Immortal Martial God

Chapter 365 Feiyun Temple Dungeon

"My Buddha is merciful." A total of fifty Feiyun Temple monks surrounded them, and all fifty of them stepped on the green leaves on the treetops, surrounding everyone.

"Not good, it's a martial monk from Feiyun Temple." The Xuanzong man was shocked, but he wasn't particularly afraid.

Xiang Nan also stopped his movements. No matter how conceited he was, it was impossible for him to defeat 51 experts from the Flying Cloud Temple.

"Senior Brother Yun Du." On the treetop, a monk held a staff and said, "What should we do with these people?"

Yun Du wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and put his hands together. "All the monsters have surpassed their limits. All humans will be brought back to the temple to be ordered by the Commandment Academy."

The monks nodded and landed one after another. They held long sticks in their hands and smashed all the demons to death on the spot.

This scene caused the corners of Xiang Nan's eyes to twitch.

The Flying Cloud Temple treated humans well, but when it came to the demons, they would never let go of them even if they could kill them. They didn't even frown when they killed the demons.

"Stinking monk! Do you still dare to capture me?" The Black Sect man shouted at Yun Du, "You are from the Feiyun Temple, I am from the Haoran Sect, and both of us are decent sects."

"What right do you have to arrest me!"

Yun Du clasped his hands together and said, "Little monk doesn't dare to capture Junior Brother Xiang Nan. I only ask Junior Brother to settle down in the temple. I will naturally invite the Haoran Sect Elder to come and bring you here later."

These words were pleasant to hear, but in fact, they still had to be captured.

The Heavenly Profound Sect man was helpless, but since he had already found one, he didn't care anymore and could only leave with the monks.

As for Xiang Nan and the other human martial artists, they didn't receive such good treatment. All of them were tied up by the monks using Yuan Qi light ropes and flew away with them.

The Commandment Academy was the law enforcement agency of Feiyun Temple.

Xiang Nan and the others were all brought over and interrogated by the headmaster.

Actually, they said it was an interrogation, but they basically didn't give Xiang Nan and the others a chance to explain.

One of the elders of the Academy said, "You are humans, but you are with the demons. You will be thrown into the dungeon this time. You will be imprisoned for three years. After three years, you will naturally be released."

With that, Xiang Nan was forced into the dungeon of Feiyun Temple without knowing whether to laugh or cry.

On the other hand, the Xuanzong man was treated fairly well, and he and the other four were placed under house arrest in a dhyana room.

The Flying Cloud Temple was incomparably large, and even the dungeon was the same.

The Western Regions were too chaotic. Feiyun Temple would often capture some evil human martial artists and imprison them in dungeons.

This dungeon had a total of eighteen floors underground, meaning eighteen floors of hell.

Xiang Nan's crime was not serious, and he was locked up on the third floor.

In the dark and damp dungeon, Xiang Nan was speechless. At the same time, he mocked himself, "I came over a million kilometers to Feiyun Temple to be a prisoner."

His weapon had already been taken away, so he used his hand to knock on the dungeon's cage twice.

This cage had been weather-beaten for thousands of years. It was already stained with rust, but it was unexpectedly strong.

Xiang Nan probed and discovered that even if a Heaven Scrying Realm expert came, he would not be able to break through such a cage. However, if he were to be imprisoned here for three full years, it would definitely not be possible.

"I wonder how Brother Chen is doing now. Sigh … I've implicated him." Xiang Nan sighed and said, "I really can't. I can only use the Void Stone to escape."

Inside the dungeons on both sides, the poisoned human martial artists were still powerless. They just lay on the wet ground and cursed loudly.

Xiang Nan took a deep breath. Suddenly, a layer of black lightning appeared on his body. Then, his entire body rushed up vertically.

With this charge, the sturdy cage was completely useless, and Xiang Nan directly fused with it and pierced through it.

Xiang Nan calculated the distance. With this charge, he would definitely be in midair outside. He would then run away.

But in the end, he was stunned.

With this charge, he discovered that he was still in the cage!

The price of using the Void Stone was a serious blur of consciousness. Xiang Nan rubbed his temples and grabbed the railing as he slowly sat down. He felt dizzy and the world was spinning. action

However, after waiting for a while, he realized that although this place was not the outside world, it was not his third dungeon anymore.

He sensed the Yuan Qi fluctuations of the human martial artists on the third floor and discovered that he was actually on the eighteenth floor!

"This" Xiang Nan was stunned. "This Flying Cloud Temple's dungeon is really strange. I clearly flew up vertically, but I flew to the 18th floor underground?"

Feiyun Temple had been passed down for a long time, and the dungeons were filled with mysteries that made Xiang Nan confused for a moment.

Suddenly, a long sigh came from the shadow of the dungeon.

Xiang Nan's heart suddenly trembled. A wisp of lightning flashed through his eyes and he looked towards the shadows. He was instantly stunned when he saw this.

In that shadow, there was actually an old monk who was as thin as firewood imprisoned. This old monk seemed to be eighty or ninety years old on the outside, but there was no way to guess his actual age. Moreover, he was as thin as firewood, and his skinny skin and bones were gone.

If he hadn't heard his sigh, Xiang Nan would have thought that it was just a dried corpse.

What was even more terrifying was that the old monk's entire body had been pierced through by thirteen chains-his arms, shoulders, hands, legs, feet, and collarbones. The scene was very tragic.

Curious, Xiang Nan hurriedly put his hands together and said, "Master, why are you imprisoned here?"

The old monk let out a long sigh and said, "What is love in the world? It teaches people how to live and die."

"Ah?" Xiang Nan's eyes almost flew out. It was an old saying that described love and hate between men and women. There were countless people in the world who said it, but it was strange to hear it from this monk.

"It has been a hundred years since anyone spoke to this poor monk." The old monk slowly raised his head. His face was also very thin, and his eyes were sunken.

Xiang Nan knew from his tone that as long as he talked to him, he would most likely answer. He chatted with the old monk first and asked the reason of the matter tactfully.

Xiang Nan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he also felt deeply sad.

It turned out that this old monk was the current abbot's junior apprentice-brother. More than a hundred years ago, he was also a supreme genius with a reputation.

He was too obsessed with martial arts, so he secretly modified the Buddhist profound arts, and based on the Buddhist profound arts, he created an incomparably powerful cultivation method.

However, that kind of cultivation technique was a bit too fierce. After cultivating for a long time, this old monk actually moved the mortal heart. What was even more ridiculous was that he actually fell in love with a demon woman in a daze.

Back then, when he was planning to take the demonic woman to the horizon, his fellow disciples from the Commandment Academy caught up to him and attacked him.

In that battle, this old monk had actually killed and injured more than a hundred disciples of the Commandment Academy on his own. In the end, his Martial Uncle had personally subdued him.

As a result, he was deeply sinful and was sent to the eighteenth floor of the dungeon, where he was imprisoned until today.

After hearing this story, Xiang Nan also let out a long sigh and said, "Master, do you still hate me?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "I don't hate you anymore. I only blame myself for being sinful and regretful."