Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 304 Sorry, I'm Late

As night fell, a huge moon rose in the sky of Longdiyu, so huge that it seemed about to fall, and even the bright starry sky seemed within reach.

In the dense forest, the huge leaves suddenly rattled, and a black shadow flew out, like a shooting star across the starry sky, heading straight to the west.

Sunken Mountain, the most desolate place in the Dragon Emperor Territory.

The entire Zakong Mountain was wrapped in a huge spirit-sealing curse, and no trace of heaven and earth spiritual energy could enter. The huge mountain range was barren, and over time, it became a barren mountain.

The mountain is so high and the rocks are jagged. Under the moonlight, compared with the surrounding emerald green mountains, the Zengkong Mountain is like a huge hairless monster, and the Prison Dragon Pagoda standing on the top of the mountain is like a giant monster with sharp edges. sharp corners.

Four thick black chains extend down from the top of the five-storey Prison Dragon Pagoda, and the ends are tied to four standing black iron pillars.Whether it's the chains or the iron pillars, golden streamers are constantly shining, making the entire mountaintop shimmer with a golden color.

And every time it flickers, the entire vermilion prisoner dragon tower will also flicker, and a huge golden dragon will light up, coiling the entire prisoner dragon tower, and it seems that in the next second, that thick and powerful dragon body can smash the entire tower .

This is the unique seal of the Dragon Prison Tower, which imprisons all the sinful dragons in it. The giant dragon that flashes from time to time on the tower is nothing but the condensed spiritual power of the seal.

A seal that can only enter, but cannot exit.

The sound of the desolate wind passed by, and the dry earth pulled up a piece of black sand, swaying in the bright moonlight.

"call……"

A black shadow descended from the sky and stood silently on the top of the mountain.

Slightly raising his head, Wang Mu cast his superb eyes on the tall giant tower in front of him. After confirming that there were no other masters around the mountain, he started to walk towards the dark door on the first floor of the Prison Dragon Tower.

The golden dragon on the Dragon Prison Tower is still appearing from time to time, and every time it appears, a large piece of golden light blooms. In the brilliance, Wang Mu's small and silent black figure reveals a sharp and tragic look. breath.

"Crack! Kick! Kick!"

At this time, in the Prison Dragon Pagoda, clear and ear-splitting sounds were constantly ringing out, echoing in the empty tower for a long time.

The five-story building is in the shape of a hollow cylinder. Standing below and looking up, you can have a full view of the entire tower structure at a glance.

There are four floors below, each floor has eight stone gates. The stone gates are evenly distributed on the wall of the giant tower, forming a circle. On each gate, there is a fire dragon totem. The golden seal is slowly flickering, imprisoning the sin dragons in each door.

Each floor is surrounded by a corridor more than two meters wide. On the east and west sides of each corridor, there is a dragon master sitting cross-legged, and there are eight masters on the fourth floor.

Only the fifth floor is empty, and there are no stone gates on the walls around it, only a corridor with a vermilion fence around it.

On the top of the entire giant tower, there is a conical iron pillar hanging down. The iron pillar is burning red and shining brightly, making the temperature inside the entire giant tower extremely high.

This conical iron pillar just extended in the center of the fifth floor, and a person was tied to it with a black iron chain, a woman with a graceful figure, a snow-white body, and long silver hair.

Looking up from under the giant tower, I was facing the red iron pillar hanging upside down from the top of the tower, and the woman tied to it was obviously being tortured, and I didn't know how long it had been.

"Crack! Kick! Kick!"

There were three more ear-shattering sounds, and there were also masters in Chinese clothes standing at both ends of the corridor on the fifth floor, one of them was holding a long whip, and kept beating the woman who was tied to the iron pillar.

The woman's whole body was covered with a faint layer of body-protecting spiritual power, like ice crystals, which complemented the redness of the iron pillar behind her, and continued to make a chi-chi sound, as if the ice crystal was being melted by the red-hot iron pillar.

And the golden whip, every time it falls, the spiritual power of body protection on the woman's body will be torn into large pieces, and then replenished by the spiritual power in the body.

It was undoubtedly painful, like a skin-cutting pain, but the woman's gorgeous face was expressionless, her pair of ice-blue eyes were faintly flickering, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth as she looked ahead.

She seemed to be thinking about something, completely ignoring the heat from the red iron pillar behind her and the whipping of the long whip.

The sound of clicking, clicking, cracking continued, and the golden whip tore through the spiritual power of the woman's body protection time and time again, causing the ice crystals to splash, but she remained indifferent the whole time, but every time the whip fell, it would make the delicate body Trembling slightly.

"Hello? Is one hundred blows enough?" At this moment, the man in the Chinese suit opposite asked lazily.

Hearing this, the man holding the long whip frowned slightly, lowered his head in thought, and curled his lips: "It seems to be enough, and it seems to have hit a few more times."

"Just hit as many times as you want. It's been hundreds of years, how can I keep such accurate records every day, anyway, she doesn't care." Another man raised his eyes to look at the woman on the iron pillar, and said nonchalantly.

