Chapter 125

Chen Luoyang's words lifted the spirits of everyone in the hall.

Wang Fei's loss of face was his own business, but the Demon Cult lost face as a whole, and it needed to be brought back.

Chen Luoyang's eyes fell on Xiao Yuntian: "Where is the news I asked you to check?"

"Most of them have been returned, and a few are still being sorted and collected." Xiao Yuntian presented a jade slip.

Although the raging and skyrocketing ground fire under the main altar of the Devil's Cult has subsided now, Zhu Rong's burning sky formation is difficult to recover for a while, and can only barely maintain it.

The general arena no longer has a defensive position here.

Therefore, seeing that his leader has made up his mind, Xiao Yuntian no longer persuaded him, but tried his best to cooperate.

Chen Luoyang opened the jade slip, checked it for a while, put it away, and threw it back, Xiao Yuntian quickly caught it.

"Where are Su Ye, Ming Jing, the Third Elder, the Seventh Elder, and Xuan Ming at the moment?" Chen Luoyang asked.

Xiao Yuntian reported: "Mingjing Elder, Jiaozhou Sub-Head Li Hufa, and the Seventh Elder are all on their way back to the main altar. The whereabouts of the Third Elder and Su Ye are still unknown."

Su Wei was a little embarrassed: "Please forgive me, the lord, that brat should be back soon."

"Yuntian, Wang Fei, and Guangyuan stayed behind to help the elders guard the main altar." Chen Luoyang walked down the steps step by step: "The rest, follow this seat, Su Ye and the third elder, tell them to come directly to this seat here."

Wang Fei's eyes lit up: "Brother..."

Chen Luoyang turned to look at him blankly.

Wang Fei suddenly fainted.

Chen Luoyang calmly passed by and walked out of the hall first.

The Demon Sect people behind him hurriedly agreed in unison, and then followed the leader and filed out.

King Kong hurriedly prepared the frame.

Su Wei, the Fourth Elder Chai Han, Lao Shou, Zhang Tianheng, and Lin Dongyi took their disciples from the Demon Sect and boarded the Six Dragon Emperor's chariot with their leader.

The six flood dragons roared and soared again.

In one corner of the palace complex on the Ancient God Peak, a huge hall suddenly rose into the sky, carried by six dragons, flew away from the Ancient God Peak, and traveled far away.

Wang Fei was full of envy and unwillingness, and watched the six dragons fly away into the sky.

"Let's go." Nie Guangyuan beside him said lightly.

Wang Fei withdrew his gaze resentfully, and stared at Nie Guangyuan viciously: "Don't use chicken feathers as arrows, senior brother obviously didn't really blame me, you pretended to be a tiger today, I will immediately peel you to pieces after passing this test!"

Nie Guangyuan was completely unmoved: "Try it?"

Wang Fei's eyes were like copper bells, staring at the thin young man in front of him.

Nie Guangyuan smiled, turned around and left, returning to his White Tiger Palace.

Wang Fei gritted his teeth and followed.

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In a cell in the White Tiger Palace, a weak young man fell to the ground.

There were no instruments of torture on his body, and no obvious bloody wounds could be seen.

But the whole person is like a dilapidated doll, devoid of energy, as if it may collapse at any time.

Only the occasional flash of light in his eyes showed that he still insisted on clenching his teeth.

His right hand has been broken for some time, but the wound is still dripping with blood.

It wasn't cut off by torture to extract a confession from the demon sect, but by the young man himself with a sword.

The young man let out a long breath, raised his head with some difficulty, and revealed a pale face.

It is the sword emperor's closed disciple, "Hui Jian" Shi Jing.

Going back some time, I am afraid that no one would have thought that the dignified Mr. Jiange Wu, the most famous young hero in the vast land of Shenzhou, would be reduced to such a point.

However, Shi Jing now has no choice but to grit his teeth and persist.

After Mohuang Chajia returned to Gushen Peak earlier, he was handed over to the White Tiger Palace.

Life is even worse than when he was imprisoned on the six dragon emperor's chariot.

Shi Jing persisted almost entirely by willpower, to the point of being almost numb.

The scene of the deaths of the second senior brother Xiang Ping and the third senior brother Nie Hua almost became an eternal picture in his mind.

Occasionally, there was an exception, and it was thinking of the fourth senior brother Xie Xingmang who was seriously injured and unconscious.

These did not break him, but instead became the driving force for him to persevere.

"I must persevere, to avenge the second and third senior brothers, and to save the fourth senior brother from danger..."

Shi Jing gritted his teeth and insisted.

Today, though, he didn't feel right.

His eyes darkened, and he gradually lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a strange place.

Previously, there was almost only a single line of thought left, but with a flash of inspiration, he started to turn again.

After Shi Jing observed carefully for a while, he found that he seemed to be no longer in the White Tiger Palace, but somewhere else.

He struggled to stand up, walked to the window and looked out, and then found that he seemed to be in a certain residential house.

Shi Jing was surprised.

The first thought in my mind was, trap?

The demon cultist played both soft and hard ways, intending to drag him back and forth to wear down his vigilance?

Shi Jing was terrified, but he made up his mind again in an instant. If he tried it, the result would hardly be worse than now. He had to be more vigilant and be wary of anyone.

It's just that he is still not sure whether he is still on the ancient god peak, or already at the foot of the mountain.

As the main altar of the Demon Sect, the Ancient God Peak also has areas inside and outside for the family members of the Sect to live and do activities.

If it is still within the scope of the Devil's Cult main altar, how to escape completely is still not an easy task... Shi Jing thought in his heart.

He suspected that someone was secretly watching his every move.

It's just that I don't know what the other party intends to do, whether it is an enemy or a friend.

Those who have the energy to rescue themselves from the heavenly prison and hell in the White Tiger Palace are definitely one of the few high-level figures in the Demon Cult.

Is the other party trying to get him, or is he really betraying the Devil's Cult?

A rare opportunity, Shi Jing took a deep breath, gently pushed the door and walked out.

His hunch was right and wrong.

Someone did help him.

But no one was spying on him.

Those who helped him were extremely careful and did not intend to have any contact with him.

Just arrange many things in advance.

As for whether Shi Jing can successfully escape in the end, it depends on his fortune.

In the clean room, after the sun shines through the window, it forms a dark shadow in the corner of the room.

In the shadows, a person sat quietly.

"The embankment of a thousand miles, the ant's nest has appeared, it's time, and we can't wait any longer."

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another place.

"It was hard to overthrow the main altar of the Devil's Cult before, but it's a pity that the success fell short."

The voice of the speaker was euphemistic, like an eunuch: "Now that the Demon Emperor has left the Ancient God Peak again, is there still a chance?"

Opposite the eunuch, there was a man standing with a huge mask on his face, and his voice was calm and indifferent: "If you can provide another two-pole sky stone, then you can try again."

The eunuch shook his head: "There is only one."

The masked man said: "Then there is no other way. You need a treasure like the bipolar skystone to delay the effect. Otherwise, even if it can detonate the ground fire, I will suffer first if I am the closest."

The eunuch sighed: "What a pity, what a pity."

"It's nothing to be sorry about, at least in a short period of time, the Zhurong Burning Heaven Formation can no longer be relied upon." The masked man said: "The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest. It's gone."