MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 633 self-destruct

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  Chapter 633 Self-destruct

   "Hmph, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

  Jun Qianzi put down the close worm, looked up at the dim ceiling, and let out a hearty laugh.

   "What are you laughing at, you're crazy."

   Lady Zhu gave him a hard look, took a needle and thread, and continued to sew up the wound on her own palm.

  This is a basement, to be precise, it is a cellar buried more than a thousand meters underground in the city of Jing.

  The cellar is not spacious, and the ground and walls are fixed with coarse cloth blankets with nails to keep out the sand. A luminous pearl was placed on the only table.

  The night pearl emits cold light, illuminating the gloomy expressions of everyone in Zhaoming, as well as the group of slave monks who are huddled in the corner and dare not make a sound.

   "Smash the royal palace of the Zhou state, attack and kill the high priest of the Turks, eliminate the elders of the Jing state, and cut down the peak of Taihao Mountain."

  Jun Qianzi snapped his fingers, counted Lian Xuanxiao's record today, and said with a smile: "The top monks my teacher killed today are probably higher than the results of the so-called Demon Sect in the past 30 years."

"you know too?"

  Shang Yang, who was lying on a stretcher in the corner with chest and abdomen injuries, was pale and said weakly: "Lin Yuanjing, overlooking the world, is like watching fish in the abyss. I was really crazy to provoke him with you."

   "He won't live long."

  Fei Lian caressed the fresh burnt scar on his cheek, and said sullenly: "Heaven and earth will withdraw the aura after the monk's death. He is currently in the decline of heaven and man, and the stronger the sea of ​​qi that erupts, the closer he is to death.

  One day, no, half a day at most, he will die, and his soul will be scattered."

   Before the words fell, Fei Lian seemed to have sensed something, his face changed slightly, he stood up suddenly from the chair, walked to the corner of the room with a gloomy expression, pointed to a slave and said coldly: "What did you do?"

  The slave who was called had the small half of his nose cut off in the previous battle. At this moment, after being scribbled and bandaged, he was still oozing blood and blocking his nostrils.

  He stood up in trepidation, and said anxiously: "I feel a little bored, so I just"

   "So you will release the spell to let yourself breathe more smoothly?"

  Fei Lian grabbed his hair, hit his face with a knee, and said sharply: "Don't! Damn it! Use spiritual power!

   I didn’t see us hiding so deep underground, we didn’t dare to use any talismans, and the lights were all made of luminous pearls instead of kerosene lamps! "

   Kerosene lamps consume oxygen. If you want to use them for a long time, you must use spiritual power to pump air from the surface, which increases the risk of exposure for no reason.

   Until Lian Xuanxiao was confirmed dead, Fei Lian didn't want to take any more risks.

Everyone in Zhaoming watched Fei Lian beat the slave indifferently, until the slave's face was **** and his lips were swollen and he couldn't speak a word, Fei Lian let go of his hair, wiped the wall twice in disgust, and walked back Sit down at the table.

  The atmosphere in the room fell into depression again, Shang Yang was lying in a corner, moaning weakly from time to time.

  Ms. Zhu sewed up the wound, but she found a needle and thread out of nowhere, crossed Erlang's legs, and knitted the wool.

  Feng He remained silent as always, wiping the black knife he carried with him with a rag. Harvard, on the other hand, was holding an unnamed Buddhist scripture and giggling as he read it.

   After an unknown amount of time, Fei Lian sat on a chair with his eyes closed and concentrated. He suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "A thousand miles."

  Everyone in Zhaoming had already imagined what would happen if they failed to beat Lian Xuanxiao to death by the Xingzhou River.

   Not only prepared multiple sets of escape plans, but also set up induction arrays on the outskirts of the surrounding state capitals of each stronghold. As soon as a strong aura fluctuation is detected over the state capital, an alert will be issued

   "Could it be passing by?"

  Shang Yang asked weakly.

  The city above the cellar is located at the southernmost edge of Jing Kingdom, not too far from Taihao Mountain.

   "Seven hundred and fifty miles."

  Fei Lian grimly squeezed out five words between his teeth, "Still close."

   Brush and pull.

  Harvard stood up from his chair, closed the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, and looked eastward with a serious expression.

   "Six hundred miles."

  Fei Lian sped up his speech and said, "It didn't come in a straight line. He hasn't locked on to us yet, so he should still be looking for it."

  Everyone stood up one after another, tacitly did not operate the air sea, but took out their weapons and looked up at the dome reinforced by layers of lead plates.

  Six hundred miles may be a long way for ordinary people, but it is close enough for top monks.

  Ms. Zhu lowered her voice, and asked Cymbidium spinosa, "Isn't Lord You Qiong making a move yet?"

  Lian Xuanxiao's coercion is too strong, perhaps only You Qiongjun, who is equally unfathomable, can contend with one or two.

  Alphisalis felt the eyes of everyone, and shook his head calmly, without explaining anything.

   Are you there? still can not? dare not? unwilling?

   Lady Zhu's eyes flickered, and she pursed her lips.

   "Air machine."

  Closing his eyes and concentrating on it, Jun Qianzi opened his eyes and said calmly: "None of us used the sea of ​​energy, and the ceiling was also reinforced with lead plates. He locked it with the air mechanism in the dark."

   "What's the use of talking about it now? If Lord You Qiong doesn't act, we can only ask for Haotian's blessing."

  Shang Yang pressed his chest, coughed and said, "I should have separated and fled if I knew it earlier. At least I can survive."

  Jun Qianzi was unmoved, and continued: "It hasn't been long since you and him were released, and the aura he recorded is not deep enough. I am different, he knows me too well."

   "Are you... sacrificing yourself?"

Fei Lian frowned and looked at Jun Qianzi with suspicion on his face. He didn't believe that Jun Qianzi would make such an awe-inspiring move, not to mention that everyone in Zhaoming is not a white lotus, and there is no friendship at all except their respective partners. .

   "Slightly better than this."

  Jun Qianzi smiled, and pointed to Ya Jiu with his eyes.

  Crow Nine nodded, walked to the wall, and lifted a curtain that blocked the dust, revealing the cave hidden behind the curtain.

   Ya Jiu dragged out an iron bed from the cave. The rest of the iron bed is unremarkable, except for the bed board, which is inlaid with dense iron spikes, like props for performing arts.

Jun Qianzi stepped up to the bed, lay down on it, and explained with a light smile under the suspicious eyes of everyone in Zhaoming: "Lian Xuanxiao searched for me by virtue of his aura. De-energize me."

   After finishing speaking, he lay on the bed of nails and nodded towards Crow Nine.

  Without hesitation, the latter picked up a row of thick and long steel needles from the groove beside the bed, and stabbed them into every part of Jun Qianzi's body.

  Hands, feet, limbs, cheeks and shoulders, all parts of Jun Qianzi's body were pierced by steel needles, like a **** and cruel work of art, twisted by Ya Jiu.

   Correspondingly, his breath of life also weakened sharply, almost dead.

"you?"

  Fei Lian said in astonishment: "You abolished your own cultivation and voluntarily fell into the realm of a rune master?"

"yes."

  Cheeks were pierced by steel needles, and blood continued to flow, Jun Qianzi's mouth was leaking, and he smiled: "I can repair it later, isn't it all right?"

  (end of this chapter)