When Meng Fan successfully entered the Beast Taming Gate.
Underground beneath a tall tower at the Beast Taming Gate.
There is a pit tens of meters deep.
The light in the deep pit is dim and full of poisonous turbid mist.
If a strong man who cuts the sky takes a breath, he may be a little bit too much.
There is a rustling sound coming from the mist, like a snake crawling, which makes people listen a lot.
It's discomfort.
When you look through the mist, you will find that the bottom of the pit is covered with white bones.
There are slender poisonous snakes, black poisonous scorpions, and even red centipedes walking among the bones, and from time to time drilling in and out of the black eye sockets of the skeleton.
The entire bottom of the pit was filled with a strong smell of death.
This awe-inspiring place is the soul-suppressing prison of the Beast Taming Sect.
A weak figure huddled among the bones, shivering.
She is not a living person, but a soul.
She is the Qingling that Meng Fan wants to save no matter what.
Around her, there was a dense circle of venomous snakes.
The venomous snakes were colorful, hissing, and their protruding eyeballs looked directly at her with the light of hunger.
"Don't come here.
I'm a ghost.
I'm not nutritious.
You guys should eat the bones.
Dogs like to eat bones.
It must be delicious.
Can you try it?"
A ball of cyan elixir fire floated in Qing Ling's palm.
She kept waving the pill fire to drive away the poisonous snakes.
If it weren't for the pill fire, her soul would have been devoured by the poisonous snake, and no trace of it would be left.
This is the viciousness of Qi Tianli.
He used vicious methods to injure Qing's soul body to an extreme degree of weakness, leaving only a trace of her cultivation.
She was slowly tortured in the soul-suppressing pit, watching with her own eyes as her soul body was bitten by poisonous insects until she was no longer at all.
All that's left is completely gone.
The pill fire consumed a lot of her cultivation.
As time slowly passed, the elixir fire in her palm became increasingly dim.
"Woo" "Tuk Tuk" Suddenly, from above the pit, there was a burst of strange sounds, like someone playing the Qiang flute.
"Hehe, that girl looks really good, but it's a pity she's a ghost."
"It doesn't matter if you are a ghost.
If you have the ability, go down and enjoy yourself.
If you dare to go, I will call you big brother."
"Go away, do you think I'm stupid?"
Two Beast Taming Sect disciples stood on the edge of the pit, looking down and saying some unpleasant words.
One of the disciples held a small, light metal pot in his hand.
When he blew the pot, a sound came out.
That weird sound.
"She doesn't seem to be afraid of snakes.
Let's try another wave of poisonous scorpions."
With the strange sound of the small metal pot, the colorful poisonous snakes retreated from Qing Ling, while countless black poisonous scorpions quickly crawled over from the mist and surrounded Qing Ling.
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"Scorpions, I'm afraid of scorpions."
Qing Ling raised her head and looked at the two disciples pleadingly, "Can you let the snakes come back?
Scorpions are not fun at all.
How about changing them to toads?"
When she was a child, one day she was playing in the mountains of Ziyang Palace and was accidentally stung by a poisonous scorpion.
Her foot was so painful and swollen that it took four or five days before she could walk.
Scorpions became her childhood nightmare and she would often dream about them.
Scorpions crawled all over her bedside, scaring her so much that she woke up with tears in her eyes.
"Bite her, bite her" The two disciples didn't care about Qing Ling's plea at all.
They had evil smiles on their faces and urged the poisonous scorpion to bite Qing Ling.
For them, this can only be regarded as a recreational game.
They had seen countless wandering ghosts, and they were thrown into this deep pit, and in the end they were devoured by poisonous insects.
Those poisonous scorpions didn't seem to be afraid of the pill fire in Qing Ling's palm.
They crawled over in dense numbers, leaving shallow crawl marks on the ground.
Qing Ling waved the pill fire towards the poisonous scorpions, and the poisonous scorpions were burned to death. , and some climbed onto her body and stabbed their poisonous thorns into her soul.
