The sky eye doctor of the female president

Chapter 836 The cunning rabbit dies, the lackey cooks

Because just now, Qin Lang has tried many times.

He wanted to use his aura to rub a trace of flame, even if it was only a few spots, so that he could at least see the situation around him clearly.

However, no matter how he used it, it just couldn't work. It seemed that there was no such thing as "spiritual energy" in this bottomless abyss.

"Old man Wang has escaped from here once. Since he was able to succeed, it means there must be a way to find it."

Thinking of this, Qin Lang cheered up slightly.

He injected the supreme spiritual breath into Zhenxianzhu, wanting to find out.

As a result, as he expected, the aura that could be induced inside was very little, quite thin.

Most of the spiritual energy, like the glacier mountains in the north, has been formed into large sheets of crystals.

No matter how Qin Lang shakes them with the supreme spiritual breath, it will not help.

As for the reason for the glow, it does not come from the aura, but the special crystals that freeze the aura.

At the same time, this also confirmed Qin Lang's guess that any form of aura would not have any effect in this very special place.

"According to Mr. Wang's previous assumption, if we can use the wings of spirit beasts and birds, we might be able to escape."

But at the moment, where can Qin Lang find the bird spirit beast with wings?
Not to mention spirit beasts, not even a bird could be seen.

After taking back the Supreme Spiritual Breath, Qin Lang let out a long hiss and frowned again.

But at this time, Zhen Xianzhu inexplicably became brighter.

"Could it be that the supreme spiritual breath is working?"

Just when Qin Lang was astonished, he fiddled with Zhen Xianzhu back and forth a few times, instantly illuminating the surrounding area.

Only then did he realize that he was so close to a stone wall, less than one meter away.

When he observed it very carefully, he also noticed that there seemed to be many pitted grooves on the stone wall, just enough to fit a hand.

"Could it be that Mr. Wang used this method to climb out bit by bit?"

Qin Lang was stunned and even found it incredible.

"If you don't borrow spiritual energy, you have to climb to the year of the monkey? And if you can't stop halfway, and you can't eat, you will starve to death in the process sooner or later."

In fact, Qin Lang didn't know that there was another person who jumped into the infinite abyss with Mr. Wang, and he was the ancestor of the Zhao family.

And these pitted hand-punched holes were left by the ancestors of the Zhao family.

At this moment, the radiance of Zhenxianzhu became slightly weaker, and at the same time, Qin Lang had an inexplicable fainting feeling that his soul was out of his body, and he immediately became dizzy.

He quickly released the supreme spiritual breath from the sea of ​​consciousness, and after a few seconds, the symptoms improved slightly.

However, the feeling of being pulled away from the soul remained uninterrupted, and it didn't take long for it to become stronger again.

This made Qin Lang very suspicious, and simply burst out the whole fairy.

In an instant, the golden light of the immortal figure, like a round of sun in the deep and boundless darkness, illuminated a range of nearly a hundred meters up and down.

Only now did Qin Lang clearly see that these stone walls were all painted with caricatures, and almost all the people inside had one thing in common, that is, they were wearing prison uniforms, and they were wearing special shackles on their hands and feet.

After a while, Qin Lang wanted to reach out and grab the pothole on the stone wall, at least he had to stop himself first.

If it falls like this again, when will it end?

But what he never expected was that as soon as his hand touched the stone wall, a strong attraction sucked him in almost instantly.

The whole living body was immersed in the painting on the stone wall without leaving any traces.

In just a few seconds, Qin Lang only felt dizzy in the sea of ​​consciousness, as if the river was overturned and the world was spinning.

But it didn't take long before his sight was restored again, only to find that he had inexplicably come to a place that seemed to be a prison, full of primitive simplicity and mystery everywhere.

The burning torches on the walls, like elves that will never go out, illuminate every aisle.

Qin Lang turned his head to find a way to leave, but saw that there was still a passage behind him, there was no difference.

So, he had no choice but to walk carefully along the rear.

"Crack~~!"

"Crack~~!"

Suddenly, from an unknown direction, there was a sound of whipping.

"Could it be that there are living people around here? But I remember that I was obviously sucked into the stone wall. Why are there still people living in the stone wall?"

Qin Lang was puzzled, maybe, as long as he found those people, he would have a way to leave.

"Crack~~!"

"Crack~~!"

"Smack me, smack me hard, these ungrateful villains, we wereted our lives for them, but they want to treat us like this, if the heavens have eyes, please punish them."

"That's right, they must not be spared lightly. We only recognize the way of heaven and the principles of heaven. What kind of bullshit king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. Even if we want to die, we will only be loyal to the Wang family and die for the Wang family. You little ones!"

At this time, the two people who were sitting in front of the stone table shouted angrily.

Among them, one was covered with curvy thick beard, with a sturdy body, like a mighty general who has shaken the past and present.

The other person was a little thinner, reaching a height of [-] meters, but he was still quite burly.

As for the guy who was whipped, it turned out to be the new prison head of this dungeon space, and there were at least two or three hundred people under him.

But that was a thing of the past.

As early as a few months ago, more than 200 jailers in the entire dungeon space were all suppressed by these "traitors".

The people who were locked in the cell were supposed to be these guys in prison uniforms, but the cell is full of jailers now.

This dungeon space has instead become their territory.

If this matter gets out, it will be enough to make the Nine Palaces of the Central Committee laugh out loud.

"Crack~crack~~!"

"Ah~~!"

"Ah~~!"

The painful wailing from the head of the prison was endless, and his body was already covered with cuts and bruises. It was just that the whippers wanted to be merciful and would not beat him to death, so he was able to live until now.

However, it would be better to end them directly than to end up suffering like this day and night.

This style of painting is very similar to the picture of slaves overthrowing the oppression of the evil master.

At this moment, a figure suddenly broke into the field of vision of the two people in front of the stone table at an extremely fast speed.

Immediately, the man in charge of beating stopped immediately, and stared at the mysterious visitor with hostility, worried that the other party was the new head of the prison.

In fact, this person is none other than Qin Lang.

However, after seeing Qin Lang, the two people in front of the stone table may not have sensed the killing intent from Qin Lang, so they seemed calm and put the jade teacup back on the table smoothly.

"I don't know, what is the little brother doing here?" The tall man with a height of two meters and three asked calmly.

(End of this chapter)