Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

Meiji stared with blood-red eyes, "Master Xuetu, this servant's broken arm was given by this evil thief! If I don't cut him into pieces today, crushing his bones and scattering ashes, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

"Confused!" Shopkeeper Tu gave Mei Ji a resounding slap in the face, "This person has the strength to kill ten Tianmu puppets. If he is successfully refined, he will most likely become the puppet king. How can you do that with just one arm of yours?" On par with the master’s eternal hegemony!”

Meiji's teeth chattered loudly, the mountain peaks undulated, and she finally let go of the sword.

"That's right! Send this person to the Blood Prison and wait for the master's return. What a bullshit imperial envoy who dares to provoke our Hu family, he will only die!"

Shopkeeper Tu narrowed his cold eyes and said to Mei Ji.

When Li Wudao heard that he was going to be sent to the Blood Prison, his eyes were full of fear and his heart was as steady as an old dog. He couldn't bring Zhou Zheng and others to see him, so it would be a good idea to go find them.

I don't know where Meiji's finger clicked on the Nine-Turn Xuan Chair. The ground where they were was sinking rapidly, and they fell into endless darkness in an instant...

Almost at the same time that the three disappeared, Zuo Dao passed through the inner corridor and faced the same problem as Li Wudao before, but this problem in Li Wudao's eyes did not exist at all in Zuo Dao's eyes.

Without any thought, he drew his sword and put it away. The thick iron door was cut into neat tofu pieces. He kicked out with his big feet, revealing the bluestone stairs going down. He squinted his eyes and strode in...

After a weightless experience, the nine-turn chair stopped sinking. After Li Wudao adjusted for a while, he could see the whole picture clearly.

This is an empty underground space with three corridors in front of it. There are neat niches dug into the walls. There is a flickering fire in each niche. It is just a container for holding candles. It is not very common - a skull.

"Something happened on the Yin Fu floor!" Shopkeeper Tu and Mei Ji looked at each other and hurriedly rushed to the right corridor.

It wasn't until the two figures completely disappeared at the entrance of the corridor that Li Wudao began to carefully look at the three corridors. From left to right, there were names engraved on top of the corridors, namely: Blood Prison, Puppet, and Yin Talisman.

Just now there was a noise coming from the direction of the corridor on the right, and the two of them left in a hurry.

Li Wudao had no time to think about what was happening on the other side of the Yinfu Corridor. What he wanted to do was to enter the blood prison and find a way to rescue Tieniu, Zhou Zheng and others.

As for this turtle-sun nine-turn mysterious chair, in his opinion, it is useless.

Time was running out, who knew when the two of them would return. Li Wudao gritted his teeth and rubbed his left wrist crazily on the black iron buckle. Soon, the smell of barbecue penetrated his nostrils, and he actually felt hungry. The feeling.

Putting aside the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, Li Daxian worked hard. Anyone who saw such a spectacular scene would have to give a thumbs up, say "man!" and then turn around and vomit...

The black iron buckle is extremely thick, but it also has a very user-friendly design, that is, the edges are densely covered with sharp serrations.

The sound of "Kachi...Kachi..." was like sawing wood.

It would be a lie to say it doesn't hurt. He has not been struck by lightning several times. Who could be so cruel? Li Wudao bared his teeth, but his hand movements did not slow down at all.

I don't know what happened to Shopkeeper Tu. In short, Li Wudao was lucky. His whole right hand finally broke out of control and fell to the ground. The other party has not come back yet.

The next magical scene happened. The bloody right hand used its five fingers to run on the ground like a crab, and then slowly climbed up along the legs of the chair, groping carefully while climbing.

With his head imprisoned, Li Wudao could not see the entire chair, and could only use the touch of his fingers to find the mechanism to open the imprisonment.

The chair was too big, and Immortal Li gradually lost his patience. The black iron that simply stuck his neck was also very sharp. While groping with his right hand, Li Wudao did not forget to start cutting his neck.

"Crack!" His neck broke, and his head rolled into his arms with a murmur. At this moment, Li Wudao's right thumb also touched a round bump on the armrest.

The brain may have been cut off for nothing...

It was impossible to cut it in vain. Li Wudao rolled his head hard and rolled to the ground. He looked up sideways with the help of dim candlelight. There were two round protrusions side by side on the armrest.

There was no difference in size or degree between the two bulges, but under Li Wudao's careful observation, he still found a little difference.

That's the one in front. It's slightly swollen, which means that this bump is pressed more frequently.

Li Wudao, who had ridden in an elevator in his previous life, quickly figured out the reason. This chair has two functions. One is to use the mechanism to ward off people, and the other is to connect up and down. Compared with the two, the frequency of up and down is naturally higher.

Therefore, he quickly moved his right hand away from the slightly swollen bump and pressed hard on the bump at the back.

"Kakaka!"

All controls were activated instantly. A body missing its right hand and head slowly stood up from the chair, twisted its neck, moved its waist, and then calmly grabbed the head on the ground.

He didn't rush to put it on, and just hugged it in his arms. He suddenly sighed, "I feel a little sorry for myself..."

After sighing, Li Wudao did not leave in a hurry. He controlled his right hand and came to the seat. He pressed it hard and said, "Click, click, click!" All the mechanisms were triggered, but the loneliness was locked away.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to wipe off all the blood stains with his clothes. The head in his arms smiled proudly, "This is quite brain-burning!"

Blood Prison, Puppet, Yin Talisman!

The three corridors were clearly displayed in front of Li Wudao. Only when you look closely can you notice the differences.

The Blood Hell Tunnel is basically parallel to the ground, and the other two tunnels are full of stone steps, extending deep underground. The Puppet has the largest slope, followed by the Yin Talisman.

Li Wudao didn't hesitate and slipped into the blood prison passage on the far left, not caring about any dangers inside.

The corridor was wide and deep, with dim candlelight constantly swaying, and occasionally there was the sound of one or two candles exploding.

Li Wudao secretly calculated. Based on this level of concentration, the number of skulls covered with candlelight alone was a huge sum. The Tu family's sins were simply too numerous to describe.

Saving people was like putting out fires. He didn't dare waste any time and started running as fast as he could.

The feeling that things around him were slowing down reappeared. After running for a while, Li Wudao felt that his eyes suddenly became brighter, and then his feet were in the air. His feet had not yet adapted to the rhythm, and they kept kicking in the air.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Li Wudao fell to the solid ground. The head he was holding in his hands flew away, and he rolled several meters away.