He walked through the first floor, the second floor, and the third floor of the swimming prison... until he came to the bottom, the hottest, most humid, and the most unbearable ninth floor of the swimming prison.

This place is like hell, and there is only one person imprisoned in this hell.

The man was firmly placed on the stone wall, and the huge black iron chain penetrated his lute bone, wrapped around his limbs, and half hung him on the stone wall.

This stone wall is hot, and ordinary people can feel the temperature of scorched flesh when they put their hands on it.

And the person who was locked up had already stayed here for countless **** nights.

The white-robed man walked up to the man locked on the stone wall, looked at his miserable appearance, shook his head lightly and said, "Alas, the great elder of the Tianhai tribe in the past has ended up in such a state."

"Xuanqing, why are you doing this? Hand over that thing as soon as possible, won't you be free?"

The person hanging on the wall was motionless, as if dead.

A stern look flashed in the white-robed man's eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand.

A jet of water fell on the person on the stone wall, and there was only a chugging sound, and the water boiled, making his body tremble, and he slowly opened his eyes.

If Xi Yue were here, she might not be able to recognize the person who fell on the stone wall. This is the old urchin-like master who was full of spirit back then.

Because today's Daoist Xuanqing really can be said to be as skinny as a stick, and there is not a piece of good skin in his body.

What's more, his cultivation has been exhausted by now.

Seeing that he was finally willing to open his eyes, the white-robed man smiled and said: "Xuanqing, this is the last chance I'll give you, if you're willing to tell where that thing is, I'll give you a happy one, so you don't have to* What do you think of being tortured like this?"

Xuan Qing raised his eyes and looked at him, his expression seemed numb and indifferent, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth, "That thing never existed, what do you want me to say?"

"Good! Good!" The white-robed man gritted his teeth with a distorted face, and said sinisterly, "I used to look down on you in the Tianhai tribe for your foolish and cynical appearance, but now, I have to admire you. It's been almost ten years, and you still refuse to let go."

"However, I can tell you that my patience is limited. In the past ten years, I have not used the most vicious means against you. It is because you have saved my life and the Tianhai tribe. Don't think that I There's really nothing you can do!"

Hearing this, Xuan Qing finally revealed deep-seated hatred in his eyes, "So, you still remember that I saved you? This is how you treat your benefactor? Saruman, you mother is really a wolf, not as good as a beast!"

When the white-robed man heard this, not only did he not feel guilty, but even more ferocious hatred appeared in his eyes.

He sneered, "Since you want to go to hell yourself, don't blame me for ignoring old feelings!"

As soon as the words fell, a golden box appeared in Saruman's hand, and the box opened automatically, revealing a few red bugs crawling around inside.

With a flick of Saruman's finger, the red bug immediately flew under Xuanqing's nose, and went down through his nostrils.

Soon, Xuan Qing's heart-piercing screams came from the ninth floor of the Swimming Prison.

But Sa Ruman was fascinated by what he heard, and he was extremely proud, "Xuanqing, I told you, don't test my patience."