When Su Yuxing and old man Xue walked out of the cell, they found that the outside was already in chaos. There are town prison officials running around in the passageway of the prison. Tossing and turning between the various cells, checking the past one by one. I'm afraid that the prisoner will escape. His feet were still vibrating. Old man Xue grabbed a small official and asked, "What happened?" The little official wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied: "Nielong, the No. 1 Prison on the Fourth Floor, suddenly went berserk for some reason. The four-story demon suppressing formation was smashed. The three-layer magic circle was also affected..." "Four layers of armor one..."
The old man Xue's face was slightly moved, he let go of the little official, and said to himself with a serious expression: "That's really a big deal. If the magic circle breaks, maybe other prisoners will take the opportunity to escape For the fourth-floor felon, it would be a catastrophe to escape even one of them. Little Su! You go back to the second floor, it's best to find a place to hide, and wait until the limelight passes..." Old man Xue was talking, and when he turned his head, there was nothing behind him. I haven't seen Su Yuxing for a long time. Immediately yelling: "Stinky boy, your ability to sneak away is top-notch! Thanks to the old man who is still worried about you..." The old man Xue didn't stop at the moment, holding the box containing the baby horse demon, he quickly ran in one direction. "The evil dragon went crazy and smashed the four-layer magic circle?" In an unoccupied corner on the third floor of the dungeon, Su Yuxing spread his spiritual thoughts and used his spiritual powers to penetrate all the way down. Soon we arrived at the fourth floor. Cell A No. 1 was surrounded by a group of people. The ground is full of all kinds of materials that Su Yuxing doesn't know, but can see their extraordinary value. Two people are quickly grinding these materials into powder and making liquid. An old man with a gray beard was holding seals in his left hand and a pen in his right, constantly repairing and strengthening the Restrictions on the magic circle on the prison door. Su Yuxing also found a familiar face in the crowd. It was the strong prisoner in the Innate Realm town that he woke up on the fourth floor when his soul broke through. The guy frowned at this moment, staring at the cell door while constantly giving instructions to the people next to him.
Su Yuxing's spiritual ear magic power continued to infiltrate and entered inside. He saw that the black dragon in the cell was now covered by a layer of majestic golden light. Compared with the last time he met, the breath of the black dragon was several times stronger. Most of the dharma chains that bound him were broken by it. At this time, the black dragon was frantically hitting a void in front of him with its one horn. The void that was hit by it, the big star-like rune restrictions emerged. Forming a translucent barrier overflowing with light, it was continuously cracked by the black dragon, and it continued to heal... Su Yuxing looked at it for a while, and decided that it would be very difficult for the black dragon to escape. It is estimated that it will be a matter of tossing the prison officer for a while. This black dragon is also the Cultivation Base of the Innate Transformation Realm. Even if it is a dragon species, the talent is extraordinary, and the Innate strong at the door is invincible. There is also a hidden spiritual powerhouse on the fifth floor. No matter what, I can't get out of the dungeon. Su Yuxing also saw that the three-story sky prison has become orderly. The magic circle that should be replenished Restrictions are being replenished, the monsters that should be suppressed--repression, it is only a matter of time before they subside. "The only thing the jailer has to worry about now is whether other prisoners will take this opportunity to escape..." Su Yuxing thought of this, and the figure of another prisoner with four layers of armor suddenly appeared in his mind. That middle-aged handsome guy who had an affair with the prison officer. If this person wants to escape from prison, this time should be the best chance. He mobilized his spiritual ears and infiltrated into prison No. 3 next to the black dragon, which was separated from it by a cell. In the prison cell, an elegant middle-aged man with gray hair and handsome appearance was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, and everything was as usual. Su Yuxing always finds it strange, so he gets closer... The sound of gurgling blood flowing through the veins, the sound of the beating heartbeat... After counting breaths, Su Yuxing's expression became complicated. At this time, the people staying in No. 3 Prison have the same appearance and temperament as before. The inner body is more than ten times weaker than before. There is no doubt that this should be a double used to deceive people. The real No. 3 felon, God knows where he is now. Just when Su Yuxing was going to continue to use his spiritual powers to find the location of Prisoner A No. 3...
The "Sin and Prison Sutra" in his mind trembled slightly. Flip several pages. For the prisoners recorded on these pages, the word "in custody" behind the status column has gradually changed to "at large". "Well…" Su Yuxing was taken aback. Immediately his face completely calmed down. He rested his right hand lightly on the handle of the knife at his waist, speaking softly. "It looks like this time... It's coming to live a big life. " "Old slave Yan Huan, pay homage to Moon King!" On the second floor of Tianlao, Cell No. 3. Yan Huan knelt on the ground, with his head deeply buried between his knees, and his whole body swelled, showing his turbulent mood at this time. In front of Yan Huan, a handsome middle-aged man with gray hair stood with his hands behind his back. This personality is gentle and elegant, like a great Confucian who has read poetry and books. But between his brows, there is another trend of an overlord who swallows the sun and the moon with arrogance and looks at the world with disdain. "Master Yan, we haven't seen each other for twenty years..." The elegant middle-aged man received a bow from Yan Huan, and spoke in a gentle tone. Yan Huan looked excited, and replied respectfully: "Twenty years, three months and eighteen days. The old slave misses the king all the time. Back then when the king was subdued by the strongmen of the Fourth Department, the old slave wished he could be thrown into the prison at that time. However, the power is weak and the king has been imprisoned for 20 years... The old slave is incompetent, ashamed of the king, the crime is unforgivable, I beg the king to punish him!" "I can't blame you for this matter, why are you guilty..." The Ruya middle-aged man shook his head and said lightly: "I heard Qing'er say that I was in trouble at that time. You lobbied everywhere in the church, trying to encourage people to save me. Even because of this, he still got tongue-tied in the teaching, being demoted again and again..." "The king's former subordinates, all Yan Huan became emotional, and seemed to want to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.
