A scientist once asked such a question: What is the depths of the earth in our world? After so many years and countless people's explorations, there is no accurate answer to this question.

Below Sossfrey, a prison is a distant African desert. Even those in power here do not know that it exists for a hundred years, a thousand years, or even longer. Only serious offenders who are extremely guilty will be exiled to this prison and will never go out again.

For this prison, those who know it are called hell, just like the place where only dead people will go in the mythical world. When they arrive in this prison, people are equivalent to being dead.

Zhang Xuan opened his eyes with difficulty, and there was darkness around him, so dark that he could not see his five fingers.

Zhang Xuan felt extremely sore all over his body, and it was very difficult to move. He tried to run the qi in his body, but found that he could not lift it up at all.

Zhang Xuan touched the ground, and it was a little cold. He tried to sit cross-legged and tried to run the qi in his body again, but he still had no reaction.

“No need to try.”

A joking voice sounded from the side, "You cannot be used in these eighteen levels of hell. Even the masters of the God-making realm cannot raise their energy, let alone your form of transformation... No, you are a bit weird, you say it is a form of transformation, you are not yet a form of transformation, but you are not, your strength just happens to be here. Could it be that the current cultivation system has become so strange?"

Although the darkness in front of him could not allow Zhang Xuan to see the person who was speaking, he could clearly distinguish the direction of the sound coming from.

"Who are you!"

Zhang Xuan endured the soreness on his body and looked at the place where the sound came.

"I?"

The man smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's too long, no one calls me a name, and I don't remember it."

A sound of a huge rock mopping the floor sounded, and Zhang Xuan could feel that the man was slowly approaching him.

Zhang Xuan pinched his fists with both hands and focused his attention. Now he didn't even know where he was. He had to beware of any accidents at all times.

The owner of the voice stopped when he was three meters away from Zhang Xuan, "You don't have to be so nervous. You are the first new member of this hell in nearly 140 years. I won't do anything to you."

“One hundred and forty years?

hell?"

Zhang Xuan was puzzled by what the other party said.

"Yes, boy, what sin did you commit? Will God Hidden be sent to this hell?

Is it a world war started?

Or did the treasure of the Shenyin Society be destroyed?

Throughout history, you are the youngest one to be able to enter this hell.”

The man made a curious voice in the darkness.

As time went by, Zhang Xuan gradually adapted to the darkness in front of him. A faint figure appeared in Zhang Xuan's sight. The figure was only about 1.5 meters tall. There was an iron chain tied to his feet. Behind the chain, there was an iron block that was nearly ten times larger than others, limiting the man's movement.

"What you mean by hell is a cage?"

Zhang Xuan made a sound and guessed.

"It seems that you really don't know anything."

The man shook his head and walked to the iron block to sit down, "There are eighteen layers in this hell. The lower the layers, the worse the strength. Only by going to the first layer can you find the way out. However, hell has been established for so long and has never heard of it. Who can get out of this hell?"

Zhang Xuan smiled, "So, I'm on the 18th floor now?"

"Are you quite self-aware?"

The man patted the ground and a light suddenly lit up.

At the moment the light came on, Zhang Xuan subconsciously closed his eyes, held his breath and carefully felt the movements coming from the surrounding air.

"Boy, you're very alert. In my era, you can still be ranked among the younger generation."

A joking voice sounded from behind Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan opened his eyes suddenly and found that the figure leaning against the iron block had disappeared. He turned around and found that the man was standing behind him.

This is a man with a look of over 60 years, but his voice is not at all consistent with his appearance. Not only does he have the calmness that he should have at this age, but he has a kind of jumping out. He has a Chinese face, wearing the clothing style of the Orleans dynasty of the Fa Kingdom, which was only found in the last century, with a big back and a beard. The iron chains tied to his feet were taken down by him at some point.

When Zhang Xuan saw this person appearing behind him, he kept his heart tense and simply relaxed. Judging from the speed the other party just showed, he really wanted to kill him, but he probably had no chance to react.

Zhang Xuan looked around and then he saw that he was in a room, and the furniture in the room was all in the style of the last century, which gave Zhang Xuan an illusion of being in the 18th century.

"What, I feel a little surprised?"

The short man looked at Zhang Xuan, "Although we are in a cage, we still have to enjoy life. How about it? Look at my furniture and put it in the Qing Dynasty. It is all in the foreign pavilion. You can't even touch it. I can't lie down anyway now."

As the man said, he lay on the big bed in the house and stepped on the dusty shoes on it, his face filled with pride, his mind was like a child.

Zhang Xuan grasped the point of this person's words, "We?"

Just now I heard this person say that he is the first person to come in this hell in nearly 140 years. Wouldn’t that mean that he is over 100 years old?

In his words, Zhang Xuan was not surprised that people lived in more than 10 years. Some ordinary people can live to be 110 years old, let alone masters who master Qi, the activity level of their body is far beyond ordinary people.

"Boy, let's go and take you to meet some friends. From now on, even until you die, you will be with us."

The man jumped down from the bed, walked to the door, and opened the door directly.

Outside the door, there is a yard with a blue sky.

Zhang Xuan looked at it carefully and found that the sky was painted artificially, but this person's painting skills were quite powerful. If he hadn't observed it carefully, he would have thought that this was the real sky.

"Boy, how about it? This day is not bad. Live here. I want to make it dark, it will be dark. I want to make it dark."
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