Ye Fan listened carefully to the passage found in the maze and found that there were a lot of dull footsteps deep in the passage.

It seemed that a group of people were digging underground rocks, hauling heavy objects, rubbing the ground, and shouting loudly and whipping.

"There seems to be many people below. Or ghost clans? We are afraid we are not opponents! The ghost disciple, the leader of the sand bandit, has already made us feel very embarrassed when we attacked Shazhai. If a group of ghost disciples with strength as ghost faces appear, we may not be able to survive."

Zhao Zhong lay on the rock and listened for a while, exclaimed in a low voice, his face turned pale.

He regretted it a little, so he came to the underground palace to look for treasures. Before the treasure was found, he found a large group of martial masters of the ghost clan. This was so unlucky.

The other people also showed surprise and suspicion, and they also heard the noisy sounds underground.

At least the number of people underground is dozens of times more than the seven martial masters, which is simply a huge number of lives.

"I'm afraid the sound below is not all the ghost clans! Otherwise, there would be no sound of yelling and whipping. I'll go down to see the situation first, and you'll come down later!"

Ye Fan shook his head and thought to say to everyone.

Then, he used the flash step technique, and a few flashed bodies and quietly passed through the hundred-foot-long passage leading to the underground.

He was close to the rock wall and looked inside carefully.

At the exit is a stone gate, inside is a very huge underground palace with large pieces of rock bricks on the ground. The edges of the palace are almost impossible to see, and it is estimated that it is less than ten miles away.

This shocked Ye Fan.

Such a large underground palace occupies almost half of the canyon oasis on the ground. Although it is an underground palace, it is not pitch black. Many places are burning with raging torches, illuminating some of the dull land.

At various heights of the underground palace, there were vaguely standing no less than a dozen ghost disciples wearing black armor, wearing a colored mask covering their faces, holding long whips, patrolling back and forth, and shouting loudly to the distance from time to time.

Their masks were exactly the same as the one worn by the leader of the bandit bandit.

Scattered around this underground palace are hundreds of people in ragged clothes and chains and shackles. Most of them are digging rocks with mine shovels in hand. A few are carrying rocks. Dozens are building underground palace buildings, which seems to be expanding this huge underground palace.

These prisoners who were working were a little lazy and cursed the black armor who was patrolling and supervising everywhere, and whipped it hard.

Perhaps the black-clad ghost disciples were very sure that no one could break in, so they did not arrange guards at the door. The ghost disciples had limited staff and were supervising the prisoners to work.

"More than ten ghost disciples and hundreds of imprisoned human race... are renovating this underground palace?!"

Ye Fan gradually understood something in his heart.

Although he was not sure why the ghost disciples wanted to transform this underground palace, the number of people in this underground palace was estimated by him.

The number of ghost disciples is not large, but he is not sure about the cultivation level of these ghost disciples, so he dare not take action easily.

This underground palace is at least ten miles away, with only more than a dozen ghost disciples, and they cannot even monitor every corner of the underground palace.

Soon, Mu Bing, Qin Yuer and others also sneaked to him.

“How is the situation?”

"Fortunately, there are not too many ghost disciples! However, we must first understand their cultivation strength before we can start."

“How to do it?”

"There are no less than three or four hundred prisoners here. They must have some understanding of the strength of these ghost disciples! We lurked over and asked someone to ask!"

"But they are all working. If someone stops, the ghost disciple will definitely find out."

“They always have a break.”

..

Ye Fan and everyone sneaked into this huge underground palace from a remote and dull dead corner.

More than a dozen ghost disciples could not have monitored every corner of the underground palace, and their attention was almost all on supervising the prisoners' work, and they did not notice that someone had actually passed the maze above and sneaked into this real underground palace.

Ye Fan slowly sneaked in from the remote edge of the underground palace.

Half a day later, after a ghost leader shouted that the meal was started, hundreds of prisoners numbly put down their tools, held some dry rice and steamed buns with rice bowls. Then they spread in groups of three or three to eat and rest in the palace.

No one spoke to hundreds of prisoners, almost all of them were extremely numb, imprisoned in this underground palace as slaves, just waiting for death.

Even the ghost disciples relaxed and stopped supervising the prisoners, gathered together to eat, drink and have fun.

Mu Bing whispered, "There are so many of these prisoners, I'm afraid many of them are low-level warriors. Who should we ask for the situation here?"

"Of course, find the strongest one!"

Ye Fan looked at the prisoners.

Although these hundreds of prisoners were all wearing shackles, these shackles were different. Only ordinary iron shackles were needed to trap the warrior, but the martial master definitely needed harder mysterious shackles.

He soon discovered that among the large group of prisoners, there was a big man with black face blinded one eye, but the other one looked like a copper bell. Not only was he wearing heavy black iron shackles on his hand, but even his legs were tied with heavy black iron handcuffs. He was whipped countlessly and looked extremely ferocious.

It seems that this one-eyed man was treated "specially" and was imprisoned more severely than others. He should be a martial master, and he is likely to be a martial master or above the middle stage.

The big man dragged his heavy shackles and a rice bowl, and came to the corner to eat alone.

Ye Fan asked Mu Bing and the other six to monitor the black-clad ghost disciples, and he went to contact the black-faced middle-aged prisoner alone.

