Below the Pope's Temple is a huge underground prison.

It is cold and dark.

"Am I... still alive?"

It seemed as if he had sunk into a pool of stagnant water. Fang Xuan's mind was dizzy, his ears were buzzing, and he moved his stiff and heavy body with difficulty. A violent throbbing suddenly came from all over his body, which made him gasp.

He lowered his eyes tremblingly, landed on his body, and carefully checked his current situation.

There are as many as thirteen wounds on the chest and abdomen, which is very serious. The right leg is broken and there is no sense of consciousness, so there is no strength left. The left arm breaks from the elbow, and a piece of arm bone breaks through the skin and thrusts out, like a white bone spear, looking extremely creepy.

The wound had already rotted, suppurated, and infected. Mosquitoes even climbed on it. Fallen odors with fishy smell came, giving him the urge to vomit.

Based on the rot and infection degree of the wound, Fang Xuan speculated that he was in a coma for at least two days.

At present, all he can move is one left leg and one right arm, and the wound is still deteriorating. If not treated immediately, even if no one kills him, he will die of the wound rot and infection.

The situation is extremely bad!

"Huh~"

After breathing a long breath, Fang Xuan supported the ground with his right hand and struggled to make his body sank on the ground sit up against the iron fence of the prison, and then began to think about ways to treat his injuries.

"Cut, soul power, martial souls are all sealed!"

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and tried to mobilize his soul power, but there was no reaction in his body. The six martial souls also seemed to sink into the sea and lost their news.

He finally remembered that his soul power and martial soul had been sealed by Pope Bibidong using the powerful soul power of level 99. Unless the extreme Douluo of the same level took action, he would not be able to break through Bibidong's seal with his own power.

well……

Fang Xuan sighed and had to accept this reality. Not only was he directly beaten from the Soul Saint level to an ordinary person without soul power and cultivation, but he also disappeared from the treasures and weapons on his body.

The soul guide ring, shadowless knife, the rest of the money, and personal belongings were all searched by the people in the Spirit Hall!

Now he has nothing but this bad life.

At this moment, Fang Xuan couldn't help but recall that when he first came to Douluo Continent, he had no martial soul or soul power, and had nothing, and he sighed.

However, even though he was in the prison of the Spirit Hall, he still did not despair.

As long as a person still has a breath, he still has a chance to turn the tables!

...

This is a medium-sized cell with a small area. In addition to Fang Xuan alone, five prisoners were imprisoned here. Six of them lived in the same cell and even felt so suffocating.

These five people were in the same situation as Fang Xuan, and their cultivation was sealed. They were locked in this unknown prison, and they felt a little sympathetic. However, from their fierce eyes, Fang Xuan felt that these people had no intention of getting along with him.

Suddenly, a verbal verbal voice with a little contempt sounded in the dark corridor.

"You stinky rats are starting to eat! You stinky rats are really cheap!"

The two jailers cursed and took out the keys from the corridor at the end of the corridor, opened the cell, and distributed food to everyone.

The meals in prison are very simple, a steamed bun and a cup of water.

After all, they are not serving the nobles. For these detained prisoners, the jailers only need to ensure that they cannot starve to death.

Although it is not a high-quality food, it is like a timely rain falling from the sky for Fang Xuan now, which makes him feel a little excited.

He was seriously injured all over and was in a coma for two days. Now he was so hungry that he was almost crazy, so for him at this moment, food was the best healing medicine.

His eyes stared at the shaking head in front of him. He swallowed his saliva, his eyes full of desire, which was even more excited than seeing a white beauty.

Fang Xuan trembled and raised his right hand and grabbed the steamed bun in front of him...

At this moment, a bald man came over with a whistle, then stuck to Fang Xuan, untied his belt and peed.

The urine bucket in the prison is placed beside Fang Xuan, emitting the stench of shit and urine. Generally speaking, only those with the lowest position in the prison can enjoy this treatment.

The bald man whistled and urinated, showing a comfortable expression on his face, but he did not urinate well in the urine bucket, but poured it all on the steamed buns belonging to Fang Xuan...

After doing all this calmly, the bald man snorted coldly, cast a provocative look at Fang Xuan, who had a stiff face, raised his pants, and prepared to leave.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, Fang Xuan rushed to the ground with his movable left leg, and his strength condensed into a stream, pounced on the bald man like a cheetah, and threw him to the ground.

"Damn it, you are so ignorant, how dare you mess with me?!"

The bald man was extremely angry and felt that his dignity was damaged. In this prison, he was a veritable boss. He usually bullies whoever he wants to bully and hits whoever he wants to. No one dared to resist. When the soul power and martial soul are sealed, a strong body and ruthless fighting skills are everything.

And in this cell, he is the strongest one!

"Go to die!"

The bald man's face was covered in ferociousness, and he roared, waved his huge iron fist, and rushed towards Fang Xuan frantically.

"Bang!Bang!"

Fang Xuan's body was half-baked. Not only did he not exert his soul power, but he also had no weapons. He was hit by two or three consecutive punches by the bald man, coughing up blood in big mouths, and the pain was severe, and his whole body almost broke up on the spot.

However, he did not choose to kneel down and beg for mercy, but lifted up the protruding sharp left arm bone, turned into a spear tip, and stabbed the bald man's left eye hard, and directly smashed the eyeball into mud.

"ah……"

The bald man covered his bleeding eyes and screamed like a pig.

Taking this opportunity, a ferocity flashed in Fang Xuan's eyes, like a bloodthirsty beast, biting off the bald man's throat in one bite, and said hideously: "Die! Die! Die!"

Endless blood flowed out wildly, and the bald man covered his bleeding throat and twitched violently, his eyes widened, and he died on the spot with a strong reluctance!

Until the moment of death, he could not believe that this teenage boy would be so cruel, he was as cruel as a wolf!

After doing all this calmly, Fang Xuan dragged the broken leg expressionlessly, climbed from the ground to the opposite side bit by bit, picked up the steamed bun belonging to the bald man, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.
Chapter completed!