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"Linzhang Town", government prison cell.

A figure exuding a sense of decay emerged from the dark stone wall and floated quietly in the mid-air inside the cell.

"Dang!...squeak~~~"

There was a sound of chains clashing together with the harsh grinding of door shafts, and then a white figure that looked like an immortal strolled into the filthy, smelly prison.

"Ouch!" "Huh!" "Ahem~~~"...

Several sounds of exclamation or discomfort appeared from behind the banished immortal.

But he saw a stunning beauty, a slovenly Taoist priest, a plain-clothed monk, a sword-wielding soldier, and a swordsman all walking into this dark cell that had not seen the light of day all year round.

It was Lin Yi and his party who returned from Shiliting to Linzhang Town.

Lin Yi walked through the dark cages without changing his expression, came to the innermost stone room of the prison, and stood in front of a stone room enclosed by iron and wooden railings.

Looking at the illusive and obscure figure, Lin Yi looked at it with great interest, his eyes shining with light:

"The soul body is almost substantial, but it does not have the Yin Qi and ghost Qi of the ghosts I encountered before..."

"And~" Lin Yi moved his eyes away from the figure floating in the air and cast it into a dark corner of the stone room: "Is this your body? If there wasn't still a hint of vitality, ordinary people would probably take it.

Treat it like a corpse..."

"So, this is the Yuan Shen monk's Yuan Shen leaving the body? Yuan Shen Dharma?"

As Lin Yi spoke, his own soul thoughts were unconsciously revealed, and he carefully sensed the difference between the soul body and his own soul.

"Okay~" The soul body in the stone room said, and then turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the body in the corner.

The next moment, the lifeless body moved!

"Hmm~~~"

I saw, after stretching deeply, an old man with the same appearance as his soul body walked out slowly from the dark corner. As he walked, he reached out and scratched his armpits, back, waist and other places.

Taking advantage of the situation, he also flicked the black mud between his scratching fingers.

In response to this, even Lin Yi, who didn't care about the dirty and filthy environment around him, unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I originally thought you were a genius in martial arts, but I didn't expect that even the soul is so powerful!"

The old man's eyes showed strange light, as if he was looking at some rare treasure, and he carefully looked up and down at Lin Yi.

"It's strange. When your Yuan Shen wave is not activated, it will not be released. Once it is activated, the breath will be so powerful. Didn't your master teach you the method of concentrating your breath?"

"On the other hand, your martial arts skills are quite impressive. You are full of majestic energy and blood. If I hadn't witnessed the moment you took action, you would be able to control your energy and not leak out at all!"

As he spoke, the old man seemed to have returned to the relaxed and freehand scene when Lin Yi destroyed the 'golden sun', and his words were full of exclamation.

"Looking at the vitality and spirituality in you that can't be concealed, the average golden elixir monk is not as strong as you..."

"Martial arts, golden elixir, Yuanshen, three fellow practitioners?"

"However, there is a paradoxical feeling, strange, really strange!"

The old man was obviously a well-informed being, but his extensive life experience could not allow him to draw conclusions about Lin Yi at this time.

"What do you call the old man?" When the old man looked left and right, Lin Yi didn't care and asked directly.

"Oh~ I, my surname is Zhuge. I have forgotten my name a long time ago..." the old man responded casually.

"Mr. Zhuge~" Lin Yi looked around at the dark and dirty cell around him: "Why are you in such a...?"

"Hi!" The old man waved his hand carelessly and said: "My ancestors have no vision and asked me to pursue knowledge and write books to pass down to the world. Who knows, if I write travel notes, they will say that I leaked state secrets; if I write history, they say that I am borrowing from ancient times. He satirized the present; he explained the art of war, and he was accused of instigating rebellion; he wrote stories about gods and monsters, and he was accused of leading people to superstition; and finally, he rewrote the biography of a celebrity. Hum, as a result, this celebrity lost power and was declared a rebel, and I sentenced him together. He was sentenced to life in prison, but not here!"

Lin Yi()!!!

"Zhuge Wolong!?" Yan Chixia heard this and exclaimed: "Are you Zhuge Wolong!?"

