Unlike ordinary dungeons, the dungeon in front of him had no iron bars, doors or windows. It was simply a frame made of four huge stones, which looked perfunctory and sloppy.
However, the seemingly perfunctory and sloppy frame was now immersed in a thick black air. The four huge stones were also covered with crooked lines, which echoed the lines on the ground inside the frame, forming a complex array.
In the middle of the formation, Wu Qiongcang was trapped inside. Thick iron chains pierced through both of his shoulder blades, and the other end was tied to a huge rock. There was also an iron chain tied around each ankle. He was torn apart in a spread-eagle position and could not move.
Whenever Wu Qiongcang made a movement, large clouds of black gas would spew out from the huge rocks on all sides, and then turn into silk threads that would tighten into his flesh.
When he stopped struggling, those black lines would emerge from his flesh again. When he struggled again, they would go back in... The whole process was like slow slicing.
But even so, Wu Qiongcang still did not give up struggling.
When Yelu Moyan came over, not an inch of Wu Qiongcang's skin and flesh was intact. He was covered in blood and his skin was torn.
It was the first time he had seen someone so fearless of death.
Squinting his eyes and examining Wu Qiongcang, Yelu Moyan raised his brows slightly and said in surprise, "Great Perfection of the Spiritual Transformation Stage? Tsk, are there actually cultivators with such high cultivation levels in the human world?"
Unfortunately, he has not recovered from his serious injuries.
If not for this, even with his four meteorite stones and four soul-locking chains, he might not be able to trap this master.
Yelu Moyan held the hand warmer and said with a cheerful smile, "What a pity! No matter how high your cultivation level is, you are still imprisoned by my formation."
There was undisguised pride in his tone.
Dare to break into his Jiuyou City... Humph, no matter whether you are a god or an immortal, I will lock you up one by one.
When the struggling Wu Qiongcang heard the word "this lord", he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Yelu Mo Ran. His peach blossom eyes, which were usually three parts distracted and seven parts casual, were now as cold as a ray, staring at Yelu Mo Ran fiercely.
Being stared at by such a pair of ferocious eyes like a wild beast, Yelu Moran felt a sense of familiarity.
A long time ago, there was a young boy who stared at him with such a ferocious beast-like look and said viciously that he would grind him to dust.
What’s funny is that at that time, the boy’s neck was still in his hands.
Later, the boy seemed to be strangled to death by him... I can't remember clearly.
After sleeping for thousands of years under the thick soil of Canglang Sea, many memories have become vague and distant.
But this look...
Yelu Moyan waved his hand, and a gust of strong wind blew towards Wu Qiongcang, lifting the messy hair in front of his cheeks.
Yelu Moran stared at the face that had turned extremely pale from torture, and looked at it carefully for a moment, confirming that there was no such person in his memory.
But Wu Qiongcang's eyes did give him a very familiar feeling.
Yelu Moran thought about it, but couldn't help asking Wu Qiongcang curiously, "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you know me? Or, have we met before?"
Hearing him ask this, Wu Qiongcang was stunned for a moment, and a thought flashed through his mind: Yelu Mo Ran doesn't remember him!
That’s right, he was only fourteen years old at that time, still a teenager.
Now that so many years have passed, his appearance cannot be said to have been completely transformed, but compared to the past, it can be said that he has changed a lot.
Besides, he was just an ordinary person at that time and probably would not be noticed by the big monster in front of him.
The most important thing right now is to find a way to break the formation and escape, not to be violent or ruthless for a while.
Thinking of this, Wu Qiongcang snorted, a smile curling up at the corner of his mouth: "You captured me and tortured me with this formation. How do you want me to look at you? You can't make me cry with gratitude, right?"
Yelu Moran thought for a moment and nodded, "That's right, what you said makes sense. You really shouldn't be so grateful to me. After all, I want to refine you and use you as the core of my formation."
The great demon beast wanted to refine him into the center of the formation?
Wu Qiongcang frowned and glanced at the formation under his feet.
Meteorite Stone, Soul-Locking Chain.
Looking at the patterns of the formations again, Wu Qiongcang narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
Treating yourself as the center of the formation is actually a good idea to break it.
He was already injured, and now he was trapped by the Meteorite Stone and the Soul-Locking Chain. It was not impossible for him to escape from the formation, but it would take a long time.
But if he is allowed to be the center of the formation, then he will be able to control the formation.
The biggest danger is only one: he will be refined into a puppet by the big monster.
But who is he?
It's just puppetry, are you qualified to show off in front of him?
Yelu Moran seemed very interested in using Wu Qiong Cang as the center of the formation and was about to make a move. At this moment, a small demon wearing a ghost mask hurried over and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Sir, sir——!"
Before Yelu Moyan could get angry, the little devil with a ghostly face shouted in a louder voice, "Sir, the lady has a gift for you!"
The little evil demon with a ghost face shouted loudly while holding the small porcelain bottle high in both hands.
Yelu Moran was just about to slap the howling little demon to death when he suddenly heard the words, "Madam has a gift for you." He hurriedly stopped, grabbed the small porcelain bottle in the air, and without even taking a closer look, he hurriedly asked the ghost-faced demon:
"This! Is this really a gift from Madam?!"
There was a tone of disbelief and surprise in his voice, and his hand holding the small porcelain bottle was shaking.
The ghost-faced little demon nodded vigorously and said, "Really, really! Madam also told you not to go to Yunjian Town again... Madam is worried about you and is afraid that you will get hurt again!"
The latter sentence was not actually said by the city lord’s wife.
But the City Lord's wife not only sent pills, but also reminded him not to go to Yunjian Town again. It was obvious that she cared about the City Lord.
So when the little devil with a ghost face said the last impromptu words, he was not nervous at all.
After hearing this, Yelu Mo Ran burst into laughter. He was lifted up by a huge joy. He held the small porcelain bottle that Wu Qing Chen gave him and looked at it again and again as if it were a treasure.
Even Wu Qiongcang followed suit and took a look.
The small porcelain bottle is not much bigger than a thumb. On its round white belly, there is a little orange cat with a similarly round belly... Wait, a little orange cat!
Wu Qiongcang's pupils shrank, and his gaze, which was about to move away, suddenly moved back and fell directly on the right ear of the little orange cat.
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