The Heaven Ladder

Seeing that the old man had no sign of waking up, he still lay on the ground and twitched. Xiao Yihan's pupils were suddenly cold. He shook off the elegy of God and patted the old man's thin face.

"Pop pop"

The sound of continuous slaps echoed slowly in drew's house. However, the surviving people were stunned when they saw this scene, staring at Xiao Yihan's pupil full of amazement.

"This boy, he didn't even let go of the body. What a grudge!"

"He said he was the master of jemo, but why haven't I heard of such a strong master?"

"I don't know! Look..."

"Don't... don't fight! Don't fight! I get up! I get up!"

Just as everyone was whispering, a scream suddenly sounded. Hearing the reputation, I saw the old man who had turned his eyes white. At this time, he even stood up and looked at his unclear pronunciation and bloated face. It seemed that he had been beaten.

Looking at the old man quietly, Xiao Yihan couldn't help but evoke a sneer at the corners of his mouth and played with the sad song of God in his hands. His pupils were full of Senran killing intention.

"Pretend to be dead in front of me? Thanks to your imagination! Don't give me ink, take me to find jemo quickly, otherwise..."

After that, Xiao Yihan's pupil suddenly coagulated, and his vitality gushed, and the elegy of God quietly stood at the old man's neck.

The old man felt the blood thirsty gas slowly spreading around his neck. His turbid pupils suddenly contracted, swallowed his saliva hard, and forced out a smile, "I'll take you! Take back your sword! I'll take you now!"

"Go!"

Glancing at the old man indifferently, Xiao Yihan took back the elegy of God, but the surging vitality became more violent.

"Go... Go..."

Looking around, I saw that everyone was evasive. The old man sighed helplessly, his pupils were dark, and turned his head and jumped straight to the hole that Xiao Yihan had hit before.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yihan didn't hesitate and followed up closely.

After Xiao Yihan and the old man disappeared, Norda's drew house was still silent. Everyone looked at the empty space in the distance. For a moment, someone began to run away madly.

"Run! What are you waiting for! The Druid aristocracy is over!"

I don't know who roared. The people who were still hesitant immediately broke their psychological defense line and rushed to the gate one after another.

"What shall we do? Shall we run too?"

"The master of the mansion is also nice to us. It doesn't seem to leave like this..."

"How does it look? Ah? How does it look! What did we finally get after working for him for so many years?"

"Forget it! Forget it! You have to pay attention to love and righteousness! I have little love and righteousness! You wait here, and I'll go first!"

"Wait for me! Let's go!"

Soon, most of the eleven strong warriors rushed to the sky. The rest hesitated for a moment and hurried up. Norda's drew house became silent in less than a incense burning time. The needle dropping could be heard. Looking around, there was no one else.

"Poof"

In the underground passage, a somewhat harsh sound of spitting blood suddenly sounded. When I heard the reputation, I saw the old man with a twisted bent body on his front, his palm tightly covering his chest, and a pool of striking blood at his feet.

"What's the matter? Sad?" he quietly followed the old man. Xiao Yihan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a funny smile popped up at the corners of his mouth. "It's not surprising that what kind of general brings what kind of soldiers, people like you."

Hearing Xiao Yihan's words, the old man secretly bit his teeth and said nothing. The murderous spirit in the turbid pupil was filled with madness. He straightened himself slowly and went straight to the deep.

Feeling that something was wrong with the breath revealed by the old man, Xiao Yihan couldn't help tightening his hand, clenched the hand of God's Elegy, looked around carefully, and slowly followed up.

With the gradual deepening of Xiao Yihan, the whole underground passage came into his eyes.

Looking around, there were rows of dim yellow candlelight. Under the light of the candlelight, the gloomy and terrible iron prison on both sides was revealed. Looking carefully, there are thin and dry figures in the prison.

Wailing, begging for mercy and crying one after another made Xiao Yihan's face gradually gloomy.

"I hope there's nothing wrong with jemo, otherwise... Your head will become the ball under my feet!" Xiao Yihan roared with gnashing teeth as he stared at the bent figure in front of him. While talking, a cold and murderous idea filled his body madly.

Hearing Xiao Yihan's words, the old man's body was suddenly stunned, the turbid pupils gradually narrowed, his legs trembled, and his steps couldn't help slowing down a lot.

"Go!"

Aware of the old man's gaffe, Xiao Yihan suddenly tightened his heart, secretly clenched his teeth, clenched the elegy of God, and almost hit the old man's head with a sword. If he hadn't restrained his anger in time, the old man in this matter would have been a corpse.

The old man who passed by the God of death breathed a sigh of relief slowly. The blood mixed with sweat flowed down his face. He could hardly see his face clearly. "Forget it, go step by step!"

He muttered to himself. The old man secretly bit his teeth. The turbid pupils suddenly coagulated. Without any hesitation, he raised his feet and quickly walked out to the front.

Time passed slowly. I don't know how long it took. The old man's hurried pace suddenly stopped. His turbid pupils stared at the front, and his hands had been tightly clenched into fists.

"Here we are!"

"Here?" hearing the old man's words, Xiao Yihan stared quietly at the front, and his eyebrows could not help wrinkling. The next moment, his clenched fists made a burst of bone explosion.

Looking down Xiao Yihan's eyes, I saw a figure lying quietly in the extremely dark corner in front.

Looking closely, the man's upper body is red fruit, countless iron chains are interspersed in his body, and he is bleeding all over. He can't see his face clearly. The breath revealed is also extremely weak. The most shocking thing is his ferocious wound and his broken arm slowly gushing blood.

"Come with me!" he grabbed the old man's pale and sparse long hair, Xiao Yihan roared, speeded up in an instant, and dragged the old man to rush towards the figure.

It seemed that he was aware of his next fate. The old man's pupils suddenly opened, grabbed Xiao Yihan's arm with both hands, and began to resist.

"Let go of me! Let go of me! You little man, I'll take you..."

"Pa"

With a harsh slap, the old man immediately calmed down, blood surged in his mouth, broken teeth flew in disorder, a pair of turbid pupils had completely become empty, sobbed, kicked his legs, and fainted in the twinkling of an eye.

"Bang"

As soon as he threw the old man aside, Xiao Yihan rushed to the bloody figure.

"Jiemo..." he gently lifted up his bloody face. Xiao Yihan couldn't help shouting. After seeing the face of the figure, a strong hatred gradually appeared in his pupils, "master, it's late!"

He hurriedly touched Jiemo's body. Xiao Yihan breathed a long breath, and a touch of relaxation surged on his face. Without hesitation, he quickly took out a pill and fed it into his mouth.

Gently put down Jiemo's body. Xiao Yihan looked very dignified at this time. He squatted aside and began to wait quietly.

As time went by, I don't know how long it took. Jemo's body suddenly squirmed a little. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw the faces of the people around him, a layer of water mist burst into his bloodshot pupils, and the corners of his mouth smiled and cried. It was really distressing to look at him.

"Master! It's useless!"