"Tell me, are all the ice demons so stupid? Is it hard to be soft? Does she think that the Dragon Emperor will compromise? What a joke! With this woman's beauty and talent, if she can be soft to the Dragon Emperor, Maybe you can still be selected into the imperial palace, isn't it better than staying in this ghost place?" The man holding the long whip said while retracting the long whip.

For hundreds of years, this was their only form of entertainment every day, whipping the woman a hundred times, and then chatting.

This is the order of the Dragon Emperor, trapped in the Dragon Pagoda, and burned every day, plus the pain of whipping.

For hundreds of years, every day has been like this...

Another man in fine clothes raised his eyes, looked at the woman's indifferent face, even with a faint smile, and frowned slightly, secretly admiring her. This woman has more character than many men. For hundreds of years, Didn't even speak a few words to them.

"Bingyue, don't be delusional. This is the Prison Dragon Pagoda, which is under the exclusive control of the Dragon Emperor, and no one will come to rescue you." Shaking his head, the man in Chinese clothes shouted.

Bingyue was already indifferent, her icy blue eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"I advise you to give in to the Dragon Emperor. It has been hundreds of years, and you, the seventh-level Da Luo Jinxian, have only two levels of cultivation left. Do you want to be so persistent? You are not afraid of being trapped to death in this prisoner dragon." tower?"

"What is being trapped to death?" The other man gave Bingyue a blank look, and said leisurely: "With the Dragon Emperor's temper, she will not be trapped to death here. If she does not repent, she will definitely be wiped out physically and mentally." .”

"Did you hear that? Are you afraid?" the man shouted again.

"Did you hear what we said! Ask you! Kacha!" The man with the whip suddenly became furious, and swung the long whip again, landing on Bingyue's body.

Finally, Bingyue had a reaction, she lowered her head, and her eyes fell on the face of the whip-wielding man. The cold and empty eyes made the man's heart tremble unnaturally, and his brows were suddenly furrowed.

Bingyue's smile did not change, and she spoke.

The moon is so round today, which reminds her of many things from the past, so she is in a good mood.

"I never expected someone to save me, and I never thought of compromising with you, just like him." Slightly raised his head, that pale and beautiful face looked at the girl through a hole-shaped window on the top of the tower. Looking at the bright moonlight outside, the cold voice came again, "I, the Ice Demon Clan, was born cold, how could I be afraid of this icy world."

"Don't change your nature! Hit again!" Taking a deep breath, the man before was also a little annoyed, and grinned.

Ever since, the cracking sound sounded again, and the long whip was swung more fiercely, like Bingyue's unyielding, which made them ashamed of themselves, so they became angry from embarrassment.

"Bingyue, I'm sorry, I'm late."

At this moment, a soft and clear voice came, like a waveless water flowing freely in the Prisoner Dragon Pagoda.

"Whoa!"

For a moment, the other eight masters all stared, and together with the two masters on the fifth floor, they focused their eyes on the tower.

Below the giant tower, on the black and smooth ground, a dark figure slowly walked in, and finally stood in the center of the hall on the first floor.

He raised his head, and the face wearing the dragon pattern mask appeared in everyone's eyes.

On the red iron pillar, Bingyue's gaze, which had been frozen for hundreds of years, suddenly became turbulent, and the spiritual power of the body protection on the delicate body also became restless, as if the whole person had melted.

The smile at the corner of her mouth became brighter, and mist formed in her ice-blue eyes.

Although he was reincarnated as a human being, the other party's vast and clear eyes were exactly the same as before.

"I'm not afraid, I knew you would come." She suppressed crying, but her voice couldn't help trembling.

The ten masters are Ning Mei, where did the stinky boy come from, he ran to the Prison Dragon Pagoda to seek death.

"Who are you? Don't you know where this is?"

"You don't care who he is, if you enter the Prisoner Dragon Pagoda, you're looking for death, and you can't get out even if you want to."

"Hello? Kid, you look very professional. What do you want to do? Save people?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

All the masters stood up, taunted, and then roared with laughter.

"That's right, I'm here to save people." Wang Mu withdrew his gaze from Bingyue's face, and there was a hint of chill in his smile.

For hundreds of years, they have treated a spotless and holy woman like a lotus like this.

"Hahahaha..." Listening to Wang Mu's calm words, people laughed even more unscrupulously.

"Are you really here to save people? Hahaha... let me see what kind of cultivation it is? Wow... the out-of-body period! Hahahaha... I laughed so hard!"

"Ahem, I, I have never seen such a bold person, are you stupid? Hahaha... Do you know how many people have tried to save people from the Prison Dragon Pagoda? There are dozens of them. I got up, there were several Da Luo Jinxians who came together, but unfortunately, they all died here! Don’t you smell the sorrow of the dead souls here? Haha..."

People laughed and laughed, feeling that they had encountered the funniest thing in history.

Wang Mu was also laughing, and the chill in his eyes became more and more intense. Amidst the laughter of people leaning forward and back together, he flipped his hands, and three shiny and jade-white pills emerged in his hands. There are four bloodstains flowing alternately on the medicine.

(End of this chapter)