The villain is begging for mercy online

Ling Chenyuan waited anxiously, obviously there was no danger, but his heart was beating continuously.

He patiently stretched out his hand to hold the beating eyelids, bit his back molars, and his eyes became darker.

If it wasn't for the fact that monks can't be disturbed when they advance, I'm afraid they would have kicked open the door and gone in to find out.

Ye Junxuan was at the most critical point at this time, his body was tense, the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was almost shining, and his fair skin was particularly eye-catching among the fragments of spiritual power.

He was engrossed in his cultivation, but he ignored the subtle sounds in the stream.

The sound of rustling and crawling reptiles echoed in the secret room, weird and scary.

075 was keenly aware of the uneasiness, and hastily shouted, "Host be careful, there is danger."

But Ye Junxuan, who was obsessed with breaking through and seizing his body, couldn't hear it.

The reptile slipped to his feet along the stone slab, and got in from the corner of his clothes.

Suddenly a burst of black mist dissipated, and strange smog mixed with demonic energy roared in. Ye Junxuan suddenly opened his eyes, feeling his body was light and he dared not move.

The spiritual power in the body began to become disordered, and even the newly repaired spiritual veins were in danger of bursting.

He took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, and at the last moment completed the Nascent Soul's advancement to Duobody.

There is a chaotic darkness in front of him, it seems that it is not the secret room full of aura, but a dark and dirty dungeon.

what happened?

075 was also terrified, but fortunately Ye Junxuan was safe and sound, so it said with lingering fear: "I reminded you just now, but you didn't hear. That reptile seems to be a spirit beast with the ability to communicate with its master. That's why it took you out by tearing apart the space." .”

... tear space?Besides Ah Yuan, isn't that the cheap father Ying Yujun?

Ye Junxuan clenched his fists angrily, his eyes flickering with anger.Use your spiritual sense to detect the surrounding environment.

But there seemed to be a thin barrier outside, and he couldn't get any information if he couldn't break it.Anxiety and fear spread slightly in my heart.

If he wanted to kill or fight, someone would have tortured him long ago, and it shouldn't be as simple as locking himself up.There is only one reason, he still has value.

Ye Junxuan thought that it was of no great use, except to contain Ling Chenyuan.

Thinking of this, he couldn't stand anymore, but fortunately, he was in the stage of seizing his body.The five senses are more than a little stronger than before, so the scene of the dungeon can be seen clearly.

In front of it is an iron gate made of black iron welding.Through the gap, you can see a staircase not far ahead, and there seems to be a faint light coming in from the staircase.This means that this dungeon is underground.

The strange smell came from the next door. Ye Junxuan held his breath and went over to observe carefully, only to see a shadowy person inside, curled up and unable to see his face clearly.

But that figure revealed a familiar feeling.His heart stopped beating for a second, and his hands and feet became cold.

"Wan... Wan Heng." The young man's voice was trembling, as if these words were squeezed out of his throat, every word was crying blood.

The figure shuddered slightly upon hearing the shout, and raised a pair of numb eyes.

Wan Heng was thin and stripped, his clothes were in tatters, his hair was in a mess, and his face was only three-pointed and grim.

The coldness and indifference between the eyebrows and eyes disappeared without a trace, leaving only the painful look of suffering,

Ye Junxuan watched, tears flowed uncontrollably all over his face, some soaked his lips, and bitterness spread in his mouth.But it couldn't beat the pain in the heart.

He couldn't breathe well, so he had to put his hands on his chest, and he couldn't make a sound from his throat.

"Don't cry." Wan Heng stood up in a panic as if he had been scalded by the tears of the person in front of him.

The straight legs wore a chain that went through the bones, causing excruciating pain with every step.But he just frowned, and still stumbled towards the boy.

He murmured helplessly through the iron railing, like a child who did something wrong.

This kind of ten thousand constants made Ye Junxuan feel more self-blame and remorse.