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Chapter 1883 The warden and jailer of the Netherworld Dungeon

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    (I wrote a wrong place before. Pluto was imprisoned on the 15th floor. It was written as the 17th floor. It was too long and I remembered it wrong. I¡¯m really sorry. It has been revised.)

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    The monks from the Ancient Suppressing Clan all stared at Zhang Ruochen with expressions of nervousness and anticipation.

    Does a more advanced blood-suppressing talisman really exist?

    If it existed, it would undoubtedly be a weapon against the undead vampires. Even a strong man like Baihuan Shenzi would probably have to run away and never dare to step into the territory of the Ancient Suppressing Prison Clan again.

    Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment, took out the talisman of the "Great Sage's Blood Suppression Talisman" and handed it to Shi Qiankun.

    "There is actually a more advanced blood-suppressing talisman."

    "Great, with the blood-suppressing talisman, no matter how many masters the undead vampires have, we can suppress them."

    The monks from the Zhenyu Ancient Clan were all excited and happy.

    Shi Qiankun carefully took over the talisman of the Great Sage-level blood-suppressing talisman and felt quite surprised. Could it be that an undead vampire in the Nine-Step Saint King realm or even the Great Sage realm could use a talisman to suppress them?

    Shi Qiankun observed with concentration. At first, there was a hint of joy on his face, but as time went by, the joy disappeared and his expression gradually became solemn.

    The great sage-level blood-suppressing talisman is quite complicated, and the talisman patterns are mysterious.

    Some of the lines, even with Shi Qiankun's talisman skills, feel like he is reading a book from heaven, which is a bit difficult to understand and elusive.

    "Wow¡ª¡ª"

    Shi Qiankun used his finger as a pen to draw rune patterns in mid-air.

    I tried more than ten times in a row, but all ended in failure.

    Shi Ren saw a lot of sweat on Shi Qiankun's forehead and his eyes were bloodshot. He quickly woke up Shi Qiankun who was immersed in the runes: "Father, don't be too persistent. Wake up quickly."

    Shi Qiankun trembled all over, then let out a long breath and finally moved his eyes away from the talisman.

    He rubbed his temples and sighed: "My mental strength is not strong enough. I'm afraid I won't be able to draw the Great Sage-level blood-suppressing talisman. I'm ashamed, I'm really ashamed."

    "Clan leader, your mental strength has reached the fifty-seventh level. Isn't it strong enough?" Elder Xuanfeng said.

    Shi Qiankun shook his head, handed the talisman to Shi Ren, and said, "Ren'er, your mental strength has surpassed that of your father. Do you want to try?"

    Shi Ren took the talisman and tried it, but still ended in failure.

    "The Great Sage-level blood-suppressing talisman is too profound! Every line on it is like a river tens of thousands of miles long. It is already difficult to draw a river tens of thousands of miles long on a small talisman.  Climb to the sky. What's more, you have to draw thousands of rivers together on the talisman. It's difficult, it's too difficult. It is estimated that only a spiritual power sage can do it. Moreover, that spiritual power sage must also  You need to have profound attainments in Talisman Dao." Shi Ren sighed several times.

    The atmosphere in the Sword Tomb Palace became heavy.

    Shi Qiankun said: "If my father is here, maybe we can give it a try."

    Shi Qiankun¡¯s father, named Shi Mingyuan, is also the old patriarch of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan.

    Two hundred years ago, Shi Mingyuan entered the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon and entered the realm of the Saint King of Martial Arts.  Initially, the estimated duration of retreat was three years.

    However, two hundred years have passed, and Shi Mingyuan has not emerged from the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon. It is most likely that there will be bad luck.

    Although two hundred years ago, Shi Mingyuan's martial arts realm was only half-step to the Saint King.

    However, the strength of his mental power is unfathomable, and he is a figure who can discuss the Tao with Wu Zun, the owner of Wu City Bank.  Even if Shi Mingyuan is not the first person in the Kunlun world in terms of attainments in talismans, he can definitely be among the top three.

    Shi Ren was slightly moved and said: "Father, our cultivation level was too low before and we didn't dare to go to the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon to look for grandpa. With our current strength, maybe we can give it a try."

    Shi Qiankun¡¯s eyes condensed, and then he stood up and paced back and forth in the Sword Tomb Palace, as if he had any concerns.

    In fact, he has long had the idea of ??going to the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon. However, the fifteenth floor imprisoned the evil Hades who once brought trouble to the Kunlun world, so the matter has been shelved.

    Shi Ren quickly added: "Father, don't hesitate any more. If grandpa is not dead and is still trapped in the dungeon on the fifteenth floor, we can just rescue him. Besides, we are not alone. Brother Zhang and his friends are also here."  It will help us.¡±

    Zhang Ruochen had the idea of ????entering the Netherworld Dungeon, so naturally he would not miss this opportunity. He suddenly stood up and said: "JuniorThe old man in front of him looked like an ordinary person, without any energy fluctuations on his body. However, Shi Qiankun had seen him two hundred years ago, and he was the same as he is now.

    Shi Qiankun¡¯s father, Shi Mingyuan, once said that when he was a child, he also saw Kong Lao, who looked like this at that time.

    Therefore, Shi Qiankun suspected that Kong Lao was not a human being at all, but was a plant like the four wardens, so he had a very long lifespan.

    Shi Qiankun said: "Kong Lao, a sword-wielder from the Zhenyu Ancient Clan, wants to ask you something."

    "The sword holder? Which sword holder?" Konglao asked.

    "Zhang Ruochen, the eighteenth generation sword holder of Taotian Sword, has met his predecessor."

    Zhang Ruochen came to Kong Lao and saluted him with clasped fists.

    Kong Lao tried his best to open his eyes wide and stared at Murong Yue next to Zhang Ruochen. He stretched out a trembling hand and said, "Take out the Taotian Sword and let me see it."

    "This junior Taotian Sword is stored elsewhere and is not carried with him." Zhang Ruochen said.

    "Oh, that's how it is!"

    Kong Lao lowered his head again, a little disappointed, and then asked: "What do you want to ask about?"

    "About eight hundred years ago, Princess Chi Yao of Chi Qing's Central Empire escorted a creature named Bao Lie and imprisoned him in the Netherworld Dungeon?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

    "Eight hundred years, it's been so long, how can you remember it clearly? I'll check it for you, maybe there is a record."

    Kong Lao reached into his arms and took out a clay pot. Inside the clay pot was a silver cactus with sharp needles and nine circles of silver brilliance.

    "No, no, I got it wrong!"

    Konglao stuffed the mud basin back into his prison robe and continued to fumble.

    When Shi Qiankun saw the cactus, his eyelids jumped and he recognized it. It was the Silver Thorn Warden who had died in the hands of the Qingtian Blood Emperor. It was actually planted in the mud pot, and it was obviously still alive.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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