C152 Netherworld Prison
C152 Netherworld Prison
Netherworld Divine Hall!
The disciples of Netherworld Palace were unable to stop the four of them from advancing. In the time it took to make a cup of tea, the four of them had already arrived in front of the Netherworld Divine Hall.
The door of the hall was tightly shut. A strong smell of blood was emitted from the hall, spreading in the air...
"This door needs to be opened by a special technique or a powerful force to break it open!" Facing such a situation, the Head Palace Master was no stranger to it. There were several similar places in the Aoyun Sect.
Of course, this was mainly meant for Ye Bufan to hear, because when they got along with each other, they realized that although Ye Bufan's cultivation speed had become extremely fast, he knew nothing about common sense.
Naturally, the Netherworld Palace's technique could not be obtained so easily. Moreover, everyone did not have much time, so they could only forcefully break it open.
Countless Dao Spirit powers formed beautiful fireworks that bloomed on the door of the Netherworld Divine Hall. Waves of spiritual energy fluctuated, causing the earth to tremble.
The feeling of an earthquake disappeared, and the door also disappeared at the same time.
Ye Bufan and the other three's divine sense instantly passed through the broken door and covered the entire Netherworld Divine Hall. Each of them revealed a puzzled expression as they looked at each other and carefully entered.
As they gradually entered the Netherworld Divine Hall, the smell of blood also increased. At this time, there was even a faint trace of blood in the air.
Finally, the group arrived at the core of the divine hall. The secret chamber door was opened and half of the pool of blood in the huge Blood Pool had lost its previous boiling. Two dried corpses lay on the ground.
Second Elder? Fourth Elder?
The two corpses on the ground were the two elders who escaped together with Zhuo Jiuyou back in the Aoyun Sect. They were also the Great Elder and Second Elder of the Netherworld Palace. It seemed like they had been dead for at least three months.
The two corpses were all skin and bones. It was as if all of their flesh and blood had been sucked dry. They no longer had the same elegant demeanor as before.
The Great Master fell into deep thought as he looked at the scene in front of him. He seemed to have thought of something, but at the same time, he couldn't recall what it was.
Ye Bufan couldn't help but feel anxious. His divine sense had already swept across the Netherworld Divine Palace a few times, but he didn't find anything. Where had Zhuo Jiuyou gone? Where was his father?
Second Palace Lord and Meng Lingfeng seemed to have discovered something. With a flick of his sleeve, a wave of Spiritual Energy pushed the Fourth Elder to the side. A line of blood appeared on the ground where the Fourth Elder was lying.
Zhuo Jiuyou, Devil Clan! Situ Jun was cultivating the Nine Nether Blood Devil Arts! He was escaping to the Nature's Mystery Sect! The disciples of the Netherworld Palace were announcing to the world that they would kill him together!
The handwriting was sloppy and weak. It should have been written by the Fourth Elder when he was at the end of his rope. However, Ye Bufan did not know what the Devil Clan represented. Why did the Fourth Elder want everyone in the world to kill him?
However, the Head Palace Master, who was deep in thought, suddenly felt enlightened. "Zhuo Jiuyou is indeed a member of the Devil Clan. No wonder I have always felt that I have seen this blood refinement method before."
The other three palace masters' faces darkened at the same time. Regarding the battle thousands of years ago... Although none of them had experienced it before, from the ancient records... And from the stories of the older generation and generation after generation, it was clear what kind of era it was...
Ye Bufan's expression also darkened. Whether the Devil Clan was a devil or not wasn't important to him, but his father still had no news about him. Zhuo Jiuyou was no longer in the Netherworld Palace, so where was his father?
"I'm going to find my father!" After saying that, Ye Bufan dashed out of the hall.
The three palace masters were stunned by the name of Devil Clan. They didn't pay too much attention to Ye Bufan's movement.
"What do you think about this matter?" The palace master was the first to ask.
Fourth Palace Lord was no longer as impulsive as before. He said cautiously, "Judging from the current situation, I'm afraid Fourth Elder is right!"
Second Palace Lord and Meng Lingfeng, who were deep in thought, nodded in agreement, indicating that they agreed with what Fourth Palace Lord said.
"There has been no news of Devil Clan for thousands of years. I didn't expect there to be a survivor in Vast Continent. However, if Situ Jun needs the blood essence of the two elders to cultivate the Nine Nether Blood Devil Arts, I'm afraid he has already cultivated to the third level. I estimate that none of us will be a match for him!" The Head Palace Master said in a depressed tone.
"Perhaps Bufan can!" Second Palace Lord and Meng Lingfeng said.
The Head Palace Master shook his head, "The third level of the Nine Nether Blood Devil Arts is equivalent to the strength of an Eighth Rank of Spirit Stage. Although Ye Bufan has a very high talent, he is still no match for him..."
After coming out from the Netherworld Divine Palace, Ye Bufan spread out his divine sense, and in the next moment, he appeared in front of the three disciples of the Netherworld Palace who were hiding in a cave.
"Come out!" Ye Bufan's cold voice was like a death talisman that struck the hearts of the three Netherworld Palace disciples in the cave.
Seeing that their whereabouts had been exposed, the three of them walked out of the cave. They saw that although Ye Bufan was younger than them, he didn't have any intention of resisting.