Screams suddenly came from the bottom of the pit.
The two disciples smiled even more happily.
"Meng Fan, I'm in so much pain and so scared, come and save me."
The poisonous scorpions on Qing's soul body were crawling more and more, greedily absorbing her soul, and her belly slowly became rounder.
"No, Meng Fan, you can't come.
You will die if you come.
Don't come."
Qing Ling slowly fell down and blinked her frightened eyes.
Then a scorpion crawled over and covered her eyes.
At this time, Meng Fan had already reached the square of the Beast Taming Gate.
The air here is completely different from that of the Yuxian Sect.
It is filled with the filthy smell emitted by various birds and animals.
There are waves of heart-stopping roars, dull and dull coming from a distance.
It is unclear what kind of beast is coming from it. .
In the center of the square is a giant unicorn statue more than ten meters high.
The Qilin beast sits north and faces south, looking down at the bottom with a stern look, with a domineering momentum.
"Uncle Meng, the Beast Taming Gate is centered on the square and is divided into four areas, southeast, southeast and northwest.
The types of spirit beasts raised in each area are different.
The Soul Suppressing Prison is in the west."
Qin He pointed to the west.
He looked at a tall tower in front of him and said, "It's just under that tall tower."
"I know."
Meng Fan glanced at the tall tower to the west and walked quickly.
As the tower approached, his heart became more and more uneasy and his steps became faster and faster.
Qin He found that if he didn't use a little The power of cultivation cannot keep up with Meng Fan.
"Yu Ming, stop" When the two of them had just walked through a long corridor, a low and hoarse voice came from behind.
Meng Fan frowned.
He had now transformed into Yu Ming.
The other party's name was Yu Ming, so naturally he was calling him.
But now saving people is like putting out fires.
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He ignored the other party's voice and glanced at the person who was close to him.
Tower, keep moving forward quickly.
"Yu Ming, I want you to stop."
The voice became a little colder, and soon an old man in gray robes, exuding the fluctuations of Tian Zhan's early stage cultivation, stood in front of Meng Fan and glared at him, "You have I didn’t hear what this elder said.”
"Have you met the second elder?"
When Qin He saw the man, he hurriedly bent over and secretly tugged at the corner of Meng Fan's clothes.
"Early stage of Tianzhu."
Meng Fan lowered his eyes slightly and muttered to himself, then raised his eyes to look at the old man, "What do you want from the second elder?"
The old man was about seventy years old, with a slender face.
When he saw Meng Fan's gaze, he was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect Meng Fan to look at him with such cold eyes, and snorted displeasedly: "Very good." , Yu Ming, you and Master Qi have gotten closer, and you don’t even take me as an elder seriously.
Let me ask you, have you done what I asked you to do?"
The name of this second elder is Zou Wulue.
He was originally at the third level of Zhantian cultivation.
But a few days ago, Ximen Qing, the envoy of the Nanwu sect, came to Yushoumen to ask for training resources.
He added one more thing and said, "This year's sect management The situation is not good, can we reduce some resources?"
He was seriously injured by Ximen Qing, who was at the fifth level of Zhantian cultivation level, causing cold air to enter his body and his cultivation level plummeted.
These days there has been no improvement.
He wanted to ask Master Qi for a middle-grade cold-repelling pill, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even see Master Qi's face.
Seeing that Yu Ming was always sent out to do things by Head Qi from time to time, he entrusted Yu Ming to convey his appeal to Head Qi.
He also accidentally saw Yu Ming just now, so he stopped to ask.
But who would have thought that the person he stopped was not really Yu Ming.
"Second Elder, it's done."
Meng Fan didn't know what the second elder was doing, but he stretched out his hand and slowly opened his palm.
The second elder really thought that Yu Ming in front of him had directly obtained the elixir for him.
He was overjoyed and lowered his head to look at Meng Fan's palm.
Unexpectedly, Meng Fan's palm suddenly lifted up and slapped him in the face: