Cough cough! The throat is dry and unbearable, and the wrists are even more painful. It seems that the whole body is covered with sandbags by seven or eight strong men. It has become extremely difficult to open your eyes instinctively, as if several kilograms of stones were pressed on your eyelids. It took a lot of effort to open your eyes a crack.

Not knowing who was captured by him, Zhang Jun's vague consciousness finally recovered a little. His hands were tied firmly to the wooden frame with iron, and his feet were hung aside. The gravity in his body was under the weight of his wrists. No wonder it hurts so much.

After scanning the surroundings, this was an ancient cell. The cells were made of pure gold, and a blue light that would only be quenched in the vague light. Zhang Jun happened to be one of the residents. A corrupt breath came from the darkness, which smelled like the smell of rotten eggs that broke out at home when he was a child, but it was even more fishy. A faint moan came from his ears.

"Where is this?" Zhang Jun murmured in confusion. There seemed to be a few murmurings around the darkness, but Zhang Jun, who was injured in the body, did not notice it.

"Little brother, are you awake?" A weak voice suddenly came from the darkness. Zhang Jun immediately reflexively tightened his muscles when he heard this, but the pain caused Zhang Jun to almost spasm.

"It's useless, little brother, let's save energy. We were all scented by Jue Wushen. The more we used our skills, the more we were injured." The weak voice came over again.

Zhang Jun looked at the place where the sound came from in the darkness. Fortunately, after practicing martial arts, Zhang Jun's five senses strengthened a lot. In the darkness, Zhang Jun's eyes were like nocturnal animals. He could easily see a big man who enjoyed the same treatment as Zhang Jun himself in the dark cell. However, the other party seemed not much better than him, and was even more haggard, with sunken eyes and a layer of black and yellow skin left on his face, like a skeleton.

"Where is this? Who are you?"

"Hmph! You should ask who you are, not you. Hehe, boy, if you enter the dungeon of Wushen Jue Palace, don't think you have a good life." On the other side of Zhang Jun, another sinister test sound came, which made people stand upright in this environment.

"Are you?" Zhang Jun was a little uncertain. Zhang Jun felt something was wrong with the other party's words just now. It seemed that the place he came to was definitely not a good place, and the name Wushen Jue Palace seemed to be very familiar with him. What exactly is it and what world is this world?

"I am Lei Ao from Kuangleimen, how about it? Do you know I am so powerful?" The secret test sounded again. Zhang Jun saw that the other party was also half dead, with stains on his face and hair growing to his shoulders tangled into clusters, like mud balls.

But now the other party's face still looked arrogant, as if he believed that Zhang Jun would be shocked when he heard his name. Unfortunately, Zhang Jun was not a person from this dream world at all. Zhang Jun looked at him calmly and said, "I haven't heard it before!"

"Hahaha! Old ghost, I didn't expect you to be defeated! Hahaha!" A burst of laughter came from the darkness. Zhang Jun looked around and found that there was a row of prison cells he was staying in, all with different people, but most of them turned into corpses, and some even had broken hands and feet rotted into half a corpse. No wonder there was a rotten smell around.

"Get out of here, my Lei Ao is in the Kuang Lei Sect, which is not weakened to such a point in the world! Boy..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a loud roar.

"I'm not dead! You guys can calm down my love, damn, I'm not honest in prison!"

"Get out! You bastards who have no eggs will use despicable means to catch me. If you have the ability to do something really, bastards, fuck your ancestors... (Omitted 10,000 words)"

"Juewu Shen, you coward, the shame of warriors, the Japanese in the East, I..."

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As soon as the sound outside appeared, the entire cell turned into a vegetable market. All the martial arts masters locked in the cell turned into shrews, walked out of every corner, crawled out, and shouted at the prison guard outside.

"Grass! Don't argue with them. The palace master will still recruit them. If they take revenge and get recruited by the palace master, we will be in trouble."

"Ah?? Then... I'd better off messing with them..." Then the voice became weaker. No matter how others scolded him, there was no echo on it. After a long time, the insults in the prison slowly disappeared, and the entire prison became dead silent again, leaving only a few heavy breathing sounds.

"Okay, Goddess fragments, scan the world information for me." Zhang Jun compiled a series of information from the abuse of a large group of people. Although it was not a lot, it was enough to know which world he was in now. But in case, Zhang Jun still asked Goddess fragments to investigate.

"The world scan... is completed and is matching the heir's memory.... The match is completed and confirming the current world: Movie Fengyun II." Zhang Jun showed an unexpected expression and thought to himself that he was indeed right. He really came to this movie world, Wushen Palace, Jue Wushen, where was Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng?

After looking around, there were only four people in his cell. In addition to himself, one of the haggard men who spoke first, the other was Lei Ao, the heroic brother of the Kuangleimen just now, and then a figure shrank in the corner. He looked quite weak. Is he a woman? Still unconscious? No matter what, Zhang Jun decided to see how his injuries were first. No wonder he was defeated by the ghost-faced man almost with one palm. Could it be that the other party was using the legendary internal force?

