now.
Inside a dungeon.
The dungeon is thirty square meters in size and is square in shape.
Some dry grass was spread on the ground.
A broken bowl rolled onto the edge of the fence.
There was a thick, dark chain in each of the four corners, connecting to the person leaning against the wall on the east side.
This person.
His gray hair was loose, covering half of his face so his features were not visible. He wore a tattered black robe and leaned against the wall, his head tilted to one side.
His body, shrouded in a black robe, was thin and bony.
This person is completely still; even if he's not dead, he's practically dead.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the dungeon shook.
The man in the black robe slowly opened his eyes.
His lifeless eyes glanced at the railing through his disheveled, graying hair, then fell silent again.
a long time.
Suddenly, another sound came from the front of the dungeon.
“Ah Chen…”
Upon hearing the voice, the figure in black robes trembled, then shook his head. "Am I dreaming? Ah Chen... how could he be here?"
"Invite the Moon!"
Once again, that familiar voice rang out.
The entire dungeon trembled.
In an instant, many prisoners in the dungeon opened their eyes.
They stared in surprise at the gate.
Fang Chen grabbed Hu Laomo and instantly arrived at the entrance of Yaoyue's dungeon. With a wave of his hand, the gate's bars melted away like ice and snow.
"Inviting the Moon..."
Fang Chen looked at Yao Yue, who was bound in the cell by iron chains, and could hardly believe his eyes.
His hair was gray, his body was emaciated, his eyes were lifeless, and his exposed skin was wrinkled. This...
Just now, his divine sense swept over this dungeon.
However, not seeing Yaoyue's appearance, Fang Chen subconsciously ignored it.
Fang Chen waved his hand again, and the cold iron chains on Yao Yue's hands immediately melted.
"Ah Chen, it really is you! You finally came to save me, I... am I dreaming?" Yao Yue broke free of her chains, struggled for a moment, and said in a trembling voice.
“Xiaoyue, you’re not dreaming. Ziling told me… It’s all my fault. I’m late…” Fang Chen said, then strode forward.
“Sister Zi Ling…”
As Yaoyue spoke, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and abruptly covered her face, saying, "Achen, don't come any closer!"
"Xiaoyue, why?"
Fang Chen paused, taken aback.
"For no reason!"
"Invite the Moon," she said in an icy tone.
"Yaoyue, is it because of the scars on your face? Who did it? Tell me!" Fang Chen stood there, his divine sense already seeing Yaoyue's current condition.
"You... you know everything."
Yaoyue trembled violently, then continued, "I drew it myself."
"Hu Qinglei, I will torture your primordial spirit for thousands of years! Grind it bit by bit!!" Fang Chen said through gritted teeth as he looked at the primordial spirit of Hu Laomo in his hand.
At this moment, Fang Chen knew all too well that Yao Yue was beautiful and had been captured by these people. In order to escape, she ultimately harmed herself by slashing her own face.
He escaped the humiliation, but because he possessed phoenix blood, the old demon used his blood to condense the Five-Colored Divine Light Divine Power.
"This is the cultivation world. One day, I will be able to restore your appearance!" Fang Chen's figure flashed, and he appeared beside Yao Yue.
He picked her up in his arms.
Feeling how light the person in his arms was and how thin and bony she looked, Fang Chen felt a pang of pain in his heart and could not suppress his anger.
Eight or nine tenths of the phoenix blood in Yaoyue's body has already been drained.
boom!
Fang Chen's figure instantly soared into the sky!