C36 He Was Locked up in the Bunker

It's been locked up in a bunker.

Zhuang Batian suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look at the four people in the distance. "Come here!" A loud shout was heard.

The four of them quickly got up and wiped the blood from the corner of their mouths. They nervously came to Zhuang Batian's side and bowed. "Thank you, Zhuang Elder, for capturing my enemy. Take revenge for Brother Hu.

"A bunch of trash! I asked you all, just now this kid said that Wen Hu wasn't killed by him. What he said is true? " What kind of cultivation did Zhuang Batian have? When he heard Mu Xuan's eyes that carried hatred, he spoke word by word. He knew that it was not as they had said.

"If you don't tell the truth, all of you will be buried with Wen Hu here!" Zhuang Batian roared angrily.

"Zhuang Elder was swallowed by Bi'an Diremonster, who was with Mu Xuan. He was ordered by Mu Xuan." Yin Yuejiannvzi continued to speak with a cunning look on her face.

"Hmm? Bi'an Diremonster?" There is no such demon in my Demon Beast Pavilion. "Where did this demon go?"

"Uh. He's already been injured by us. He's probably already dead. " Yin Yuejiannvzi continued.

After the death of this demon, his demon soul could ascend to the heavens and break through to become a Bi'an Divine Beast. My Demon Beast Pavilion has never had a divine beast. Zhuang Batian suddenly had a trace of desire in his heart. If he could subdue a divine beast... Give it to me! The inner sect Master's position in the inner sect would be like the sun in the sky. He would enter a position with real power.

"Return!" Zhuang Batian casually waved his hand, and a gust of wind suddenly rose, carrying the group of people and quickly flying away.

The next day, Mu Xuan woke up and found himself in a dark fortress. This fortress was very big, and it had a space of nearly 300 meters. There were two windows at the top of the fortress, emitting a faint light. In a corner of the fortress, there were many large stone cauldrons, each weighing nearly five thousand jin. There was nothing else.

Mu Xuan quickly got up and checked his body. Yes, he was fine. The lightning ring was still there. This should be the fortress of the Zhuang Mansion. Mu Xuan used the Wind Controlling Step and flashed a few times. He arrived at the edge of the fortress on the left. This was the Black Iron Crystal Wall. Mu Xuan quickly took out a flying sword made of 23 dragon scales and slashed with all his might. There were only sword marks left. It was useless. With my current strength, I can't break it. Mu Xuan quickly ran forward along the edge. Hmm? There was a gate made of Profound Iron Crystal. Mu Xuan hurried over. The Dragon-scale Sword in his hand rose again, but it was still not there. Furthermore, through the gap in the iron door, Mu Xuan could vaguely see a light screen outside the door. It should be a light screen barrier. This place was very strict. It seemed like this was the place where they usually locked up important enemies.

Just as he was thinking, the screen of light in the crack suddenly flashed and disappeared instantly. The Black Iron Crystal Door automatically opened.

A figure in white slowly walked over. It was Zhuang Wenlong. Mu Xuan stared at the smiling Zhuang Wenlong and was on guard.

"He's awake! Junior Brother Mu! Your life was saved by me. If I hadn't begged my father yesterday, you would have died." Zhuang Wenlong still had a smile on his face, looking kind. "I have only one request for saving you. In my training fort, you will use your telekinesis and your precious treasures to train with me. If you can beat me three times in a row. I'll let you go. What do you think?"

Mu Xuan didn't say anything, he just stared at Zhuang Wenlong. Zhuang Wenlong was at the peak of the Imperial Spirit Realm, but he actually said such a thing. He even had a smile on his face, what a smiling tiger. Let me defeat him at the peak of the Imperial Spirit realm with my fifth level of Qi Condensation, and more than three times. This is clearly not giving me a chance to live, letting me spar until I die.

Mu Xuan's eyes revealed a cold light. "If you want to fight, then fight. There are not many requirements."

