Chapter 13592 Trap

In the dim environment, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people breathless. Chongtian frowned and sighed heavily, his voice full of worry and helplessness.

He looked at Ling Xiao and said earnestly, "Are you determined to fight them to the end? You should know very well that if you act rashly like this, it will be like walking into a trap! Go quickly, I will stay and help you save people.

Even if the final result is that there is no hope at all, as your senior brother, I will risk my life today to help you realize your wish!"

Ling Xiao lowered his head slightly and sighed, his eyes full of guilt. He raised his head and looked at Chongtian, and said slowly: "Brother, the better you treat me, the more I feel sorry for you.

Although the group of people in the Demon Tower usually treat me very badly, you and Senior Brother Zhongruo are really good to me. How can I implicate you again? What's more, I am not going to die in vain. I already have my own plan in mind. "

"Alas..." Chongtian sighed, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness, but more of an understanding of Ling Xiao's persistence.

He said, "Well, although I don't have much contact with you, I still know a little about your personality.

After all, as someone from the Demon Tower, I can't help you deal with the Demon Tower directly, but don't worry, I can help you rescue those people. You just need to find a way to attract their attention. "

"Brother..." Ling Xiao's voice was a little choked, and his eyes were slightly red. Chongtian must be very conflicted at the moment, with the Demon Tower where he was, and the junior brother who was loyal to him, on the other side.

But even so, Chongtian was still willing to help, and he really didn't know what to say for a moment.

Chongtian waved his hand and said casually, "Okay, don't be so shy. Who made me recognize you as my junior brother? But let me be frank. Although I am willing to help you, you will definitely be under great pressure at that time.

The Demon Tower itself has many strong people, and now those guys who have been chasing you are also there. I can promise you that I will rescue them, but I can't guarantee that you can escape alive..."

Speaking of this, Chongtian's face was full of helplessness.

Ling Xiao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a determined smile:

"Brother, don't worry. I promise you that I will come back alive. If they want the treasure, I can just give it to them. I can't get to where I am today just by relying on the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword."

"Forget it, let's go!" Chongtian said, turned around and used his skills, and disappeared from the spot in a few breaths.

It was not until an incense stick of time had passed since Chongtian left that Ling Xiao finally showed up and walked towards the Demon Tower. He was still wearing the Mist-Hidden Cloak, and he was like a cloud of mist, silently approaching the Demon Tower.

He walked lightly and took every step very carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.

Finally, he arrived at the water dungeon of the Demon Tower. The dark and damp water dungeon was filled with a disgusting stench, and the walls were covered with green moss. Ling Xiao frowned and endured the pungent smell.

At this moment, the Demon King's anxious cry suddenly came from the magic needle space: "Boy, hurry up, there is a forbidden treasure formation here!"

"What!" Ling Xiao's face turned pale instantly, and he thought to himself that something was wrong. He quickly activated his internal energy and was about to take Zhang Ruochen and the others into the magic needle space and take them away.

However, just as he made a move, the space suddenly exploded, and powerful attacks came towards him like meteors, accompanied by whistling winds.

"Oh no!" Ling Xiao was shocked. Without time to think, he instinctively dodged and turned around to run out of the water prison.

He knew that leaving the water prison now would prevent the battle from affecting Zhang Ruochen and the others, and would also give Chongtian the best chance to rescue them. This was his only and best option at the moment.

In that airtight, pitch-black passage, Ling Xiao was like a lone wolf being chased by a pack of wolves, fleeing in panic, running as fast as he could.

The air was filled with a rotten smell, the damp ground was covered with moss, and every step was accompanied by a "click" sound. The footsteps were rapid and heavy, raising thick layers of dust on the ground.

His breathing was heavy and disordered, and every breath he took seemed to take all the oppressive air into his lungs, but it was still difficult to relieve the tension and helplessness in his heart.

Ling Xiao could clearly feel the gusts of wind brought about by the attacks behind him, like sharp poisonous blades, constantly blowing on his back.

The cold air rushed up along his spine, making his back shiver and his hair stand on end, as if every hair was warning him of danger. He ran wildly, secretly complaining, regretting that he was too reckless and actually plunged into this carefully laid trap.

Good fellow, he cursed in his heart, and secretly counted in the intervals between running wildly. This count suddenly made his heart sink suddenly, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. Among the warriors besieging him, there were actually eleven high-level masters of Bao Yuan Realm.

Each of these eleven people exuded a powerful and terrifying aura, like eleven unshakable towering mountains, emitting a terrifying sense of oppression that made him almost breathless, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand.

Although Chongxuan's figure is not among them, several famous and powerful figures such as Mosha, Moying, Mozhi, Shumo, Treasure Mo and Daomo are all there.

The demon was surrounded by a black evil aura, like materialized smoke, and his eyes revealed bloodthirsty madness;
The demon's figure was erratic, as if it would hide in the darkness at any time, with sinister eyes and murderous intent, which made people shudder;

Mozhi had a stern look on his face, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if he was planning something;
The Book Demon held an ancient book that emitted a faint light in his hands, flipping through it from time to time, muttering to himself;

The Treasure Demon is covered with all kinds of rare treasures, each of which exudes a mysterious aura; the Sword Demon holds a large sword that shines with cold light, and a fierce murderous intent flows on the blade.

In addition, there were five high-level masters of Bao Yuan Realm who came from nowhere. Their faces were grim and they exuded a strange and dangerous aura. Their clothes were out of tune with the people around them, and their gestures revealed a different kind of mystery and arrogance, as if announcing their extraordinaryness to the world.

As for the rest of the mid-level and low-level warriors in Baoyuan Realm, they were like densely packed ants, numbering hundreds and thousands.

They blocked all the passages tightly, and every possible retreat route was formed into an indestructible human wall with their bodies, trapping Ling Xiao in this desperate situation, with no way to escape. (End of this chapter)