Chapter 683
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"That damned little bastard!"
The Soul Severing Gourd's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, but it didn't move. How could it not see through this childish provocation? It immediately said, "Second Brother, it seems like that little bastard Chu Yang must be in there."
"He's just trying to cover it up." The detention elder disagreed. "It's just a little bastard. I don't think that little bastard Chu Yang is in there. I suspect that he has already abandoned the Soul Devouring Gourd and fled in panic."
"What about that little bastard?"
"Since it's just a little bastard, do you think Chu Yang will care about his life?"
Elder Soul Slayer couldn't help but grit his teeth. "That bastard Chu Yang spent so much effort just to set up a bewitching array for us."
The detention elder shook his head again. "The terrain here is almost a natural formation. Chu Yang didn't need much time and effort to set it up."
Although the detention elder wasn't proficient in formations, he still knew a thing or two about them.
"If that's the case!" Soul Severing Gourd said sinisterly. "We can go straight in, take the Soul Devouring Gourd, and then chase him to death."
"No!" The detention elder's eyes flickered. "What's true is false, what's false is real, what's true is false, what's false is false, what's false is real. This little bastard really has some tricks up his sleeve. If we barge in recklessly and fall for his trap, I'm afraid we'll follow in Big Brother's footsteps."
"Second Brother, you mean to say that there's really nothing we can do about that little bastard Chu Yang?"
The detention elder didn't want to admit it, but he had to. He said coldly, "Send a message back and ask the Lord to come up."
Soul Severing Gourd knew that this was a foolproof plan, but he still felt a little depressed. "If it's the first situation, that little bastard will really escape."
"Escape? Let him escape. The Soul Devouring Gourd is the most important thing right now. We can't afford to lose it!"
The detention elder said sinisterly. "How many times can he escape? If we want to kill him, where can he run to in the Eastern Wilderness?"
At once, the two of them sent the information to the Soul Devourer Clan.
At this moment, the Soul Devourer Clan.
On one of the most secretive mountain peaks of the Soul Devourer Clan, there was snow that never melted all year round and thick fog that never dispersed in all four seasons. Day and night, one would be shrouded in clouds and fog.
At the peak of the mountain, there was a large hall built with large white stones. It was surrounded by high hanging stones, which were as dangerous as sharp swords. The sound of strong wind piercing through the air whistled through the sky, sounding mournful like a group of ghosts crying at night.
The size of the hall was grand and the structure was solid. At first glance, it would make people feel that even if there was a landslide or an earthquake, it would not show any signs of collapse. Although the exterior was made of rough and unpolished stones, it was very spectacular. Inside, it was luxurious and exquisite. No one could imagine.
Within the main hall, there were a total of thirty-six rooms of various sizes. The largest one could accommodate a thousand people.
The three hundred and sixty rooms were all meticulously designed. Inside, there were all kinds of strange and wonderful things that one could imagine, as well as some rare treasures that one could not even imagine in one's imagination.
It could be said that the luxuries were extreme. It was so luxurious that it was infinitely close to the secular world. It was completely separated from the martial path. The things inside had nothing to do with the martial path. They were only related to enjoyment.
There was only one room that was an exception.
This room was located at the center of the hall. However, there was almost nothing in the room.
There was a wall, a roof, a narrow door, two small windows, and a table and chair.
In this room, there was only one chair. The chair was covered with a kind of navy blue velvet that was even bluer than dark blue. It was smooth and soft like a swan.
At this moment, there was a middle-aged man sitting lazily on this chair. It was a middle-aged man with a pale face and protruding arms. His pale face and pale hands were especially prominent and obvious. His whole body seemed to carry the charm and temperament of an ancient aristocrat.
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