668: C668 Demonic Gu

C668 Demonic Gu

"I haven't said anything about you."

Qing Xi suddenly turned to Chen Chang He and asked: "Why did you also come to the Sky South Realm? What was the result of your fight with Long Qingming? "

Chen Chang He regained his senses, and upon hearing the question, he sighed: "The reason why I came to the Heavenly South Realm, is because of my battle with Long Qingming. That fellow, Long Qingzhao, used a forbidden technique and suffered a backlash. However, the Tantai Dragon Clan popped out from the back of the Dragon Saliva Sect and said that the Dragon Saliva Sect was their branch.

Qingxi was a smart woman. She immediately asked, "You escaped, but your family is still under their control?"

"Our Chen family has some connections with a family in the Great Ting Empire, so the Old Master asked me to come to the Great Ting Empire to call for reinforcements. The reason I came out this time was to carry out a mission for that family to gain their trust. I didn't expect to find you guys just passing by when I was in the tavern, and you just so happened to be in the crowd, so I wanted to come out and see if it was you. After discovering that the person who looks like you is really you, I originally wanted to directly save you, but I really can't see through the people who are escorting you, so I could only pretend to be drunk and offend them, and come with you guys to see if I have the chance to save you guys. "

Qingxi forced a smile and said, "So you were trapped here with us?"

"As soon as we entered the village, we discovered that there were a lot of people with unfathomable strength hiding their presence. They obviously wanted to scare us off and on the surface, including those strong people in the shadows. If I had known that they were on the road, I would have directly attacked them. At that time, it would have been better to have fought with all my might than not being able to do anything now. "

When he found out that the Black Tiger Stronghold was filled with experts, Chen Chang He felt extremely helpless.

Only now did he realize how foolish it was for him to do something. It was already too late to regret because there was a great formation around this dungeon.

No one tried to break out of the great formation, because those who tried to do so were all dead.

Chen Chang Ku did not want to die, so he did not want to try.

Chen Chang He suddenly looked at the old man in the corner whose hair was disheveled, making it difficult to see his figure clearly. He waved to Qing Xi and walked towards the corner, and Qing Xi followed suit.

When the two of them reached the corner, they immediately smelled a suffocating stench.

This dungeon clearly had a 'long history'. The clothes of the people imprisoned here no longer had their original color. They were all black and greasy, full of sh * t and urine, and the floor was filled with disgusting excrement.

Chen Chang He held his breath, and activated his cultivation technique. He started breathing in and out using the Qi in his body as oxygen, and spoke to the old man with messy hair that was in front of him: "Senior, how long have you been locked up here? Do you know why the people of the Black Tiger Village imprisoned all the people here? "

Chen Chang Mo originally thought that the Black Tiger Stronghold's people would take away their treasures to kill them, but after entering the Black Tiger Stronghold's dungeon, he realized that things weren't that simple anymore.

If those people wanted to kill them only for the sake of seizing the treasure, why wouldn't they act at the moment when they were in control of the city? Why would they go through so much trouble to bring them back to the Black Tiger Stronghold?

Isn't this superfluous?

When Chen Chang He was conversing with Qing Xi earlier, he suddenly realized this point, so he walked over, wanting to ask the old man who helped him a little bit earlier about it.

There was always a reason for everything.

Since there was something fishy about this matter, then this so called strangeness might very well be their chance of survival.

Just because these people could not escape, did not mean that he could not escape.

In his mind was the life memory of a domain lord.

He had more ways than anyone to break through the formation and escape.

He could come up with a bunch of unorthodox methods.

The old man in the corner didn't even lift his head as he stretched out his jet-black hand and slid on the wet straw. He spoke in a mocking tone: "You don't even know where this place is. You dare to follow a little girl in here? You really don't want to choose a place to die."

The old man had been speaking up for him before, but now he was taunting him. It was obvious that he had something to say.

Chen Chang He did not get angry, but followed the old man's instructions: "If you want to die, choose a place? "You mean everyone who comes here will die, but it's not a simple death, is it?"

The old man did not pay any more attention to Chen Chang He, but pointed at the old and new corpses around the array, and the pile of rotten meat in the corner.

Chen Changyu stood up and walked half a circle around the dungeon, his pupils gradually contracting.

The stinking meat heaped up in the corners, some human remains left over from starved monks, some dead bodies of those who had been killed or killed fighting in dungeons.2

However, whether it was the corpses of the people killed or killed in the battle, or those that had broken through the formation to die, there was a very strange phenomenon. That was, they did not have the slightest bit of spirituality.

Cultivators were different from ordinary people.

Cultivators were soaked in spiritual energy all year round, even after death, their corpses would rot, and their surfaces would be slightly brighter than those of normal corpses, which was a phenomenon of spiritual energy being attached, but these corpses were no exception. Their skin and body were clearly still there, but they just rotted, and it looked as if they had been roasted for a long time.

If it was any other cultivator, they would not have noticed this detail, but Chen Chang He did, because he had seen this scene before.

Thinking about his surroundings, as well as the strange behavior of the Black Tiger Stronghold's people, Chen Chang He's pupils suddenly shrank.

Chen Chang Ku quickly walked to the corner and squatted down in front of the old man, staring: "Is it the Demon Gu?"

Hearing the question, the messy haired old man was slightly startled. His neck moved and although his hair was in a mess it covered his face. He raised his head and asked in a surprised tone: "Hey, which kid are you? You actually know about the demonic Gu at such a young age?"

Chen Chang Ku laughed bitterly, he knew all too much about the Demon Gu.

The Magic Gu was the sacred weapon of the demons. In his previous life, when Chen Changgui led his troops to annihilate the demons, he had to suffer a lot from it.

It was just that Chen Chang He did not expect that he would encounter the Demon Gu so soon in his life.

Although the Black Tiger Stronghold's dungeon formation was created by an ordinary level Black Demon Gu, it was still a terrifying existence.

When he thought about the manufacturing process and might of the demonic Gu, Chen Chang He could not help but get goosebumps.

Qing Xi saw that Chen Chang He was in a weird mood, and asked with a frown, "Chen Chang He, what is a Demon Gu?"

Chen Changsheng hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still decided to explain. Before he could say anything, a gentle yet worried voice sounded.

"Demon Gu is the sacred object of the demons."

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