Yunluo soon regretted it.

Walking down from the top of the Heavenly Prison, you can hear the prisoner's wail and gasp in your ears all the time. Within the sight, there was a lot of blood, and various torture instruments filled the torture room. Every place under your feet seemed to have been stained with blood, and every corner seemed to have a pair of vicious eyes staring at her.

Therefore, according to the old man, there are eighteen layers of hell in the Nine-Dimens, including tongue pulling out, steamer, copper pillar, knife mountain, oil pan... All the little ghosts who enter hell will suffer all the tortures, wail day and night, and will never be reborn.

This Dongchang Tianzhuo is the hell on earth.

Yun Luo felt creepy, his vest was chilling, and every move was as heavy as a pound. At first, he was still holding on to his "backbone". After going down to the second and third levels, he no longer cared about his shame or not.

She lowered her head, held Wang Dong's arm tightly with both hands, and pressed her body up like a koala, almost walking by Wang Dong.

Accompanied by the sound of "tick" footsteps, the group of four quickly went down to the ninth floor. As for other factories, the warriors were not allowed to follow, and Cao Zhengchun ordered them to wait outside.

The ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison has penetrated more than ten feet deep into the ground. There is no candlelight or whining inside. It is dead and dark, and it is incompatible with the whole world, like a place forgotten by the world.

This is the place where the imperial court detained top martial arts masters. In addition to being tightly guarded, all walls were filled with copper and iron, and it went deep into the ground. It was a real iron wall.

Even if this is a martial arts world with extraordinary power, far from comparable to the historical world of the same period, the manpower and material resources consumed to create such a heavenly prison are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Swish!

Cao Zhengchun lit an oil lamp, and the dim light spread out quickly. It was vague to see dozens of prisons in the huge space, most of which were empty, and there were only vague figures in the dozen prisons.

Of course, this kind of ambiguity is only compared to Yunluo. For the emperor, such as Cao Zhengchun, the Tiangang boy who has been meticulous for fifty years, has reached an incredible level for ordinary people. Even if the realm is not as good as that, in terms of combat power, ordinary martial arts masters may not be able to defeat him.

For Cao Zhengchun, the birth of the empty room was just a matter of little trouble.

Cao Zhengchun looked around and glanced at every figure in the prison. These imprisoned top masters were all broken by their hands and feet. In addition, their limbs were also wrapped in steel chains as thick as arms. Several of them were even worn with pipa bones, describing miserable and extremely depressed.

"Master, that ancient three links..." Cao Zhengchun looked at it and did not find the target of this trip.

Crazy! Crazy!

Hearing Cao Zhengchun's voice, the steel chains in a prison on the left rammed, and then a hoarse and unpleasant sound came out, as if the strange owl was whistling: "Old Dog Cao, you are not dead yet!"

Yunluo turned his head and looked at him, and was shocked and staggered and fell back several steps.

Under the thick shadow, a figure with a short torso, only three feet long, a big head as big as a bucket, a blue-purple and black face, and a protruding whites of eyes. It is hard to tell whether it is a human or a ghost.

"Cao Zhengchun, what kind of monster is he...?" Yun Luo said in surprise.

"Monster! The title of princess is just right. This person is a natural freak. He was once called "Ghost Boy". His ghost shadow magic skills are unpredictable, and his light skills are unparalleled in the world. In order to catch him, the Dongchang under my command, the Jinyiwei, was all the elite troops of the Jinyiwei, lost nearly two hundred good players, and then he tried his best to capture him."

Cao Zhengchun glanced at the ghost boy with a smile on his face.

"Old Gou Cao, if you hadn't bought my husband's traitor and plotted against me, you would have deserved to catch me with your wine bags?" The ghost boy's voice was filled with endless resentment.

"A success and defeat of the enemy. Victory means victory, defeat is defeat. Ghost boy, you are also a master of your generation. Why do you have to bark like this? Don't let this governor look down on you."

Cao Zhengchun said slowly.

Wang Dong stood with his hands behind his back and glanced at Cao Zhengchun.

Cao Zhengchun is really qualified to say this. At least when he was defeated by Zhu Tiedan, he did not make any ugly behavior of begging for mercy and begging for mercy. He immediately broke his heart with his remaining skills and died, and was a hero of a generation.

