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He went to the toilet, how could there be so many strange sounds?

"What's going on?"

Some disciples of the Vastheaven Sect came over and treated the little monk very unkindly.

"Please forgive us, this is a guest invited by Third Martial Uncle. He might have had a bad stomach, but …" "Some of them are different …"

He tried to be tactful with his words, afraid that the people inside would hear him.

"F * ck!"

In the bathroom, Zhong Wentao finally gave up.

He couldn't take the jade away at all. It had grown from the ground, and it was as if it had sprouted from the ground. No matter what he did, he couldn't get hold of it.

After he washed his hands and accepted his fate, he heard someone knocking on his door and telling him to leave immediately.

"I'm not ready yet."

He didn't plan to leave so soon.

Zhong Wentao had no choice but to step forward and open the door. In the instant the door opened, he dodged to the side and allowed the person holding the rod rushed in, and fiercely smashed him onto the ground.

"Senior apprentice-brother!"

Many people outside saw this scene and were extremely shocked.

Zhong Wentao knew that he had stirred up trouble, and did not stay, taking advantage of the lack of reaction from the people outside, and quickly rushed out.

The young monk that brought him here was already unconscious on the ground.

"Halt!"

"Don't run!"

"Catch him!"

Zhong Wentao was running in front, followed by the disciples of the Vastheaven Sect, chasing after him.

Even five hundred years ago, Zhong Wentao had never enjoyed such treatment.

He turned left and right, not knowing where he was going.

There was a bump on the ground that he did not see, and he fell to the ground.

He quickly stood up, looked at the person who was about to catch up to him, then fiercely kicked the protrusion on the ground, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Who knew that in the next second, the entire ground would start to tremble and the protrusion would become larger and larger, as if something that was sleeping underneath the ground had awoken.

"You can do that?"

As he said that, he turned to run, knowing that he had touched upon some of Vastheaven Sect's secrets.

Before this, he might have been sent back, but now, if he was caught, he would undoubtedly die!

Just as he was about to continue running, the ground suddenly caved in. His hands clawed at the air wildly, but he still fell down instantly.

In the next second, the ground returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

The bulge was still there, but it seemed to have been hidden even more.

"Crap!"

A group of disciples rushed over, and all of them had ugly expressions. They understood that something that they could not salvage had happened.

An outsider had discovered the secret of the Vastheaven Sect, and even they did not know what was happening on the ground. No matter how hard they searched, they could not find the entrance to the underground.

"Hurry up and report this to third uncle!"

The group of people shouted and hurriedly ran towards Third Martial Uncle.

Beneath the ground, Zhong Wentao landed directly. The fall was so painful that it felt as if every bone in his body had been dislocated.

Struggling to his feet, his expression was extremely ugly.

Looking at his surroundings, he felt as if he had fallen into an underground cave. Huge candles were burning all around him, shining with a dim light.

"Is anyone there?"

This was clearly a place similar to an ancient basement. There were no decorations, and there weren't even any items placed inside.

The response was an empty echo, his own voice.

There shouldn't be anyone here. It was a deserted place, but with such a large space in here and the presence of a mechanism, it definitely wasn't as simple as it seemed. There was something wrong here!

He quickly walked back and forth in the cave, hoping to find some clues.

On the surface, when the third master heard that Zhong Wentao had fallen into the ground, his expression became extremely ugly.

That was a forbidden area, one that could not be entered.

"Third Uncle?"

The disciples quietly asked, also very curious as to why the ground would suddenly crack open and then close itself.

"There's no need to say anything more. No one is allowed to talk about this matter, and no one is allowed to ask about it."

As the Third Martial Uncle spoke, he prepared to return to his room.

"You're not looking for that person anymore?"

"Since he fell in, he will never come out. If you guys are curious, you can learn from him."

With that, the Third Martial Uncle did not come out.

The disciples could only leave quickly. No one wanted to think about what had just happened, and all they thought was that Zhong Wentao had already died.

On the other side, Zhong Wentao was walking alone in the huge underground, observing every single place. He wanted to know the secret of this place.

The Vastheaven Sect was an evil sect that refined evil energy. It killed countless people and imprisoned souls, becoming the cornerstone of their cultivation.

Although these disciples looked different from the people from five hundred years ago, the Third Martial Uncle was still the Third Martial Uncle. To keep the same face alive for five hundred years meant that there must be some secret.

This was not the only thing that worried him. Maybe the people from Vastheaven Sect were all alive, but his master had died too many years ago.

A light moan sounded out, attracting Zhong Wentao's attention.

It stopped in front of a huge stone tablet, and the moaning sound came from under the stone tablet.

There was a soul underneath the stone tablet. It was unknown how many years it had been under it. The souls of the seven souls and six souls had already shattered, but it still persisted on not being completely destroyed.

Maybe the stone tablet's evil force was not strong enough to destroy it.

