But no matter how many questions and speculations others raised, no one can answer this question.》,

As time goes by, in the blink of an eye, more than two hundred years have passed, and no one can break into this place.

Moreover, in the past two hundred years, a total of three powerful men in the early stage of the Holy Lord wanted to break in, but they were still counterattacked by a strong force and were seriously injured and fled.

At this point, no one dared to break in randomly.

However, despite this, more and more people have slowly gathered around this small lake because they have heard of this.

From the first one or two people, to the later one or two hundred people, to the current one or two thousand people.

These thousands of monks were all around this small lake. They wanted to wait. They wanted to know why this small lake had such great power to repel all the three powerful men in the early stage of the Holy Lord.

It was raining heavily in the sky.

The monks around took shelter from the rain. Some hid in the cave where they were staying, some took out umbrellas, and some sacrificed their true energy to isolate the rain and unable to drip them.

What makes everyone strange is that outsiders cannot get close to this small lake, but the rain can penetrate this invisible force, drip on this lake, and water on that small stone mountain.

The strong wind also rolled, causing waves one after another on the lake, blowing the green vegetation on the Xiaoshi Mountain and swinging left and right.

At this time, if there is a very powerful man, he can extend his spiritual sense to the small stone mountain and see clearly anything that happens on the small stone mountain.

It turned out that under the heavy rain, a human-shaped body was lying on the ground and unable to move.

This person was Xuan Hongsheng who was subdued here by Master Xingkong two hundred and twenty years ago.

Master Xingkong originally wanted Xuan Hongsheng to tell him the purpose of coming here, but Xuan Hongsheng was completely determined. Even if Master Xingkong killed him, he would never tell him the purpose of coming here.

After so long contact, Xuan Hongsheng knew very well that Master Xingkong, as the second person in Xiao Leiyin Temple, would not torture him, would not kill him, and would not draw his memories.

To put it bluntly, Master Xingkong did not want to offend Donghuangdao, he also did not want to break the precepts and create killings.

Because of this, it doesn't matter that Xuan Hongsheng is the one who wins. Anyway, Master Xingkong will not kill anyone, so Xuan Hongsheng decided to spend time with this old bald donkey.

Even Xuan Hongsheng himself had never expected that this waste would take a full 220 years.

Over the past two hundred years, Xuan Hongsheng was pressed on the stone ground by a huge pressure, unable to move, unable to absorb spiritual energy and laws of heaven, and was exposed to the sun and rain every day and night.

Although Master Xingkong did not torture Xuan Hongsheng, in terms of spirit, Xuan Hongsheng could not support him.

But every time he thought of the eldest son's tolerance for him, Xuan Hongsheng gritted his teeth again. He decided to keep consuming the old bald donkey with Xingkong, and one of the two sides died.

A huge rainstorm fell from the sky and fell on Xuan Hongsheng's body and face.

Suddenly, a rough and old voice came from an unknown place: "Saint Lord Xuan Hongsheng, have you figured it out? As long as you tell me the whereabouts of Zhang Zichen, I will let you go, how about it?"

"Hmph!" Although Xuan Hongsheng was controlled, he would rather die than surrender. "Old bald donkey, you should not die well! As a Buddhist monk and the second largest figure in the Little Leiyin Temple, you are so despicable!"

"Am I despicable?" The voice was justified, "Xuan Hongsheng Shengjun, one, I did not kill you, two, I did not torture you, three, I have said it many times, just let go, tell Zhang Zichen's whereabouts, and I will let you go immediately. Xuan Hongsheng Shengjun, this is a very simple thing, why are you so persistent? We have spent more than two hundred years again, do you have to spend more than two hundred years?"

These words are very easy to say and listen very easily.

Master Xingkong was right. He did not torture Xuan Hongsheng or kill him. As long as he told Zhang Zichen's whereabouts, he could immediately let Xuan Hongsheng go.

This was a very simple thing, but now it is very complicated.

Xuan Hongsheng snorted coldly and cursed: "Old bald donkey! Xingkong old bald donkey! If you want to know Zhang Zichen's whereabouts, there is no way! I won't tell you! Since you want to spend time on me, then we will spend it! Even if it's two or two hundred years, three or two hundred years, four or two hundred years, and even more, I will accompany you to the end!"

However, Master Xingkong did not reply another sentence. After the angry Xuan Hongsheng yelled and cursed for a few times, he shut up.

He has been controlled by Xingkong's old bald donkey for more than two hundred years, and this has been the case every time.

Every time, Xingkong Lao Bald Donkey asks questions at the most appropriate time, but every time, Xuan Hongsheng would refuse and curse. Whenever he heard Xuan Hongsheng's curse, Xingkong Lao Bald Donkey stopped talking.

At first, Xuan Hongsheng could scold him for one or two consecutive months, and he would not feel tired.

But gradually, Xuan Hongsheng knew that even if he scolded him for one year or two, ten years or twenty years, even one hundred years and two hundred years, or one thousand years and two thousand years, Xingkong's old bald donkey would not pay attention to him.

Moreover, as long as Xuan Hongsheng doesn't say anything about Zhang Zichen, the old bald donkey will never let him leave this Xiaoshishan.

Now Xuan Hongsheng has learned his lesson, and he occasionally scolds him a few words, but when Master Xingkong shuts up, Xuan Hongsheng will soon be silent.

The two of them started the next cold war.

And in the past two hundred years, the reason why no outsiders have been able to come to this small lake or this small stone mountain is because Master Xingkong has already laid a barrier around him.

Master Xingkong is a monk at the mid-stage level of the Holy Lord. With him here, he is not an ordinary person and cannot enter this area at all.

Boom!

Thunder and lightning.

The sky was dark, and heavy rain was heavy, and it ruthlessly fell on the lake surface, splashing water.

However, Zhang Zichen and others who were trapped in the undercurrent underground could not feel the changes in the weather outside.

How long has it been since they saw the sunrise and sunset?

How long has it been since I saw a heavy rain of lightning?

At least for now, no one can answer this question.

Swallowing, swishing, swishing, swishing, swishing!

Five rays of light flowed upwards in the dark underground undercurrent, with a strange speed.
Chapter completed!