"Ghost boy?" Yun Luo calmed his mind a little, and then he appeared as a martial arts fanatic. He pressed his swordsman's hair and said, "Are all the prisoners here powerful martial arts?"

"If you don't have top skills, you won't be qualified to be detained here."

Cao Zhengchun chuckled and calculated: "Since the establishment of the Ninth Level of the Tianzhuo, it has been 86 years since its establishment. During this period, a total of 136 people were imprisoned, all of which were rare top experts in the world. There are still thirteen people left in this level, of which four are the most difficult to deal with."

Yunluo said curiously: "Those four people?"

"This is the first person, of course, the ghost boy is the most important. His martial arts are at most average among these thirteen people, but his high light skills are truly the first person in 60 years." Cao Zhengchun's tone was admirable.

The ghost boy snorted coldly, but closed his eyes and said nothing.

"Old Gou Cao, you fart!" A voice with a clanging sound of gold and iron appeared to be a bit weak and weak, and coldly chirped in, "Even if he is a ghost boy, he deserves to be the best in 60 years. How can my holy scholar Tianmei Girl's light skills be weaker than that of him?"

When Yunluo and his men heard the sound, they all turned their eyes to each other.

The speaker was as thin as a firewood, his hair was dry and without any luster. Two long hooks made of fine steel spread his pipa bones across, but he seemed to be numb, with no pain on his face, but his eyes flashed with a little ferocity.

"Oh! I said who it is? It turns out to be the old man of White Bone. Your devil is very strong, and you haven't died yet." Cao Zhengchun seemed to have just discovered this person, but he said in surprise in his tone: "This person is the White Bone Demon among the ten demons of the Demon Sect. It is said that after his White Bone Refining Magic Body has reached its peak, he is invulnerable to swords and guns, as hard as a rock. There is almost no power in this world that can destroy it. What a pity!"

"What a pity?" Yun Luo was the one who asked.

Cao Zhengchun sighed softly: "It's a pity that he has not yet cultivated the magic skills and fell on Zhu Tiedan's hand. Otherwise, the governor would really want to use my Tiangang Boy skills to refine his demons in a while, hey!"

The Tiangang Boy Training that Cao Zhengchun practiced for fifty years has nurtured a mouthful of pure Yang Gang Qi. He has long tempered his flesh shell and polished it to a piece of iron, indestructible, and with Tiangang protecting his body, it is the same as invasive of water and fire and invulnerable to swords and guns.

"He was actually captured by the emperor?" Yun Luo only noticed Cao Zhengchun's first sentence.

"Zhu Tiebian!Zhu Tiebian! Damn!"

Hearing the three words Zhu Tiedan, the White Bone Demon became manic, with a faint reluctance in his eyes, and only he knew how miserable he had defeated Zhu Wushi at the beginning. He tried his best to force Zhu Wushi's real ability from the beginning to the end.

At this time, Wang Dong slowly stepped forward, his eyes clear, and he stared at the white bone demon.

The White Bone Demon suddenly felt a creepy feeling, as if all his thoughts and secrets were hidden under this gaze, and he couldn't help but shout, "Boy, what are you watching?"

Wang Dong ignored it at all. He was just the only thing he was excited about, and wanted to see how strange the so-called white bone refining magic body was, so that he could see through his energy.

As far as you see, he has seen all the mysteries of the White Bone Demonic Technique. This method cannot be said to be ordinary. If Wang Dong is still at the level of a master of martial arts or even a master, this method can make him more profitable.

But for him now, it is too shallow and crude. If he is still in a state of perfection and perfection, he can easily create seventeen or eighteen methods of body refining that are not inferior to the white bones and demons.

"Boy, Old Dog Cao called you 'Sage'. Could it be that the old emperor has died? How many years have you ascended the throne? There is no light in the prison all year round. I don't know how long I have been imprisoned."

A light voice came from the prison opposite the White Bone Demon. The speaker sat on the ground, as stable as a mountain. Although his clothes were torn and dirty, he had a demeanor of not being afraid of favor and disgrace, but his face was narrow and long, and he was terrifyingly pale.
Chapter completed!