"Who are you?"

Lifting his head, Zhong Wentao asked softly.

There was only a sliver of its soul left. It could only let people feel its pain, but not communicate with others.

If Zhong Wentao had discovered this place a few days later, his soul would have disappeared.

After walking around the stone monument twice, he could feel a deep resentment.

No wonder the Vastheaven Sect wanted to make a move against Zheng Yu. They wanted to obtain the Grudges Bone, and gather all the grudges and grudges, so that the Grudges Bone would be even stronger. It would be used by them, just like what they had wanted to do five hundred years ago.

Back then, since he could get rid of the bone, he could definitely get rid of it now as well!

He reached out his hand to push the stone tablet, but he could feel that there was an invisible barrier surrounding the stone tablet that directly sent him back.

The greater the strength used in using this kind of barrier, the greater the force that was bounced back.

If it could not be opened from the inside, there was no solution to this barrier.

It was a pity that the souls inside had been tortured to the point that they didn't have the ability to struggle free.

Reaching out his hand, he drew a rune in the air with his spirit energy and snapped his left finger. A wisp of flame burned the formless rune in the air at the tip of his finger.

Whoosh!

A huge fire was ignited in the air, illuminating the ground.

With this monolith as the head, there were thousands of these monoliths in the depths behind it.

Every stone tablet had words on them that he could not understand, as if they were recording the identity of the soul beneath the stone tablet. This kind of scene forced Zhong Wentao to back up three steps, he covered his heart with his hands, and felt the pain.

"Ah …"

He kneeled on the floor, and tears started streaming down his face.

Pain, it was too painful.

He kept looking around, trying to find the person who had attacked him, but he couldn't.

He curled up on the ground, the pain in his body becoming more distinct. His heart felt like it was about to tear apart. It was as if something was squeezing his body from outside.

"Eh …"

His face was twisted, and his eyes were wide as if he was about to fall out of their sockets in the next second.

"Ah …"

His body tried to crawl away, wanting to leave this place.

The burning flames in the air gathered that much resentment. The resentment was suppressing his body, about to completely crush him.

No wonder no one came to look for him after falling down. They all knew that he was dead for sure.

He crawled on the ground with great difficulty, leaving long marks on the ground. The skin that was exposed made contact with the ground and drew many bloody lines, but he didn't care.

Behind him, many streams of black Qi shot out from the stone tablet. They were like large hands pulling his body, not allowing him to advance.

He didn't dare to turn back. If he met the eyes of these vengeful spirits, his soul would also be buried under the stone tablet, never to leave this place.

These vengeful spirits were originally humans. Due to certain reasons, they fell down here, becoming single vengeful spirits that were imprisoned here.

This was the Vastheaven Sect's secret, these vengeful spirits should not exist.

The reason the Vastheaven Sect locked them up here was to continue reproducing the vengeful spirits.

"I have to leave!"

With such a firm conviction, he didn't dare to relax in the slightest. He continued to lie down on the ground, not caring about the blood stains that had appeared on the ground.

Time passed bit by bit, and when he arrived at a place that the vengeful spirits were unable to reach, the pulling force on his body suddenly decreased by a lot. It was because the vengeful spirits had given up.

Zhong Wentao was unable to say a word, and could only cough.

A huge echo resounded, causing the surrounding space to become even more terrifying.

He quickly took out his cell phone and wanted to call for help, but unfortunately, he didn't have any signal on the ground.

His body's injuries were not yet healed. His left hand was torn, which only made it worse.

He sat on the ground with much difficulty and leaned against the huge stone on his back, carefully observing the stone monument in the distance.

These stone tablets were strange to begin with. The suppressed souls were clearly shattered, but they still had powerful abilities. Especially when all these souls attacked at the same time, it was as if even he would lose his life here.

If there were to be more of these types of souls in the future, the people of Vastheaven Sect would have to control this world.

No!

Maybe the people from the Vastheaven Sect were also unable to deal with this matter and could only leave them in this abandoned place.

If that was the case, he would be in even greater danger.

He quickly got up and checked the situation, only being able to enter and not leave.

They were afraid that the things inside would run out. When the people from Vastheaven Sect were designing this place, there was no exit at all.

The oxygen here wasn't enough to sustain him for many days, he wouldn't be able to live long even if he didn't eat or drink. Even after he died, his soul would still be trapped here, unable to leave.

All of this was well planned out, and even he was a little afraid.

Five hundred years had passed, and the Vastheaven Sect's methods of torturing others had increased.

He pulled out the dagger from his calf and used it to climb up. It was much closer to the ground.

There were no steel bars in this huge basement, but it could support the empty ground. Walking on it was like walking on flat ground. It must have been done using some sort of method.

It wasn't easy for him to reach the small flat ground. From the air, he could see that the stone tablet was actually a formation!