"Good, straightforward! Just use your telekinesis." Zhuang Wenlong, dressed in white, laughed out loud, then took a step forward. The pressure on his body instantly pushed towards Mu Xuan. That was the tenth level of Qi Condensation at the peak of the Imperial Spirit realm. That pressure was like a tangible spirit energy field, and a gust of wind instantly blew from the center of the castle with Zhuang Wenlong as the center. The wind whistled through the entire castle, rushing towards Mu Xuan like a tsunami.

Mu Xuan quickly thought of something and took out an ink-jar. He casually threw it at Mu Xuan. A black light enveloped him. At the same time, he blinked his left eye and sent out three seals of psychokinesis. In an instant, the huge stone cauldron in the distance was lifted up. With a loud bang, it smashed towards Zhuang Wenlong. The sword formed from 23 dragon scales on his left hand shot up and stabbed towards the void in front of him. The pressure was instantly neutralized.

"Using my father's magic treasure again? Hmph, just in time!" Zhuang Wenlong raised his right hand and pointed in front of him. The huge stone cauldron stopped instantly and fell to the ground.

Mu Xuan's eyes narrowed. The Imperial Spirit realm is indeed powerful. I wonder when I will be able to reach this level.

"Is that all you have?" Zhuang Wenlong laughed and mocked. "Just use all of your skills. What I need is an opponent. If you are qualified to be my opponent, perhaps you can live longer."

Mu Xuan's face was gloomy, and he remained unmoved.

"Hmph, refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, you are courting death!" Zhuang Wenlong furiously shouted in a low voice. He raised his right hand again, and a fire dragon instantly appeared in his hand. He charged at Mu Xuan. At the same time, he pointed his left hand at Mu Xuan. A strong gust of wind shot out like a sword beam.

Mu Xuan moved. With the Wind Controlling Step, his body flashed like a ghost. At the same time, two more huge stone cauldrons suddenly smashed towards Zhuang Wenlong with a swoosh. The flying sword in his right hand flashed and slashed forward. It collided with the sword light formed by the strong wind. Clang! The sound of two swords colliding rang out. The strong wind sword light dissipated, and Mu Xuan shook his right hand. The flying sword in his hand buzzed, and he took three steps back. A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. The gap between their cultivation levels was too great, and it was obvious that they were no match for him. What should he do? Mu Xuan thought quickly, trying to come up with a countermeasure.

Zhuang Wenhu pointed his right hand twice again, and the two stone cauldrons stopped again. They landed next to him and sneered. "Take out your precious treasure and let me see your true ability!" Zhuang Wenlong had always believed that he definitely had a treasure that he could rely on.

At this moment, Mu Xuan also revealed a trace of a smile on his face. "Alright, I'll let you experience it!" After saying that, his left eye once again blinked crazily as he sent out three seals of psychokinesis. Another three stone cauldrons smashed down, and then, behind the stone cauldrons... Three more stone cauldrons followed. The dragon scale on the flying sword in his right hand suddenly flashed, and the Long River Sunset reached into the sky. Triggering! The power of the heavens and the earth directly slashed at Zhuang Wenlong in front of him. The spiritual energy of the sword was overwhelming. It carried a monstrous waterfall, and the roaring water dragon turned into thousands of flowing water sword lights and slashed at ___ in an instant.

A fierce look flashed across Zhuang Wenlong's eyes, "Another stone cauldron? This kid only knows how to smash stone cauldrons!" Both of his hands pointed forward once again, and three stone cauldrons fell down." En? He waved his hand again, and the three stone cauldrons fell down in front of Zhuang Wenlong once again. "Hmph, you still have something left?" Just as he was about to roar in anger, he suddenly saw a monstrous Water Dragon Sword Light rushing towards him in an instant. Zhuang Wenlong quickly retracted his contempt, and a black iron folding fan appeared in his right palm. He hurriedly opened the fan and forcefully swung it forward. Streams of strong wind formed into three heavy punches and smashed towards ___. They collided with the sword beam that was charging towards him.