Lan Ji also echoed: "My lord, I heard that the three venerables Taiqing, Shangqing and Yuqing retreated together, and then they haven't left the closed door for hundreds of years. I'm afraid that the venerable Taiqing is not in the moral hall."

"Then do you know where Taiqing's retreat is?" Zhuo Wen asked lightly.

Lan Ji smiled wryly and said: "My lord, almost no one in the Taiqing Wonderland knows about it, and I am no exception. Otherwise, the power of the hundreds of halls in the Taiqing Wonderland may have gathered in the retreat place of the Venerable Taiqing."

Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered, and he was silent for a moment, then he turned silently and looked at the statue in front of him, and immediately a burst of purple mist erupted from his body, which was exactly the power of Taoism he had comprehended.

Like a long dragon, the purple mist swept towards the statue, and then circled around the statue, spinning continuously, and finally gathered in the belly of the statue, turning into a purple vortex.

"This idol is really weird!"

Zhuo Wen looked at the purple vortex, and said to Lan Ji and Ziwei Xingjun behind him: "You two exit the Hall of Morality and wait for me outside. I will go in and have a look."

Lanji and Ziwei Xingjun didn't refuse either, they both knew that Taiqing was a more terrifying existence than Su Liyang, if they really met such a terrifying powerhouse like Taiqing inside, the two of them would basically be cannon fodder .

After Lanji and Ziwei Xingjun left the Hall of Virtue, Zhuo Wen stepped into the purple vortex.

He wanted to see what tricks Taiqing was up to.

Now he is not the same Zhuo Wen back then, even if he is facing Taiqing directly, Taiqing may not be able to do anything to win him.

Behind the purple vortex is a long passage, which is filled with purple mist, which looks extremely mysterious.

Zhuo Wen kept walking along the purple passage, and when he reached the end of the purple passage, he stopped and his eyes showed seriousness.

At the end of the purple passage is a small stone room, which is filled with various torture tools for restraint, and a wreck is hung in the torture tools.

There were not just one wreck, but dozens of them, just like pigs being hoisted in a slaughterhouse.

From the outlines of these wreckages, it can be seen that they should be women, with long hair hanging on both sides, and the specific appearance cannot be seen clearly.

Zhuowen walked to the nearest torture tool. The woman on this torture tool was bound by shackles and hung in the air. She was only wearing thin linen clothes, and her body was stained with blood.

Zhuo Wen gently lifted the girl's hair, his eyes fixed, because he found that the hanging woman was no stranger to him, it was Lianmeng, a disciple of Taiqing.

At this moment, Lianmeng's eyes were closed tightly, her appearance was haggard, her whole body had already lost her breath, and it was obvious that she had completely fallen.

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed a hint of anger, he knew that Taiqing was responsible for all this, but what he didn't understand was why Taiqing treated Lianmeng like this, after all Lianmeng was Taiqing's favorite disciple.

Zhuo Wen walked up to another woman, lifted the woman's hair, his whole body froze, his heart moved.

Because the face of this woman in front of him is also Lianmeng, almost exactly the same.

Zhuo Wen picked up the hair of other women again, and found that the dozens of female corpses hanging in the stone room were all Lianmeng, or in other words, they were exactly the same as Lianmeng.

"What exactly is going on?"

Zhuo Wen couldn't understand what he saw, why dozens of them were Lianmeng, each Lianmeng seemed to be carved out of a mold.

creak!

Suddenly, the stone door at the front end of the stone room was opened, and then a beautiful figure slowly walked out.

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, because the beautiful figure that came out was Lianmeng.

At this moment, Lianmeng is full of immortality, like a fairy descended from the earth, with a noble and unique temperament.

Lian Meng glanced at Zhuo Wen indifferently, and immediately she consciously came to the nearest torture device, and put it on her body.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Wen saw that when the torture device was put on Lianmeng's body, Lianmeng's whole body twitched, and the energy in her body was continuously absorbed by the torture device, and after a while, it became a withered wreck.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were gloomy. When he came to Lianmeng who had just died, and found that the latter was indeed dead, his heart sank even deeper.

He knew that the girl who just came out had exactly the same appearance as Lianmeng, but he knew that this was not the real Lianmeng.

"Taiqing, are you in there? What is it that hides its head and shows its tail?" Zhuo Wen walked to the gate at the end of the stone room and shouted coldly.

creak!

The stone door opened slowly, and the purple mist inside was like substance, giving people a psychedelic feeling.

Zhuo Wen was vigilant, but he still stepped into the stone gate.

Inside the stone gate is also a stone room, but this stone room is surrounded by purple mist, and the specific things inside cannot be seen clearly.

Vaguely, Zhuo Wen could see a figure sitting cross-legged in front of Ziwu, and beside this cross-legged figure, a beautiful figure knelt silently beside him, extremely respectful.

Zhuo Wen strode forward, pushed through the heavy purple mist, and came to the figure sitting cross-legged. JrNovels.com