He is worthy of being in the Immortal Emperor Realm, possessing the ability to destroy heaven and earth with just one move.

In just half a breath, the silver-armored corpse was beaten to the point where it was unable to fight back.

Taking this opportunity, Liu Wuxie and the others immediately sat down to adjust their breath and heal their injuries.

Although the immortal body withstood part of the impact, his internal organs still felt burning pain.

Take out a handful of elixir and swallow it in one gulp.

The momentum continued to rise, and the death energy in the body reached an extremely mellow height.

Yuan Fengshan drew his sword hundreds of times and dismembered the huge silver-armored corpse into pieces before giving up.

After killing the silver-armored corpse, Yuan Fengshan began to look around.

The more he looked, the more shocked he became, and his brows twisted into the character "Sichuan".

After adjusting their breaths, Liu Wuxie and the three of them were basically fine and stood up one after another.

"Thanks to senior's timely action, we were able to survive."

Ding Nian hugged Yuan Fengshan and called him senior.

Yuan Fengshan is older than them and has a higher level of cultivation, so it is normal to call him senior.

"I should be the one thanking you. Without you, even if we escape from the Alchemy Gate, we will definitely die."

Yuan Fengshan signaled that they were welcome.

Without their rescue, the infatuation in their souls would be difficult to eradicate, and they would eventually die.

"What kind of place is this? Why does the surrounding area look weird?"

Fucang looked around and found that the rules here were incompatible with Chiyue City.

The four of them were on guard secretly, as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and their eyes were watching for something.

"Second uncle, did you see something?"

Liu Wuxie asked Yuan Fengshan.

He is Yuan Tianwei's second uncle, so it makes sense for him to call him second uncle.

"Have you ever heard of the Abyss of Imprisoned Souls?"

Yuan Fengshan took a deep breath and asked the three of them.

Ding Nian and Fucang shook their heads, it was the first time they heard about the Abyss of Prisoners.

Only Liu Wuxie's expression didn't change much.

In fact, he already knew where he was and deliberately asked Yuan Fengshan.

"Senior, what is the Abyss of Imprisoned Souls?"

Ding Nian asked.

You can tell from the name that this is a dangerous place. "I also read about the origin of the Soul Prisoner's Abyss from books. I didn't expect that in the real world, there really is a place like the Soul Prisoner's Abyss. Entering this place, I want to live.

There is only one way to go out, sacrifice your soul, forever

Imprisoned in it, this is the origin of the Abyss of Imprisoned Souls."

After Yuan Fengshan finished speaking, he couldn't help but show a trace of worry on his face.

They didn't find the senior painting saint, and somehow broke into the abyss of imprisoned spirits.

Are they going to be trapped in it forever?

"Is there such a strange place?"

Ding Nian looked in disbelief.

The four people groped for a long time, but there was no exit here at all. No matter how they walked, they could not leave this area.

This is the terrifying thing about the Abyss of Imprisoned Souls.

"No wonder the monks who left Chiyue City became stupid. It turns out that their souls were imprisoned here."

Fucang spoke at this time.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, Chiyue City was extremely prosperous.

Later, I don’t know what happened, but more and more monks became demented in the city.

Since then, Chiyue City has become a dead city.

Losing the soul is equivalent to a person losing his soul, and he is no different from an idiot.

"Then what should we do? Are we going to be trapped here forever?"

Ding Nian let out a wry smile.

They entered Chiyue City with the intention of dismantling the Alchemy Gate, but unexpectedly they broke into the Abyss of Imprisoned Souls.

All this makes sense, why the Alchemy Sect didn't pursue them, but sent puppets instead.

They are also afraid of falling deeply into the abyss of imprisoned souls and eventually dying in it.

"Whoosh!"

A black shadow in the distance flashed away.

They had seen it once before when they were outside, and Liu Wuxie suspected that he was from the Ghost Master Sect. Since the Ghost Master Sect knew that Painting Saint was trapped in Chiyue City, they must know everything about Chiyue City, even the Abyss of Imprisoned Spirits.
Chapter completed!