"The great scholar Zhuge Wolong!?" Zuo Xiong couldn't help but take two steps forward and looked at the thin, slovenly old man behind the iron-wood fence with a shocked expression.

"Amitabha!!!" Monk Baiyun proclaimed the Buddha's name, and his voice was inevitably louder.

"It seems that Mr. Zhuge is a world-famous expert~" Lin Yi felt the excitement of Yan Chixia and others behind him, looked at the old man in front of him, and said with a smile.

"Master~" Nie Xiaoqian took half a step forward and whispered in Lin Yi's ear: "Xiaoqian once heard her father say that the great scholar Zhuge Wolong has learned from ancient times to the present and is the most knowledgeable person in the world..."

"Mr. Lin~" Yan Chixia continued: "When Yan first got involved in spiritual practice, he heard someone say that the great scholar Zhuge Wolong realized the truth and entered Taoism overnight when the deposed prince was imprisoned decades ago. , Achieve half-step to the realm of soul..."

"Hey!" Listening to Nie Xiaoqian and Yan Chixia's narration, Zhuge Wolong in the cell shook his head mockingly and said bitterly: "What great scholars and what souls are just food in the mouths of those things, not hiding in them" This damn place is just barely surviving..."

"But speaking of it~" Zhuge Wolong looked at Lin Yi in surprise: "I actually met a rare and rare person like you today..."

"If it weren't for the fact that your human aura is real, I would have thought you were some old demon who transformed into a human body and came here specifically to lure me out..."

You must know that the reason why he left his body and went to the Ten Mile Pavilion was to collect the corpse.

In his opinion, even if the genius of the human race dies, his body should not be exposed in the wilderness, or even be eaten and devoured by wild beasts and monsters, and suffer such humiliation.

However, when he was filled with grief and was about to wait for the death of Yan Chixia, the four human race seeds who were one step away from the martial arts master, the golden elixir sword cultivator, and the golden body Arhat, and collect their bodies, he saw Lin Yi grabbed the thing that made him avoid it and even hid in this dark prison, and snuffed it out as easily as pinching out a candle.

This simply overturned his decades of knowledge. When his mind was wandering, he was directly 'seen' in the eyes of Lin Yi, whose soul was shining in all directions at that time.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Wolong looked at Lin Yi with fierce eyes: "This, Mr. Lin, can you tell me how you did it before? If it can be applied to my human monks, then how many people can there be in this world? Very hopeful!"

"It's no problem to tell you~" Lin Yi smiled and nodded, and said: "But Mr. Zhuge, can you tell me first, what is that thing? I am very curious about the composition of that thing!"

"You don't know?!" Zhuge Wolong looked surprised: "With your level of cultivation and a fellow practitioner of the third path, your master didn't tell you anything?!"

"Uh~" Lin Yi blinked when he heard this and said: "Lin has been practicing all the way through his own way so far. He has never been a disciple..."

"This level of cultivation is something I have cultivated bit by bit~"

"Hiss~~~"*n

"Okay~" Not to mention the shock of Yan Chixia and others behind Lin Yi, and the admiration of Nie Xiaoqian, Zhuge Wolong was silent for a while, then sighed and said with a bitter smile: "Whether you have a master or not, after all, we are the human race

Tianjiao..."

"True genius!" Zhuge Wolong glanced at Yan Chixia and the others, then looked at Lin Yi and added.

Then, Zhuge Wolong's expression became serious and he said in a deep voice:

"That thing is a magical technique! A magical technique specially used to kill the genius of our human race! Whenever a monk who can attack the martial arts or the powerful golden elixir appears within its warning range, a magical technique will fall from the sky.

Sniper him!"

"Furthermore, those who have the most restraint in divine arts are Yuan Shen monks like me!"

"If I were caught by that magic, I would be completely cold within a few breaths at most. The best outcome is that I can only escape with my life by dismembering the body..."

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"As for martial arts and spiritual communication, it will destroy the warrior's qi and blood, just like the tarsal bones, sucking up the warrior's qi and blood, causing the warrior's essence and blood to dry up and die!"

"Jindan monk, the same is true..."

At the end of the story, Zhuge Wolong felt dejected, as if he saw outstanding human beings falling one by one under that golden light.