Zhang Jun didn't know what the principle of internal force was and how it was formed, but this did not hinder his attention to internal force. After all, in China, martial arts novels and Taoist culture of immortal cultivation can be regarded as national treasures. He stood up slowly, his hands were tied to the wooden stake above his head, and he could only barely put on the force. His entire person bowed into an arc, and his spine stretched out an S-shaped shape, as if a big dragon was moving his body.

The layers of muscles were slowly tightened and loosened, and waves of force were emitted, penetrated into the flesh, like a pair of big hands slowly massaging the muscles and internal organs of the body. As the internal force was constantly transmitted, Zhang Jun could feel that his internal organs were damaged. The force penetrated, shattering the blood stasis of the internal organs and muscles, and then being taken away by the blood circulation system.

In the eyes of the people around, Zhang Jun seemed extremely strange. He thought he was just a young man, probably a young master from a sect in the world, but being captured into the Wushen Jue Palace would be equivalent to stepping into the Yellow Spring with half his foot, and there was basically no hope. But at this time, a deep sound of thunder came from the cell, which was weak and unaudible, and then slowly increased. Until now, others could even clearly hear a dull sound like a tiger roaring on the mountain, with constant muffled thunder. At this moment, if they were not sure there would be no thunder in their place, they would even look up to see if the sky was covered by dark clouds and thunderstorms. Zhang Jun slowly opened his mouth and made a deep sound of tiger roar. The Chinese martial arts secret force trained his body, and the vocal cords were trembling as the guide, and the internal organs of the muscles around his body shook out, and the sound of tiger leopard thunder continued to echo and spread in this small cell.

"Puff!" A mouthful of black blood stasis was spit out of his mouth, and his lungs were much more comfortable. This was the blood stasis accumulated in the lungs during coma. Zhang Jun used a hidden force to penetrate the marrow and forced it out of his body at one time. The rest could only be slowly recovered by his own recovery. Fortunately, he was a nightmare spiritual body, and his extraordinary recovery ability had never disappointed him.

The attention returned to the surroundings again. Not only did the prison cell he was in, but also the prisoners in the nearby cells all looked at Zhang Jun with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Little brother, where are you mastering?" The haggard man in Zhang Jun's cell suddenly asked after seeing Zhang Jun finish his merits.

"No school, no school." Zhang Jun said this. The other party smiled and didn't care about Zhang Jun's obvious perfunctory words. After all, it is generally the most important secret for the master. Generally speaking, in the world, he still values ​​where the master is.

"In the contemporary head of Xia Nai Kuanglei Sect, the senior brother next to you, I think the little brother is definitely an ordinary person. If he can be caught here by Jue Wushen, even if he is not the leader of a sect, he is also a master in the martial arts world. It is even said that the bottom of this cell is the nameless martial arts myth. The little brother can not be afraid of the medicinal power of the scented bones. I guess he is an ordinary person. If he had not had a great opportunity to get a poison-avoiding thing, he would have achieved a body that is invincible to all poisons. The woman behind you is imprisoned with you, I think it is your beauty? Why don't we plan to escape from here?" The other party stared at Zhang Jun with bright eyes, as if he wanted to see through Zhang Jun, and then his eyes flashed and disappeared.

Zhang Jun looked at him coldly, then turned behind him and looked at the unconscious woman's back "What do you want to do? I can't save you!"

"Of course, we have been poisoned with scented bones and we have lost all our strength. Even if we save us, we will not be able to escape. My solution is to take advantage of the opportunity to approach him and suddenly attack him and kill him. This will eliminate the harm to the martial arts world. Taking advantage of the fact that the dragons in the Wushen Palace have no heads and then escape from the Juewushen Palace, which will definitely save the Central Plains martial arts world..."

"I am afraid that I can't take on the heavy responsibility of saving the Central Plains martial arts world, so I'd better ask for another clever!" Before the other party finished speaking, Zhang Jun refused it. What a bullshit plan. If the so-called martial arts masters had the IQ of this level, it's no wonder that Jue Wushen could take them all over. He was really a group of idiots who wanted to fight Jue Wushen? Zhang Junke did not forget the immortal golden body that could withstand the peerless sword, the snow-drum sword and the Wuming Wanjian Guizong. If it was just a defense that could break through by himself, the powerful man, Jue Wushen, the second Japanese master, had probably been taken off long ago. It was Zhang Jun's turn.

Ignoring the leader of the Kuanglei Sect who was still whining to persuade Zhang Jun, Zhang Jun sank his mind into his body, slowly mobilizing his own strength and trembling slightly, adjusting his breathing to a state of consistency. Although this cannot achieve the effect of dark energy training, it can also constantly adjust its own metabolism, put its body in a slightly excited state, and promote the healing of its own injuries.
Chapter completed!