comeback in the future!

Although there were many speculations, no one thought that the real Xiao Kunlun was actually in the heavenly prison of Wushuang City!

And looking at this situation, Xiao Kunlun was arrested voluntarily.

"Nothing surprising."

Xiao Kunlun glanced at everyone and said calmly: "When I was injured by the Buried Emperor, Linghu Bai tried his best to hide me here. Later, Cangnan Mountain arranged to trap Shen Lingtian and help me get the 'Six Paths of Heavenly Demon Ring' 'The fragments gradually suppressed the injury."

"Senior, are you talking about the Taoist discussion at Cangnan Mountain?"

"good!"

Xiao Kunlun nodded slightly: "In fact, in Linghu Bai's eyes, the traitor and the rebellion of the eight major sects are of no importance. What he really cares about is the fragments in Shen Lingtian's body! In the battle of Cangnan Mountain, the soul of Emperor Burying Heaven was destroyed. He also helped me suppress my injuries, and also helped a junior named 'Liang Yan', which can be said to kill three birds with one stone."

When he heard him mention "Liang Yan", Wu Xin's expression immediately changed.

"What kind of existence is Liang Yan in Lord Linghu's plan?" Wuxin couldn't help but ask.

It's no wonder that she has such doubts. After all, Linghu Bai is not a soft-hearted person in her impression. In order to achieve his goal, anyone may become Linghu Bai's abandoned son.

The only person Wu Xin worried about was Liang Yan. She was afraid that Liang Yan would never come back. This was her deepest fear.

Xiao Kunlun glanced at Wu Xin and suddenly smiled and said, "Are you Taoists?"

Wu Xin nodded.

"Haha, if Linghu Bai hadn't said it earlier, I would have killed you the first time I saw you!"

A meaningful smile appeared on Xiao Kunlun's face.

Wuxin knew that his identity had been discovered by the other party. After all, he was a saint, so it was not surprising that he had such a method.

"Do not worry."

Xiao Kunlun put away his smile and said slowly: "I have only met this boy Liang Yan once, but I know that he is a very important part of Linghu Bai's plan, and he is definitely not an abandoned son."

"But he is facing the Burial Emperor." Wu Xin still looked sad.

Xiao Kunlun said leisurely: "This is a battle between heaven and man. No one is completely sure. Linghu Bai even involved himself in the scheme. This shows how difficult this game is. I can only guarantee that Liang Yan is not abandoning his son. As for the Whether he can survive depends on his own destiny."

"Then what should we do now?" Dumb asked.

Xiao Kunlun smiled slightly and looked into the distance, as if he had penetrated the stone walls and saw scenes hundreds of millions of miles away.

"The chess game has come to a winner. It's time to meet the other saints."

Darkness, endless darkness.

Liang Yan felt that his consciousness was groggy, and he didn't know where he was or where he was going.

There was still that burning feeling in his body, and the meridians all over his body felt like they were being cut by knives. Fortunately, the essence and blood of the Immortal Heavenly Dragon and the Hell-Suppressing Fire Phoenix had completed the fusion, and a gentle force emerged from the depths of his Dantian and began to help him.

Repair body and soul.

Just like this, I don't know how long it took.

Suddenly, he heard a muffled "rumbling" sound, which awakened Liang Yan's remaining consciousness.

He opened his bloody eyes and reluctantly looked up, only to see two men standing in front of him, one was tall and tall, and the other was very old.

The two men stood still, but the aura exuding from their bodies was as deep as the sea. Even if they had deliberately restrained themselves, they were not comparable to those of ordinary monks.

"This is the breath of a saint."

This was not the first time Liang Yan met a saint, so he was able to tell the difference.

"I have seen both the Soul and Demon Saints. They don't look like them. Judging from their appearance and aura, they should be Poison Saint Lord and Martial Saint Lord."

After the thoughts in his mind changed, Liang Yan glanced at his situation with his spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, he was bound by a ray of light and suspended behind the white-haired old man. His body was unable to move and he only had a little bit of consciousness.

The white-haired old man and the burly man stood side by side, facing a white jade door.

The dull sound I heard just now was the sound of the door slowly opening.

Rumble.

As the White Jade Palace door opened, a majestic and sacred aura rushed in. This aura seemed to symbolize the supreme power. Ordinary people would not have the heart to resist and would subconsciously worship.

Liang Yan struggled to look forward and saw a long staircase behind the white jade door.

This staircase is as clear as crystal, with mysterious runes engraved on each step, falling from a height of ten thousand feet, surrounded by a vast white mist.

"Meet the City Lord!"

Dujiu and Mo Taisui both bowed their heads slightly and sounded very respectful.

After a moment of silence, a majestic voice came from the top of the stairs: "Come up."

"Yes, City Lord."

Du Jiu and Mo Taisui did not hesitate, leading Liang Yan into the Baiyu Gate, and then climbed up the stairs.

There were long steps, and neither of them dared to use magic power, so they only relied on their feet to climb.

A quarter of an hour later, the stairs reached the end.

I saw a throne suspended in mid-air, its entire body carefully carved from white jade, and every inch shone with a dreamlike luster.

The armrests of the throne are two purple-gold dragons. The clouds ejected from the dragon's mouth turn into strands of auspicious aura, lingering around, giving people an extremely majestic feeling.

There was a man sitting on the throne, wearing a dragon, phoenix and purple gold robe, and a seven-star cloud and mist crown on his head. He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and a black mole at the corner of his mouth. He was not angry and had authority!

Poison and Wu Ersheng stopped at the end of the stairs and saluted the man on the throne.

The man was expressionless, silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Have you completed all the tasks I gave you?"
To be continued...