Chapter 1741 A sudden burst of random arrows frightens the sea to death, and there is no way to save the day.

Dead Sea, tenth level.

After walking out of the whirlpool of pure water, I felt drunk in the wind that I had come to the wrong place.

The pure water here no longer only glows with black light, but becomes pure black.

When people enter here, it is like stepping into the eternal night, and being in the flowing, cold night.

The dark and depressing environment has begun to make people feel frightened.

When I looked around and barely took in my surroundings, something even more surprising happened.

"Where's the cell?"

The black stone prisons that were lined up in the clear water on the first few floors seemed to be empty at this time.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of black water.

There are no obstacles at all, and it seems that there are no partitions. It seems that the prisoners here can be piled up and thrown together.

"On the tenth floor of the Dead Sea, there are no cells and they are all free-range?"

Feng Zhong was so drunk that even words like "free range" that might offend people popped up.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a half-century-old man in prison uniform coming from a distance in the darkness.

He is very alert.

He saw the members of the Holy Mountain Refuge Group and stopped immediately.

Apparently he heard Feng Zhongzui's words, but he wasn't angry at all, with an expression that he couldn't afford to offend.

After all, a small group of so many people suddenly appeared on the tenth floor, each wearing gorgeous clothes. This was very strange.

Here, everyone has a strong sense of territory and will not easily cross the line.

That means I've crossed the line... The old man walked in a hurry and didn't dare to say a word, so he chose to stay away.

“It’s really free range!”

Feng Zhongzui was shocked when he saw this.

The prisoners here can really move around freely!

As long as you have energy, you can even go to fight with others?

Saint Slave Wuxiu was imprisoned here before. Although he did not practice ancient martial arts, his physical body was good and he could also use Wuxiu·Red Scorched Hands.

Then here at that time, wouldn't he be able to dominate?

"Um?"

Suddenly his scalp trembled, and Drunken in the Wind noticed something. He turned his head and looked into the distance, and said in surprise:

"Sword Intent?"

At this moment, the Dead Sea, with the blessing of the Holy Emperor's Golden Edict, has banned everything that can be used.

This point is felt most deeply by the prisoners at the Dead Sea.

Along the way, the Holy Mountain Refuge Group didn't see anyone causing trouble, not even anyone yelling.

Obviously, everyone knows that once the restriction is deepened, something big is going to happen, and they are even more afraid that they will be picked out and be the first to have surgery.

It's forbidden but forbidden. No one has cleaned up the traces of battles left by the Dead Sea in the past, especially on the tenth floor.

Feng Zhongzui glanced back for instructions, then followed the ferocious sword intent that he had just noticed, and walked forward, explaining as he walked:

"Strong sword intent!"

"Perhaps everyone in front of the preaching mirror has no idea what I'm feeling right now, but should I say it..."

He is very excited.

Everyone in the Holy Mountain Refuge Group followed him.

Judging from the tone of voice, Feng Zhongzui is always in a state of excitement.

Without waiting for anyone to answer, and not having to wait for anyone to answer, in fact, there was no question about whether he should or shouldn't. Feng Zhongzui thought of it and said:

"Moonless Sword Immortal!"

"Such a powerful Mo Jianshu's sword intent can still be radiated under the Dead Sea. There are not many in the world."

"As we all know, Wuyue Sword Immortal had his arm broken off and was thrown into the Dead Sea because of some meritorious deeds. He was originally locked up on the tenth floor?"

As soon as these words came out, the spectators from the five regions burst out laughing.

None of the people who belonged to the Holy Temple could smile, and their expressions were extremely gloomy.

So embarrassing!

This was really unkindly done.

At that time, even the people in the Holy Temple couldn't see it, but no one dared to say that the higher-ups had made such a decision.

It's fine now.

Now the Taoist Palace Master is no longer here.

The master of Xuanji Palace also gave himself a trick.

The Great Emperor of the People came to power, and the ten-member council became a decoration. Those who were put on display were put on display, those who surrendered to the enemy, and those who fished for fish...

There were some words that no one dared to say at that time.

Now that the wind is holding the preaching mirror drunkenly, I really can't hold back my anger, I just want to say this more for Wuyue Sword Immortal.

Even if the incident happened, it would be reasonable to say that he was controlled by Master Shou.

The main thing is that Mr. Shou doesn’t care about this...

Shouye is the only confidence that makes people dare to speak out!

"arrive."

The sword intent of Mo Jianshu is most concentrated in a deep water area where it is difficult to see any light, and the same is true for his insights.

Feng Zhongzui brought everyone here. In fact, he no longer wanted to talk. He even wanted to sit cross-legged and start to realize the truth.

But he didn't dare.

He is just an outside commentator, and he does not dare to delay the official business.

I admire Wuyue Sword Immortal, and Master Shou followed me, but he was definitely not here to observe the Wuyue Sword Immortal's sword power.

What else do you need, Master Shou?

The breakthrough on the sixth level of the Dead Sea can be seen even if the wind is drunk, no matter how blind it is.

Even among the Seven Swordsmen of the previous generation, about half of them were left behind by Master Shou!

"We can see that this is obviously the deepest area of ​​the tenth layer of the Dead Sea."

"It seems that Wuyue Sword Immortal is also a tyrant in this place."

"After all, although the Dead Sea prohibits magic, it seems that ancient swordsmanship was difficult to resist in the past. And judging from the insights here..."

Feng Zhongzui couldn't tell whether his opinion was accurate, so he could only look at Master Shou and offer some advice:

"Wuyue Sword Immortal seems to be still using the power of the Dead Sea to sharpen his Mo sword skills? Wu Yu is a sword indiscriminately?"

Xu Xiaoshou did not answer the call.

He just looked around silently.

In fact, not only the traces of Mo's swordsmanship are deep, but the traces of embers left by the sleeveless and red-scorched hands are also the deepest here.

Mr. Sang has been here...

They had fought...

A drunken voice sounded in the wind at the right time:

"As we all know, the battle in the Eighth Palace of the Eastern Territory between Wuyue Sword Immortal and Saint Slave Wu Xiu was their second fight after more than thirty years."

"Shortly after that, they were imprisoned on the tenth floor of the Dead Sea at the same time. I don't know if there are any more stories?"

While saying this, the missionary mirror looked at Mr. Shou.

Everyone in the five realms also stared at Master Shou with their eyes fixed on him. Everyone knew that Master Shou came to the tenth floor to find his master.

Sword Immortal Gou Wuyue is the second best.

Let Feng Zhongzui lead everyone all the way to explain here, indicating that before entering the Ranming ruins, there is a high probability that Saint Slave Wu Xiu is nearby!

Xu Xiaoshou didn't say much. He waved his fingers slightly and said indifferently:

"Stand back."

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Buzz!
To be continued...