Mozun's coffin can't be held down anymore

Just half a month ago, when he forged a divine sense to track the whereabouts of Chu Yan and others, the man imprisoned in the stone room on the sea floor almost broke free from the chains and escaped from the stone room while he was away.

Fortunately, he found out in time, otherwise, if someone really slipped away from here, the plan he had planned for hundreds of years would come to naught at this last moment.

The chains rewound around the man's limbs.

Already disheveled and covered in blood, the man was hung expressionlessly by chains in the middle of the stone room.

It has been half a month since he tried to escape, and during this half month, he has not entered the previous state of madness again.

This will not work.

If it wasn't for his continuous nourishment of resentment, how could the baby on the sea become the black air that it is now?

The old man in white robe coldly glanced at the fish fins frozen in the cold crystal in front of the man, and frowned.

Bihua's fish fin is very useful, using it as a guide, coupled with the formation he applied here, can always lead his unwilling junior to be blinded by hatred and fall into a state of madness.

But now, this method that has been used for 300 years suddenly doesn't work?

The old man in white robe raised his hand, and the chains around the man's neck and arms tightened, hanging him a little higher.

The man didn't move at all, letting the white-robed old man sway without even looking over his eyes.

As if no matter what happened around him, it had nothing to do with him.

"Junior Brother, why are you doing this?"

The white-robed old man clenched his palms tightly, and the chains in the stone room tightened with his movements. The scabbed wounds on the man's body opened again, and blood slid down his heels, pattering to the ground.

The old man in white robe sighed hypocritically, and said, "Junior Brother, why are you doing this?"

"Struggling is futile. If you delay for one more day, Bi Hua's soul will be tortured for one more day." The corner of the white-robed old man's lips turned slightly, "If you cooperate with senior brother to facilitate this big formation, senior brother If you succeed, you will loosen the restraints on your body and the fins, and let you bury Bi Hua, how about that?"

He said it easily.

But like a sharp knife, piercing the man's heart.

It seemed to remind him of the torture Bihua suffered before his death.Aren't those sufferings all thanks to him?Now, what a good man said about the burial was just to stimulate him and make him seal the demon again!

The man bit the tip of his tongue lightly. Years of torture had already made him numb to the pain. This pain was nothing to him. Only the smell of blood in his mouth reminded him to stay vigilant, don't fall into his path at this time !

Back then... Back then, he was provoked by him and fell into the trap he had set up long ago, causing Bihua to die in the end for saving him.

Thinking of the past, the man's heart ached.

This kind of pain is the pain of regret, and it is thousands of times better than the pain of the body.

Finally, he raised his head and gave the old man in white robe a look.

Not hatred, but determination and contempt.

"Daoming, as I said, even if you do all the tricks and evil deeds, you will never get what you want."

"How can a person like you be allowed by heaven to ascend to the upper realm!"

"A person like me?" The white-robed old man smiled instead of anger, and then laughed more and more wantonly, as if he had heard something particularly ridiculous.

"Junior brother, at this age, you are still so naive."

"Could it be that you think that only those who punish evil, promote good, and act chivalrously are worthy of ascending to the upper realm? Ignorance!"

He raised his hand and pointed, as if across the deep sea, pointing to the illusory ladder in the sky.

"The ladder of heaven does not look at good and evil, and those who can climb it."

"Daoyuan, you and I are brothers, and I will give you a chance to watch the brother soar to the upper world with your own eyes!"

The embarrassed man trapped by the chains is exactly the master, Patriarch Daoyuan, whom the disciples of Luxia Peak miss.

He spent 300 years in the bottom of the sea.

During this period, when I was sane, I could count them with two hands.

It's not that he didn't want to escape.In fact, Daoming didn't stay here all the time. Most of the time, he was the only one in this empty seabed stone room.

The most recent escape was just a year ago.

The stone room was hit by an external impact, the chains were loose, and the restraints were also damaged. At that time, he felt the breath of the disciples of Luxia Peak. Want to break out of the stone chamber.

Immediately, he saw the "spiritual bodies" that were intertwined with evil thoughts and surged on the bottom of the sea outside the stone chamber.These spirit bodies have powerful auras, and alone they can match his strength. He could have hidden the aura and escaped as soon as possible, but he felt that the aura of the disciple of Luxia Peak was hundreds of miles away. Already headed that way.

Although I don't know which of his disciples will appear in the Formless Sea.

But he can't escape, not only can't escape, but he also wants to lure those ghosts back, and he must never let them have a chance to hurt his disciple.

In this way, he missed the best opportunity to escape.

Thousands of nautical miles away.

On the black spiritual boat surrounded by patches of "fluorescence", the three of Chang Qiong were also talking about this matter.

"You mean, you sensed your master's aura and wanted to find it, and then you met those ghosts?" Elder Mai frowned, "How do you know that the aura was not intentionally faked by someone else to lure you over? ?”

"No, that's Master!" Chang Qiong insisted, seeing that Elder Mai was still full of disbelief, she hastily explained: "After Hun Ling chased me, the aura suddenly increased several times, attracting all Hun Ling. Besides Master, who else would do this, regardless of his own safety, to save me."

"The wound on my neck was left by Hun Ling." Chang Qiong pointed to the wound on her neck and said, "Those Hun Ling are extremely powerful and can easily kill me. If someone really wants to attack me, You don’t need to pretend to be Master’s aura, just kill or kidnap me directly. Only Master can save me like this, and only my Master has such a powerful ability.”

That's the truth.

Elder Mai didn't question him again.

Those Sovereign Masters and elders of the Lingxiao Sect are not of good character, but this Daoyuan Patriarch, who is still missing, sounds like a human being.

At least, in terms of being a teacher, he is much more reliable than his senior brother Daoming.

The closed-door disciple who didn't see Daoming was taken away by them for several months. Daoming didn't even say a word, and from the beginning to the end, he never sent anyone to ask for it.

Comparing the two, you can see who is superior!
That old thief Daoming is really nothing.

On this point, the views of the three people in Lingzhou were surprisingly consistent.