Chapter 952

Chapter 335The Imperial Capital War Department Training Ground.Dust is flying everywhere!Chapter 952

Once it comes out.

Now that the lord of the mansion is in seclusion, there's literally no one who can stand up to me!

"Impossible!"

Jiang Tianyang said in a serious tone: "The Nether Prison is the cold air of heaven and earth. No matter how strong he is, it's impossible to last for twenty years. What's more, if he's still alive, he should be able to get out."

"It's totally unnecessary to see us go back again!"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's just a shift in the earth or a sudden thickening of the cold air leaking out. There's no need to panic everyone, please go back home. It was all a false alarm."

Upon hearing this, the crowd relaxed their vigilance.

What he said makes sense.

First of all, that old monster couldn't possibly be alive.

What is this

First, if they are alive, they should be eager to come out immediately. They shouldn't go back!

Suddenly, people started to leave one after another.

This is the present moment.

Zhao Ping'an is in the abyss, his legs propping against the sides of the cliff, stone overhead!

He was surrounded by frost, like a snowman!

"If it weren't for his otherworldly aura, he would have died hundreds of times over!"

"This is not the Evil Kun prison, but the Underworld Prison..."

"That means the prison in the west is Zhengkun Prison, and Yun Ling'er is there!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Ping'an felt more at ease. Although he didn't manage to rescue Yun Ling'er tonight, he now knew her exact location!

There is no sound outside, I'm going out.

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"Isn't it tiring up there Why don't you come down and chat with me I've been here for twenty years, awfully lonely."

Then, suddenly, a voice, ancient and creaking, came from below.

Zhao Ping'an felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound. He instinctively lowered his head, but all he saw was darkness below.

This sound... is it the old monster they've been talking about

"How is it that you survived for twenty years in this freezing cold"

Before Zhao Ping'an could speak,ndings grew eerily silent, as if all sounds had been absorbed by the whips.It is not difficult to guess that this whip, when it hits the body, is no longer as simple as skin and flesh being torn apart...