Without a doubt, these three people had escaped from the main hall. The scene of Ye Bufan casually killing the Third Elder was still vivid in their minds. They just didn't know how their cultivation base had fallen into someone else's eyes. Could it be that the Aoyun Sect wanted to eliminate the root of the problem? Not a single one of them was left alive? When they thought of this, their legs couldn't help but tremble.
Looking at Ye Bufan's blade-like eyes, the three of them lowered their heads even more. Finally, one of them said, "Senior, what orders do you have for us?"
This person could be considered smart. It had been a long time since Ye Bufan made a move. His survival instinct naturally wanted to find a chance to live.
"Where is the Netherworld Palace's cell?" Looking at the three men in front of him, who were only at the sixth level of the Qi Stage, Ye Bufan didn't intend to find out about his father's whereabouts from them.
Since the three of them didn't choose to fight to the death, but to secretly escape, it meant that they had a strong desire to live. This was also the reason why Ye Bufan chose the three of them.
"If you let us go, I will tell you!" A man behind the man who spoke just now suddenly said.
Ye Bufan coldly snorted. A wisp of spirit energy from his fingertip turned into a gust of wind and instantly pierced a bloody hole in the forehead of the man who spoke. The man didn't even have time to make a sound before he collapsed onto the ground.
The other two men looked at their dead companions and quickly pointed out the location of the dungeon to Ye Bufan. They didn't dare to make any request.
After getting the answer they wanted, Ye Bufan pointed his finger at the air, and broke through their Dantian. Then, he flew towards the dungeon. As for whether these two men were alive or dead after their inner strength was crippled, he couldn't help but worry.
Netherworld Prison!
Four big red words, vigorous and powerful...
Due to the attack of the Aoyun Sect, the disciples guarding this place had long disappeared. When Ye Bufan entered, the light immediately dimmed, and hundreds of stairs extended into the earth's stomach.
Although he knew that the chances of finding his father in this place wasn't great, Ye Bufan still wasn't willing to let go of this one in ten thousand chance. As fast as the wind, a green shadow flashed past and passed through hundreds of stairs in the blink of an eye. The moldy humid air came, but Ye Bufan remained unmoved. Looking at the empty cells, with every step Ye Bufan took, the heaviness in the heart increases by one layer.
He walked all the way to the end of the cells. Except for the empty cells, there was no one else.
Finally, Ye Bufan released his Divine Sense again. He carefully scanned every corner of the dungeon, not even letting go of the tiny mouse hole.
Finally, a glimmer of light flashed in Ye Bufan's eyes. Behind the stone wall of a cell, Ye Bufan could clearly feel another universe. However, his Divine Sense couldn't penetrate the stone wall.
Ye Bufan couldn't help but feel excited. Such a hidden cell, could it be that his father was in it? In a flash, Ye Bufan appeared in front of the stone wall.
He perfectly controlled his spirit energy and slowly broke through the stone wall of the cell. Ye Bufan was afraid that if he used too much force, he would hurt his father who was imprisoned inside.
An hour later, the stone wall, which should have been able to break through with a wave of his hand, was finally broken through. A weak light came from the gap in the cave. Ye Bufan quickly expanded the hole to the size of a person and entered it in a flash.
The nearly extinguished oil lamp flickered with a weak light. Not far away, a man with disheveled hair was bare-chested, and his upper body was locked by an arm-thick iron chain at the corner of the wall. He didn't even lift his head to look at Ye Bufan's intrusion.
Although there was someone, it was obviously not Ye Jian. Ye Bufan was disappointed, so he once again used his Divine Sense to search the dungeon more carefully. Unfortunately, no matter how hard Ye Bufan tried, he couldn't find anything.
Finally, Ye Bufan placed his last hope on the person in front of him.
"Can you answer a few questions of mine? After asking, I'll let you go." When Ye Bufan came in, he knew that this person had woken up. However, he was worried about his father's whereabouts and did not say much to him.
With the sound of the iron chain hitting him, the man slowly raised his head. His disdainful eyes swept across Ye Bufan's face and said, "This time, you have a new face? Was it useful? If I wanted to say it, I would have said it a long time ago. Do I need to wait until now? Go back and tell Zhuo Jiuyou to give up on this idea!"
" I am not from the Netherworld Palace! " At this moment, Ye Bufan finally saw the man's face clearly. Both of his eyes sank deep into his eyes. Countless wrinkles covered every corner of his face, and his messy hair scattered. Only then did Ye Bufan see that the iron chain did not lock his body. Instead, it passed through his shoulder blade.
"Ha... Ha... Ha..." The old man laughed very happily," Does Zhuo Jiuyou really think that I am a three-year-old child? You want to use such a trick to deceive me? If I wasn't Zhuo Jiuyou's trusted aide, how would I know there's another cell here?"
From the old man's words, it wasn't difficult for Ye Bufan to guess that there must be a secret in the old man's heart that even Zhuo Jiuyou was tempted by. Moreover, he had been imprisoned here for quite a long time, and until now, he hadn't revealed this secret.
If it was any other time, Ye Bufan would probably spend some effort to test it out. However, Ye Bufan, who was eager to know his father's whereabouts, had no interest in this secret. "You can make a decision after you hear the question I asked you. I said that as long as you answer my question. I will let you go, but I will never ask the same question as Zhuo Jiuyou. "