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Black Wind Stronghold was indeed a first-rate sect in the Cloud Dragon Mountain Range. The interior decorations of the Black Wind Hall were luxurious, resplendent, and extremely luxurious.

After Chen Feng walked through the door, he felt disdain in his heart: "As expected of bandits. Although these decorations are extravagant, they are vulgar to the extreme. They are simply uncultured upstarts." Comparatively speaking, although the Bi Luo Peak's Heartbreak Palace was extremely simple, it was slightly better in quality.

However, very quickly, Chen Feng was no longer in the mood to observe the decorations. His gaze indistinctly glanced at the group of people seated at the head of the Black Wind Palace.

"Back then, the Peak Master of Black Wind Sect said that the Black Wind Sect was only at the Nascent Soul stage. Why are there a total of eight people in this hall? Among them, there are three late stage Nascent Soul experts. " Chen Feng felt the strength of the top few people and thought to himself, "It seems that every sect has their own hidden strength." "May I know what is the situation in the Immortal Cloud Sect?"

At this time, Chen Feng and the other disciples had already arrived in front of the eight large chests.

"All of you, quickly bring these eight large chests to the treasury. Remember to be careful. If you are knocking against it, be careful of the heads of your families!" A strong old man arrogantly instructed Chen Feng and a dozen other Refinement Stage disciples.

In Chen Feng's eyes, this old man was at the final level of the Aurous Core stage and was qualified to stay in the Black Wind Hall. Clearly, he was also a member of the Black Wind Stronghold.

The crowd nodded obediently. Then, the two of them carried a big box and quietly left the hall.

After the Qi Cultivation stage disciples had left, the old man gave a look to the guard who was leading the way. The guard understood and respectfully bowed to the old man before following him out.

More than ten Qi Condensation disciples were carrying eight large boxes within the Black Wind Stronghold. Every time a patrolling disciple saw them, they would run away in fear, as if they were seeing a plague.

Chen Feng carried the chest and walked in the middle of the group. The companion who carried the chest with him was a short youth. His body was thin and he only had the strength of Qi Disciple level 5.

"Brother, where are we going? Why is everyone's expression so sad? " Chen Feng asked his companion in a low voice.

The short youth looked at Chen Feng in surprise. Then, his astonishment was drowned by endless sorrow. "You must be new, right?"

Chen Feng nodded and did not deny it. This was indeed his first time in Black Wind Stronghold, so he should be considered to be new.

"Seeing that you're only at Qi Disciple level 3, you should know that you're new here." The short youth gave a wry smile. "But, you are unlucky to have encountered such a situation the moment you arrived!"

As if he was very interested in Chen Feng, the short youth's gaze would occasionally sweep across Chen Feng's face. His eyes seemed to be filled with a strange emotion.

"Isn't it just moving some stuff? It seems like you guys are very scared." Chen Feng pretended that he did not know anything and even rubbed his head.

"So that's how it is. No wonder everyone's heart is as dead as death." Chen Feng nodded his head as he understood in his heart: "Black Wind Stronghold wants to silence them; how could Qi Condensation disciples like them escape?"

Chen Feng inadvertently swept his gaze behind him. He saw that the previous disciple guard following behind them from afar. He was probably the one who was going to carry out the job of silencing them.

"Ah, I don't want to go, I don't want to die!" Suddenly, a Qi Disciple level 9 disciple frantically ran back and knelt in front of that disciple, "Martial Uncle, I only need two days for me to break through to the Essence Condensation realm. I beg you to change people!"

"Really?" The Qi Disciple level 9 disciple was extremely happy. Before he could express his gratitude, his vision went black, and his entire head was smashed into smithereens by the guard disciple.

"If you die, I'll give you someone else!" The guard disciple said with an ice-cold tone. He raised his head and looked at the group of disciples patrolling nearby, and casually picked one person: "You, are you, come over here!"

The person who was pointed out seemed to be possessed, and desperately tried to escape, but he was quickly suppressed by his companions, and pressed down next to the disciple who was guarding him.

"This is a sect where people eat people. If we don't help subdue this person, then others might become the next person to be chosen." The short youth let out a light sigh, then said with a sigh, "I've experienced this before. This is my retribution."

The man was dragged into the transport team and they continued their journey. This time, no one dared to escape. All of them were extremely obedient. For the current them, every minute they lived was a type of happiness.

Finally, they arrived at an ancient well.

The entrance to the ancient well was quite large, and it was more than enough for two or three people to enter side by side. On the soil outside the well, white bones could be vaguely seen.

They stopped by the well and looked at the dark mouth of the well. A chill ran through them: they had entered the well, and their lives were at an end.

"What are you guys still standing there in a daze for? Carry them down!" The disciple walked over with a straight face, his eyes full of murderous intent. The powerful pressure of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator was pressing down on everyone.

"Brothers, get down!" One of them clenched his teeth and suddenly shouted. The sound was like a song that ended his life, like the rest of it was over. With a loud shout, he and his companions jumped down with their chests on their shoulders, disappearing into the pitch-black well in the blink of an eye.

When the others saw it, they too carried the boxes in with expressions of despair. In the blink of an eye, only the disciples guarding the entrance to the well remained. They stood alone in the distance with cold smiles on their faces, looking at the entrance to the well without anyone knowing what they were thinking.

… ….

It was very dark underground, but everyone was at the Qi Condensation stage. They could vaguely see the situation around them. However, there was still someone who took out a fire piston and lit up the torches and other things he carried with him.

The weak light of the fire seemed to give everyone a type of spiritual comfort, giving them an inexplicable peace of mind.

There was a special cave at the bottom of the well. It was a huge cave with a pitch-black area in the depths, leading to who knows where. Under the illumination of the flames, the surroundings were clearly visible to the onlookers.

Countless spirit stones were piled up into a few large piles. The spirit energy emitted from the spirit stones enchanted everyone.

"Everyone, we are all people who have suffered. At this moment, it can be considered fate for us to end up like this. I think that as long as we don't go out, the person outside would not dare to come in and kill us. Otherwise, if we see the scene in the cave, he would be silenced! " One of the men suddenly shouted. He was the first one to enter the bottom of the well.

"Now, if you can live for one more moment, then live for one more moment!" Everyone understood what he was thinking. Since he knew he was going to die, they might as well delay his death a little.

However, at this time, a low flute sound came from outside the well and entered into the depths of the karst cave.

"Roaaaaaar!"

At the same time, a deep growl suddenly came from the depths of the room …