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Chapter fifty-three

"Who are you?"

The rock walls were narrow, and the three of them could not stand shoulder to shoulder. The way they came was full of figures, and Ye Qingqing and four talisman masters were surrounded by a group of prisoners from the Netherworld Prison.

"Go down! Send a signal!"

The retreat was completely blocked by the prison guards of the Netherworld Prison, so it would be better to try hard. Ye Qingqing jumped and the white Li fire broke out in her hand, knocking out the fat man who was guarding the elevator, called Dafu, and pulled down the downward pull rod of the elevator.

"Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Talisman!"

Four talisman masters came out in a row, and the earth and rocks raised up, cutting off the narrow rock tunnel. For a moment, the prison guards who were originally surrounded could not move forward.

A talisman light soared into the sky, illuminating the darkness of the underworld, cutting through the darkness, and heading towards the light.

The three masters of Guo Lubai, who were waiting outside, saw the signal and their faces changed.

"This is a signal to ask for help, the leader and the others are in danger!"

The Dongyang Sect's followers began to attack the Netherworld Prison in large quantities, and the momentum was overwhelming.

There is a distance of thirty feet between the entrance of the elevator and the deepest death row. The rock wall is smooth and there is no place to rely on.

It was not until the moment she stepped onto the ground that Ye Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. She looked upwards and saw that there was darkness, with only the sound of gears stirring in her ears.

If the people from Netherworld Prison destroy the elevator, then even if they rescue Ye Dongyang, they will probably not be able to get out.

But it has reached this point, and Ye Qingqing can't care about that if.

"Walk!"

This is the deepest death row, and it is also the palace of King Zhang Hai. Along the road, the torches on both sides are spontaneously ignited without wind. Marble slabs are paved on the aisle, and the complex and exquisite carvings can vaguely see the prosperity of the former palace.

Time flies, and it has not been repaired for a long time. The lacquer paintings fade and yellow, and the stones peel and break.

In the Eight Prisons of the Netherworld, there are prison guards in all places, but this death row is not a single figure.

Ye Qingqing and the four talisman masters quickly walked through the aisle until a huge bronze door blocked their way.

In front of this bronze door, a white-haired man had already been waiting here.

When Ye Qingqing saw a great master-level opponent like Lou Jing, she was not worried but happy. She had no fork in the way along the way. But Lou Jing came here first, which means there must be a secret passage leading directly to the palace.

"It must have taken a lot of effort for the little kid to get here!"

"Master of Netherworld Prison. If you are willing to let my father go, the grudges between Dongyang Sect and Netherworld Prison will be eliminated. Otherwise, today, you will have to be defeated."

Ye Qingqing's eyes flashed with the intention of decisive death. The food and grass of the Dongyang Sect were burned down, and Ye Qingqing was unwilling to ask Yang Xian, and there was only one way left in front of her.

Before the food and grass are exhausted, fight to the death and seek vitality!

"If Ye Dongyang came out of this sect, I'm afraid it wouldn't be your turn to make the decision."

Lou Jing smiled and was full of contempt. He was afraid that if he let Ye Dongyang go, he would be able to take the Dongyang scholars to fight with him.

Ye Qingqing had never thought that he could speak Lou Jing with just a few words, so he was ready to take action immediately.

"Let's go! How can you avoid coming here with the numerous institutions in my Netherworld Prison?"

"Then I have to thank you very much for your old friend's grandson!"

Speaking of Yang Xian, Ye Qingqing was full of hatred. Wei Wen died at his hands, and the food and grass of Dongyang Sect were burned down because of him. At this moment, all her roads were blocked by Yang Xian.

Maybe Yang Xian was waiting for her to beg him! But when she thought of herself wailing in front of the hateful boy, Ye Qingqing felt uncomfortable all over. She made up her mind that even if she died here, she would not beg Yang Xian.

"Is that boy really that guy?"

Unlike Ye Qingqing's excitement, Lou Jing was very calm at this moment. His deep eyes penetrated the heavy fog, cleared away the mystery, and saw the truth behind it.

Ye Dongyang is a hot potato. No matter whether Lou Jing kills, destroys or releases it now, it will eventually lead to a huge power in Dongyang Sect and the Netherworld Prison to fight to the death.

Therefore, there is only one way to put it in front of Lou Jing. Drag it! Drag it as long as you can!

But at this moment, Ye Qingqing's other roads were blocked by Yang Xian. There were only two left, asking Yang Xian, or fighting to the death.

Judging from Ye Qingqing's current attitude, she obviously did not choose the previous path.

Thinking of this, Lou Jing sighed without feeling like he was sighing, and looked at Ye Qingqing who had already attacked him, and suddenly felt a little pitiful to the girl in front of him.

Little kid, you think you have the choice to fight to the death. However, in fact, all your other paths have been blocked by Yang Xian, and there is only one left to go!

Lou Jing suddenly realized, but Bai Lihuo and Fu Guang were approaching.

Different mentalities will naturally be different when taking action.

Ye Qingqing and the four talisman masters were in danger and had the determination to die, so they showed no mercy when they took action.

Lou Jing was at ease. Although he was close to each other, he was elegant in his posture.

Lou Jing is like a fish swimming in the river, allowing the wind and waves to come, but he is free and unrestrained. On the other hand, even if Ye Qingqing and others have the determination to die and stir up endless waves, they still cannot hurt them at all.

"Is this the gap between me and the Grand Master?"

There are many cultivators in the world, although there are different realms in each school according to the level of cultivation. However, in fact, with Ye Qingqing's cultivation level, the real gap between cultivators is only two levels for her.

Grandmaster and non-grandmaster!

The grandmasters transcend the existence of ordinary people and even ordinary monks. Their realm is difficult to guess and is so vague that it makes people unable to see clearly.

In fact, there have been many monks throughout the ages questioning whether the grandmaster really exists?

However, it is like watching the sky in the well, making a laughing sound.

The fatal talisman light and flames came, and Lou Jing gently pushed by, and the dark thunder appeared in his hand, and he took Ye Qingqing straight.

A talisman light flashed, and the invisible barrier was supported like an umbrella, blocking Ye Qingqing's face.

"A little trick!"

Lou Jing smiled, and the thunder in his hand exploded. The arc of electricity shone brightly and turned into tiny black insects, as if they were alive, penetrated into the barrier.

Ye Qingqing was shocked at the moment. The talisman master behind her used several defensive talismans in one breath to resist the black worm that was piercing the bones.

When I looked back, Lou Jing's figure was gone.

Ye Qingqing felt a chill behind her, and Lou Jing had already appeared behind her. The thunder came over her hand and the sizzled sound, and Ye Qingqing could not avoid it.

At the moment when Ye Qingqing hit the thunder, countless tiny black insects drilled into her body through her pores.

With a mouthful of blood sprayed, Ye Qingqing felt that there were millions of insects biting all over her body, and it was extremely painful.

"Master!"

Ye Qingqing half-kneeled beside Lou Jing, but he had no intention of continuing to do it.

"My Netherworld Prison is no greater than that of the Dongyang Sect family, but I can't stand your troubles. I once promised Yang Xian that if I meet Ye Qingqing again, I can only hurt and not kill her. Take her away!"

Lou Jing cannot kill Ye Qingqing, otherwise he will inevitably be unable to escape a bloody battle today. On the contrary, a seriously injured Ye Qingqing can make these lifeless Dongyang scholars be cautious and no longer attack.

When Lou Jing thought of this, he felt a sense of anger, as if he had been fooled by Yang Xian.

"Yang Xian!"
Chapter completed!
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