Ye Fan quietly sneaked to the dark corner near the middle-aged prisoner and made a gesture of silence.

The one-eyed man saw Ye Fan who suddenly appeared in front of him. Ye Fan had no shackles on his body, and his clothes were obviously not a prisoner. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and a hint of shock and suspicion flashed through his dim and numb eyes.

"you.?"

"Adventurer!"

Ye Fan finished speaking in a low voice, just looking at the one-eyed man. He didn't say anything more, and gave the one-eyed man some time to digest.

The three words "Adventurer" are enough to indicate his identity and intention.

On Shenwu Continent, adventurers will go to any unknown place at any cost to explore all unknown mysteries. This underground palace is no exception.

Most of the adventurers of the human race are determined human race god-mart warriors. They will not stand on the side of the ghost race.

The one-eyed man was stunned for a long time, and finally came to his senses. He looked a little more on his face and exclaimed: "There are adventurers who can sneak into this underground palace. Your ability is better than me! I was also an adventurer back then, but I was caught by the leader of the sand bandit outside the canyon. I was imprisoned here for five years. You can actually escape the ghost palace and sneak into this underground palace, which shows how clever your stealth skills are."

"Did you find a way to escape?"

Ye Fan asked in a deep voice. If these prisoners no longer have any will to escape, then it would be useless for him to save them.

"You can't escape! In this underground palace alone, there are thirteen ghost disciples who believe in the ghost worshipping the Ghost Sect guarding them, and it's hard to get rid of them. Besides, there is a maze outside, and those prisoners who can't stand escaping are finally lost in the maze. Countless people die inside. However, if you can sneak in, you must have cracked the maze. Maybe you can take us out."

The one-eyed man looked a little excited, but when he thought of those ghost disciples, he quickly shook his head apart, "No, there are thirteen ghost disciples here, and there are three martial masters, sand bandits, ghost faces, quicksand and bobcats, outside. Even if we rush out of the maze, we can't escape from this canyon, and we can't escape from this big desert that has thousands of miles away."

Ye Fan nodded with satisfaction. The one-eyed man's words at least showed that they were still trying to escape. It was just that the difficulty was too great and there was almost no hope of escaping.

Then he said calmly: "The leader of the sand bandit, Ghost Face, Liusha and Bobcat, have been killed by me and the people on my side!"

"What! Ghost Face and his Scorpion King are so powerful, can you kill him?"

The one-eyed man was shocked, and he looked up in disbelief and looked at Ye Fan.

At the beginning, he had almost no power to resist. He was caught by Ghost Face and his Scorpion King. He knew very well how powerful Ghost Face was.

He looked at Ye Fan and then at the several martial masters who were hiding not far away, and were very surprised.

But looking at Ye Fan's expression, it doesn't seem like he is lying at all.

Moreover, Ye Fan had no need to lie to him, a prisoner who was a slave in the underground palace, who was waiting for death. There was no benefit to him!

The one-eyed man laughed at himself and completely relieved, "I'm going to be the one-eyed dragon. I have anything to do with my brother, just say it."

"My team has seven martial masters. The only thing that needs to be solved now is more than ten ghost disciples. Kill them to save you! Do you know how much they are? What is the general cultivation and combat power?"

Ye Fan asked carefully.

"The leader of the sand bandit is Ghost Face, the strongest among this group of ghost disciples. Almost all the thirteen ghost disciples in this underground palace are the first and second levels of the Martial Master in the early stage, and the strongest ghost disciple leader is the fourth level of the Martial Master Realm.

I once tried to escape and found that his cultivation was similar to mine, much worse than the Ghost Face. Unfortunately, I didn’t have mysterious weapons and weapons in my hand, so I was no match for him at all.”

The one-eyed man said with grievances and hatred.

The deep whip marks on his body were left by the whip when he tried to escape. He was beaten to death and beaten to death.

Ye Fan thought about it. The thirteen ghost disciples from the early to mid-stage Martial Masters were obviously nearly twice as powerful as the seven martial masters on his side.

If both sides fight, there will definitely be casualties and even defeats.

Ye Fan asked again: "Then how many famous martial masters are there among the prisoners in this underground palace?"

"Including me, there are more than 20 martial arts masters, almost all from Xiayang County. They came to this desert for adventure and training these years ago, but they were arrested. The rest were more than 300 warriors, with weaker strength. In fact, the number of people on our side is greater than that on them, but they don't have any magic weapons in their hands, and they still carry this extremely strong black iron shackle, so they can't help you."

The one-eyed man looked a little helpless.

"It's okay, I killed the Ghost Face of the Great Sand Bandit leader before and found that there were more than twenty mysterious weapons in a storage bag. I'm afraid these mysterious weapons are the mysterious soldiers of you martial masters. Even if they are not your things, they can be used if they do!"

Ye Fan couldn't help but smile and took out several Xuan soldiers from a storage bag to give the one-eyed man a look.

"Okay, with these Xuan soldiers, we prisoners are enough to fight with ghost disciples!"

The one-eyed man was immediately overjoyed and clenched his iron fist with excitement.

He suddenly remembered something, "By the way, in this underground palace, in addition to the thirteen half-human and half-ghost ghost disciples, there is also a real ghost clan! This opponent is even more terrifying."

"who?"
Chapter completed!