However, his possession card has not been used yet.

There was some restlessness in his storage space.

It seemed to be telling him that there was something that could solve the problem before him.

Confused, he took back the possession card from his finger.

There are only eight possession cards left now, and the person previously possessed by a possession card was the Human Emperor Fuxi.

Such a commotion shocked heaven and earth.

But he also understood that everything was just caused by the possession card and had nothing to do with him.

The Human Emperor that the Heaven bowed to and respectfully welcomed was only the possessed Fuxi, not him, Qin Lang.

Now, if there is anything in the storage space that can get rid of these soul-seeking chains and save a possession card, it may be a good choice.

But when his consciousness probed into the storage space, there seemed to be nothing else inside except everyday furniture and a pile of pots and pans.

"Was it just an illusion?"

Qin Lang thought to himself and took out the magic sword Apophis from the storage space.

He walked behind Yu Wuqin holding Xiao Sisi.

"I'll give it a try."

As he said that, he slashed at the Soul-Seeking Chain with his sword.

There was a clang sound and sparks flew everywhere.

Yu Wuqin, who was pierced by the Soul-Seeking Chain, immediately let out a cry of pain.

"ah!"

The sharp cry made Qin Lang realize that the Soul-Seeking Chain must have affected the wound, making Yu Wuqin unbearable.

Qin Lang didn't dare to strike with the sword a second time.

If one sword is so powerful, I'm afraid Yu Wuqin will die under the Soul-Seeking Chain before it breaks.

What's worse, Haoyue next to him has been imprisoned for a long time.

The soul-seeking chain is almost integrated with Haoyue's body.

It won't work if you force it like this!

He looked towards the door, and the elder of Qianyuan Sect had already escaped to somewhere unknown.

He, Yu Wuqin and Haoyue, who were tied up with soul-binding chains, were the only ones left in the underground cell.

"Let me think about it, there must be a way!"

Qin Lang comforted softly.

Although he was speaking to Yu Wuqin, he was also speaking to Haoyue beside him.

“Buzz buzz buzz…”

The previous feeling still came to my mind.

Qin Lang was puzzled.

What on earth is it?

Open the storage space and let Xiao Sisi throw it in again.

His consciousness was also drawn.

Among the many pieces of furniture, he saw the rusty carving knife of the Confucian saint lying quietly.

"The Confucian Sage's carving knife?"

Qin Lang took out the Confucian Sage's carving knife from the storage space.

The feeling just now seemed to be conveyed by the carving knife of this Confucian sage.

But he wasn't sure.

He was really delighted when he got the carving knife from the Confucian sage in the past.

But the Confucian sage's carving knife was ordinary and had no effect at all.

He threw it into the storage space and ignored it.

Today, when he picked up the Confucian sage's carving knife again, he was very puzzled.

Could it be that this rusty carving knife of the Confucian sage can really break the soul-binding chain?

Before he could settle his mind, the Confucian carving knife in Qin Lang's hand began to tremble continuously.

Qin Lang was surprised and puzzled. He was still wondering what was going on when the Confucian Sage's carving knife flew out of his hand, drew an arc in the underground prison cell, and stopped beside Yu Wuqin's soul-seeking chain.

"Can you break the chain?"

Qin Lang looked at the Confucian sage's carving knife and asked.

When he finished asking the question, a look of self-mockery appeared on his face.

I thought to myself, he is really crazy, actually wanting to talk to a carving knife.

"Can……"

An old and frail voice sounded.

"What the hell?"

Qin Lang looked at the carving knife in surprise.

There were only him, Yu Wuqin and Haoyue in the underground cell.

What he just asked about was also the Confucian sage's carving knife.

Now, could the old man's voice that suddenly appeared be really this carving knife?

Before he could determine whether to stop or not, the old and frail voice sounded again.

"This chain is so easy!"

The old voice was full of contempt.

A cold light flashed, followed by a few "cracking" sounds.

Several soul-binding chains were cut off by the carving knife.

Yu Wuqin was stunned.

“It seems to work!”

She had a look of delight on her face.

Several soul-binding chains broke, which made her feel a little better.

"Faster! Faster! Faster!"

she cried out in ecstasy.

When Qin Lang heard the voice, he had the urge to cover his face.

The only thing to be thankful for is that there is still a bright moon here.

Otherwise, if Yu Wuqin made this sound and someone else heard it, he would not be able to wash himself clean even if he jumped into the sea.

There will definitely be people who misunderstand that he and Yu Wuqin are doing something shameful.

The Confucian sage's carving knife floats lightly in the air, neither hurried nor slow.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Even an old man shouldn't stretch his muscles so vigorously. Let me take a break!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the carving knife bent and twisted in the air, as if it was really moving its waist.

Upon seeing this, Qin Lang felt that the carving knife of the Confucian sage was so strange. As the owner of the carving knife, the Confucian sage was probably not much better, and he was probably bound to be disrespectful to his elders.

"Ahem, hurry up and cut off their chains so we can leave here."

He urged loudly.

If the Confucian sage's carving knife really cut through one soul, he would need to rest. However, there were probably thirty-six soul-binding chains binding the two people, and he would not be able to cut them all even by tomorrow.

"immediately!"

Qin Lang's urging made the Confucian sage dare not slack off.

As the cold light flashed, all the soul-binding chains broke in an instant.

"Bang……"

Haoyue's body fell to the ground weakly.

She had been imprisoned for too long and her physical and spiritual energy was almost exhausted. The moment she was freed, her body had no pressure and she fainted instantly.

Yu Wuqin was fine and managed to stand up.

"Owner!"

The Confucian sage's carving knife made an old sound and danced excitedly in front of Qin Lang.

Qin Lang frowned.

The voice sounded similar to that of an old man in his seventies or eighties. Even calling him master was enough to scare him.

"Come back first, I have something to ask you later!"

Without much hesitation, he reached out and put the Confucian Sage's carving knife back into the storage space.

"Senior, where is Xiao Yi?"

Yu Wuqin looked at Qin Lang with some concern.

Although it was Qian Yuanzong who brought Qin Lang in, she was worried about whether Xiao Yi might be ambushing outside.

"Dead."

Qin Lang responded casually.

He had bent down and carried Haoyue on his back.

At this moment, he only felt reluctant and had no other thoughts at all.

Yu Wuqin blinked, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

Looking at the infinitely tender man in front of her, she was actually a little envious of Haoyue.

Xiao Yi is the strongest cultivator in Qiankun Continent. How could Xiao Yi be dead?

Although it was hard to believe, she chose to believe it.

She knew that the man in front of her was also very powerful.

If Xiao Yi had not died, how could this man appear in this underground cell and rescue her and Haoyue?

Following Qin Lang's exit from the cell, he walked into Qianyuan Sect.

Everything that came into her sight made her wonder whether she was still in Qianyuan Sect.

Just a few days ago, before she was captured by Xiao Yi, Qianyuan Sect was in full swing, and disciples of Qianyuan Sect were everywhere.

But now, the desertedness of Qianyuan Sect made her wonder if she had come to the wrong place.

"Where are the people from Qianyuan Sect..."

Yu Wuqin looked at Qin Lang beside her with confusion, who was standing with his back to the bright moon.

Qin Lang raised his head, looked around, and shook his head.

"I don't know. There are less than 10,000 people left in the Qianyuan Sect. They should have dispersed."

His words were very calm.

It seemed as if what came out of his mouth was an understatement.

“Gurgle…”

Yu Wuqin swallowed her saliva, and her tallness rose and fell with the swallowing movement, creating a spectacular spring scene.