The area of ​​the second floor of the    underground palace is not small, and all the cells are forged with special rare gold and fine iron.

   Hundreds of people were detained in the cells. Ninety percent of them were hanged in the cell and subjected to various tortures.

   They have gray tentacles on their bodies, constantly eating away their vitality and essence.

  Tortures are all motivated by the prohibition of plant patterns. Whenever the people in the prison are tortured in great pain, the gray tentacles can absorb vitality and essence from their bodies.

  The smell of corruption exuding around it is also formed by the decay of the hidden wound.

   None of the people lying down or hanging had intact skin, and the wounds all over their bodies were ferocious and terrifying.

   There are several people with very weak life breath, those gray tentacles have penetrated their bodies straight, and absorbed life force and essence through the rhizomes and hearts.

   The faces of the people locked in the cells were all despair and gray, and they seemed to be in trouble.

   After discovering the auras of Yu Qingqian and the others, the torturers looked up one after another.

   After seeing Yu Qingqian's outfits and perceiving their breath, the originally numb expressions of those present showed surprise.

   An old man exuding the peak of Nirvana was tied to the very center of the cell. He also had the most gray tentacles, and some of them even penetrated his skin and entered his heart.

   "Who are you?" The old man looked at Yu Qingqian and the others in a hoarse voice.

   The appearance, dress and aura of the few people are too different from those of the City Lord's Mansion, so the old man asked.

  Yu Qingqian walked into the cage made of gold and iron in the cell, with a silver leaf in his hand.

   No matter how much language you use to explain your identity, it will be pale, and these dark plants who have deep experience and have been tortured to the point of being unbelievable may not believe it.

   And the identity of the dark plant king, the silver leaf, is the best proof of identity.

   "The identity of the king is Silver Leaf!" The old man's pupils shrank when he saw the silver leaf, and exclaimed.

  Others all stared at the silver leaf, "The king's identity Yinye is actually the king's identity Yinye!"

  A man who also looked old burst into tears and kept mumbling: "My God! The king really didn't give up on us!"

   The originally numb expressions of many other strong men also showed emotion and excitement, and they kept shouting "King".

   Such a scene made Yu Qingqian feel sad. What was it that tortured these strong men who were supposed to stand proudly in the world into such a state.

   "King Anzhi can't leave a place for the time being, so he entrusted me to rescue you." Yu Qingqian's voice was also a bit hoarse, and the wood-type powers on his body spontaneously worked, and his affinity was also scattered.

  The old man looked at Yu Qingqian and the three of them and sighed: "There must be something special about the three little friends who can break through the many structures of the underground palace to come here, but it is very difficult to save us."

   "What do you mean by difficulty?" Yu Qingqian pursed her lips and asked.

  The old man sighed again, "First, the cage is made of the most advanced golden iron. Even in the heyday of the old man, it would take a lot of time and energy to destroy it by force."

   The highest cultivation base among the five people is only two little guys in the spirit world. It is impossible to destroy the cage.