"Bai Lian's lineage has indeed gone too far. This king was suppressed, not dead. This time in Islam, these old accounts should also be looked up by them." The elegant middle-aged tone became colder, with a faint killing intent emerging. There was a glimmer of joy in Yan Huan's eyes, and he bowed his head and bowed again: "Your Majesty is Muslim this time, and he will gather the old troops, and he will surely be able to regain power and regain his former power!" The two were talking, and two people walked in behind them. One person has a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and a pair of clear eyes. After the other person came in, he fell to his knees. "Pity Bai E, Lord of Fragrance, I have met Moon King, wish me..." "okay." The Ruya middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "The delay has been long enough, it's time to go." "Father, don't worry..." The handsome young man flipped his palm, and there were several red-colored, longan-sized pills in his hand. "This Burning Blood Pill can completely recover any expert under Innate's Cultivation Base, and his strength will skyrocket, although the side effects are somewhat annoying. The handsome young man said playfully: "But I think those comrades in No. A Prison will not refuse such an opportunity to repay the prison chief... It happens to be able to delay for us a little bit of time.” The elegant middle-aged man looked at the handsome young man, and suddenly a kind smile appeared on his face. "It seems that in the past twenty years, Qing'er, you have indeed grown a lot. It’s no longer the child who hid in his father’s arms and sobbed in remorse even when he killed someone...” "Father, what are you talking about when you were a child?" The handsome young man showed helplessness. The elegant middle-aged man laughed, then raised his head, his eyes seemed to see a full moon in the night sky through the barriers of the prison. "The moon tonight is not bad, it matches the blood color best..." In the corridor of the sky prison on the second floor, two Daoist figures approached. A thin man, wearing a jailer's uniform, walked ahead and led the way, with hurried steps. The other person is tall and strong, with a bald head and thick eyebrows. Although his face is fierce, he has the majesty of a treasure. When walking, he is not in a hurry or slow, like a monk. "Today, for some reason, there are always vibrations coming from the bottom...
"Are there any abnormalities in the prisoners in No. A Prison?" "I checked it a quarter of an hour ago, and everything is fine. "That's good." While talking, the two stopped in front of the gate of Prison A No. 1. The magic circle in front of the prison door was opened, and the bald monk took off his upper body robe, revealing chunks of solid muscles like granite, while instructing the jailer beside him. "You don't need to guard here anymore, just go and get busy with your own affairs. When I finish beating the devil, I will come to call you. " "yes. The jailer nodded respectfully, and then watched the monk enter the prison door. He was only about to leave when the familiar sound of beating sounded inside. But before the jailer had gone far, the sound of beating suddenly stopped, and there was an exclamation similar to that of a monk—"How could you?" Then it was completely quiet. The jailer stopped and turned. Looking at the No. 1 prison door not far ahead, his face showed doubts. After a little hesitation, I decided to go back and have a look. But just after walking a few steps, a deep uneasiness emerged in my heart. Then... "boom!" The wall of Cell A No. 1, as well as the magic circle, exploded. A tall, burly and strong figure that was not humanoid appeared in front of the jailer with bricks and stone chips on it. The jailer's pupils shrank, and he saw the eminent monk of Kaiyang Temple who had walked in a few minutes ago, now he was pinched tightly like a little chick by a big hand like a cattail fan. The limbs were limp, and the head was tilted to the side at a strange angle, obviously dead. The jailer's face was pale, as if there was a huge boulder on his neck, he raised his head bit by bit with difficulty. There is a huge shadow in front of him, almost covering and blocking the entire passage. The light was dim, and his face could not be seen clearly. All he could see was a pair of huge blood-red eyes, and he could hear the beast-like heavy panting of "huchihuchi". The jailer's brain went blank, and the blood in his blood vessels was almost coagulated. The next breath.
"boom!" A huge fist smashed hard on the ground, a big hole exploded in the ground, and Tian Shi collapsed and flew. The hideous figure like Demonic Beasts withdrew its fists, its eyes froze suddenly. The expected puddle of plasma meat paste did not appear. Looking up, I saw that the frightened jailer had arrived ten meters away at some point. Beside the jailer who was slumped on the ground, a Daoist figure stood quietly. See for yourself. The figure took a step forward. Zhuang Kui narrowed his eyes, using the dim light from the torches on both sides of the passage. He saw a slender white palm lightly resting on the handle of the knife, and a peaceful voice came from the shadows. "You really shouldn't have... stepped out of the safety of your cell. w They are all big chapters, and the writing is slow, sorry. Ask for a monthly pass!.