The pale yellow petals and scarlet stamens are perfect in terms of appearance. Even the most stringent botanical scholars cannot find any flaws. However, if you look down along its roots, you will find that the land where the dying flower is rooted is radiating with a kind of rotten mud. ∑,

Following this Ditang flower, three thousand feet down, there is a cave that will fall into darkness forever, located at the heart of Buju Mountain. At this moment, it is echoing a sour "sizzling" sound.

It's like metal rubbing against each other, extremely harsh and makes people feel like a cat's heart.

“Tick.”

An extremely slight sound of falling into the water mixed in, and layers of ripples spread beside the cold stone wall.

If calculated according to the relative position, right above here is the spring on the back mountain of the Chunqiu Academy.

I'm afraid even Xia Sheng would never have imagined that there were two springs in this Buju Mountain. One up and one another, even the general shape was exactly the same, just like an invisible water mirror separated by a distance, and the two springs were projections of each other.

But the difference is that the mountain spring on the ground is clear, while the dark spring hidden in the mountains is as dark as ink. The stenchy smell in it even makes people wonder how many rotten corpses have sunk at the bottom of the spring.

A bamboo tube was penetrated deep by the spring, and it was hard to see if it touched the bottom of the spring. The bright green of the bamboo had long faded away. Instead, it was replaced by a layer of heart-wrenching blood scab, with a layer of fine white fluff attached to it, which was disgusting.

Walking forward about fifteen feet along the bamboo tube, it was getting closer and closer to the passionate "sizzling" sound. Looking around, there was a metal chain like a spider web in front of it, and the other end of the bamboo tube was inserted in the middle.

It was inserted into the heart of an old man.

The old man had white hair and a thin face as a ghost. He was not wearing a tiny strand of clothes on his body. His shoulders and legs were passed by two iron chains as thick as fingers. He stretched all the way into the stone wall, not knowing how deep it was.

Perhaps because the old man had been imprisoned here for a full five hundred years, his fingernails were already curled and wrapped around the iron chains. He had long been inseparable from each other.

On the wrists of his hands, two talisman buckles with no material were locked, like gold and stone, with dense patterns engraved on them, which had been embedded in the old man's flesh and blood. Then they passed through the iron chain and fixed on both sides.

At this moment, hundreds of iron chains tied to the old man's body were trembling rapidly, and large pieces of black dirty blood surged out from the old man's ribs, heart, hands, feet, shoulders, chest and abdomen, dyeing the old man into a bloody man in an instant. From a distance, it was shocking.

Blood dripped on his white hair, like red plums in the snow, hitting the stone wall, shining with a faint red light. It flowed into the iron chain, and bursts of warmth were stirred.

But the old man seemed to have no pain long ago. He opened his mouth, as if he was roaring silently, but he could only see half of his tongue hidden deep in his mouth and full of poisonous blood.

Because the old man's skin was so white that he became so white that his eyes became gray, but at this time he burst out with an extremely terrifying splendor.

His white hair was flying wildly, accompanied by the hundreds of iron chains rubbing against each other, and the loud bang of slapping.

His limbs were twisting and deforming, and they were crushing and squeezed with the iron chains that had long been integrated into the flesh and blood. I don’t know how many bones were broken and how many meridians were cracked.

But he doesn't care.

As long as he can escape from here, he can care nothing.

Even if it is death, what's scary?

The torture of life worse than death for a whole five hundred years has long made the old man lose his fear, his mind, and everything.

This is his best opportunity in five hundred years.

Perhaps it is the last chance.

If he had been 500 years ago, who was proficient in the art of talisman formation, he could break free from this constraints and escape from the sky when the stone wall of Muyun Cave was broken.

But now he is very old, his power is no longer as strong as before. He has poison flowed in his blood, iron chains are penetrated through his bone marrow, his hard work has long been emptied, and he is already a little overwhelmed.

More importantly, the time left for him is getting less and less.

The young man trapped in Muyun Cave had discovered his existence, and the disappearance of the two mountain guard disciples could not be hidden for too long. At most, when tomorrow dawn, Tang Zi'an and Wei Qiuyue would find that there was something different in the hospital guard formation!

If you miss this opportunity, the old man may never be able to get out again.

Death is never the most terrible.

The most terrifying thing is to endure torture that is more torment than death, and to watch the belief in survival disappear with your own eyes!

The old man has lived in this prison that is even more terrible than hell for five hundred years. No matter what kind of humiliation or torture it was, neither Taizu nor Taizong could make him bow his head and never let him surrender.

But he was almost unable to hold on.

Because he knew that he was finally dying.

Perhaps it was God's pity, or perhaps it was his own fate. After five hundred years, before he was exhausted, he finally saw hope of regaining freedom.

He must catch it, otherwise he will die with his eyes open!

So at this moment, the old man completely let go of the strength he had accumulated for a full five hundred years. Whether he was treacherous or burning his boat, even if he died, he would take a look at the clear moon in the air again!

"Click..."

A broken sound like the sound of nature suddenly resounded in the old man's ears, and a piece of stone chips hit the old man's feet, splashing three inches of gray. An iron chain finally broke in response to the sound and landed on the ground with a loud bang, just like the five hundred years that had passed by regret.

So the old man's heart became even more excited, and the light in his gray-green vertical pupils became even more intense, and the sound of gold and stone was turbulent!

"Wow...wa...wa...wa..."

With a beginning, everything that followed was like a chain reaction. The iron chains broke one after another, and pieces of blood dust rose up. In less than a quarter of an hour, he broke free from the layers of iron chains on the old man's body by 90%!

Only the last ten iron chains are left.

Two on his shoulders, two on his wrists, two on his abdomen, two on his ankles, and the last two on his knees.

In addition, the bamboo tube that penetrated his heart was still not broken.

But there was no sign of joy on the old man's face. His struggle was getting smaller and smaller, and the light in his eyes became dimmer and dimmer.

In this corridor leading to freedom and light, the old man was about to reach the exit, but the last section of the road became extremely difficult, and hope became more and more vague. Even if he climbed, he could not get out.

The old man's head suddenly hangs down. In just a quarter of an hour, it seemed that he looked a hundred years older than before. His skin-like limbs began to appear with ink poisonous lines. The bamboo tube at his heart went from boiling hot to cold, and the barbs at the mouth of the tube were almost tied into a pile of rotten flesh.

He knew that he could not get out after all.

There was not much regret or despair in his eyes, but a faint melancholy and a deep nostalgia for this world.

He is about to give up his last hope of survival.

He is about to die.

But at this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from a distance, and then, accompanied by careful footsteps, a figure who could not see the outline clearly stood in front of the old man.
Chapter completed!