The Lord who use immortals as food

In the roar of Bian Chongfeng, the whole prison was in a state of panic, because this was not a disaster for just one person. The evil spirit would not let go of any living creature in sight, and this was a tight and sealed prison.

Just by looking at the action of him tearing off the iron bars just now, we knew that his pulse tree was probably already seven lives. At this time, those true qi were frantically breaking through the restraints, and it would not be more difficult to tear a person apart.

No one knew why Nan Ya made such a mistake. A barbarian who might have been possessed by evil was sent to the prison without sealing his true qi. This was definitely a huge accident!

While the prisoners were watching in anger or fear, this terrifying barbarian had already pounced on the weak boy who had just been imprisoned.

He had just barely stood up, his face was pale and he was still in shock. He was unprepared like everyone else. This body crashed into him from the door and completely forced him to death in the prison.

The killing started so abruptly that everyone seemed to see their own death at that moment.

The true energy surged, the candle flames fell, and the evil shadow was so fast that it was beyond vision. The muscular forearm was raised high towards the boy's head. This punch was enough to penetrate the iron bars and stone walls, and the next moment the head would be broken into pieces.

But the chilling sound of pulp cracking did not sound. The boy actually reacted. He still had heavy shackles on his feet, but he had swung the iron chain between his wrists and hooked the iron candlestick sticking out of the wall. Using it as a fulcrum, his body bounced in the air like a carp.

The barbarian punched the wall, and the entire stone wall was dented and cracked. The boy in the air whipped his legs and smashed down, and the iron shackles on his ankles hit the barbarian's head hard.

The sound of "clang" resounded in the prison, but it only exchanged for a roar.

The barbarian suddenly turned around and stretched his arm to hit the air. It was still so fast that it could not be caught, and so strong that it was so terrifying. If this punch hit a person, it would be like hitting a cloth bag full of tomatoes.

But the worn-out single-piece clothing in the air actually took advantage of the kick that just broke out to make an arc again, and the body flipped back vigorously. The strong wind forced the lapels to stick to the back, and the fist force brushed past him in a split second, and he staggered to the ground behind the barbarian.

It was in such a tense panic that people couldn't help but shout for him. Without the support of true energy, his hands and feet were shackled, and such a movement was completed entirely by his muscles and bones. Even if almost everyone here has been a martial artist for a long time, this is too handsome!

But the next moment, a mouthful of blood spit out from the boy's mouth "wow". Obviously, the body of an ordinary person is still too thin in front of such power. And he is too weak.

It's not surprising. Who here is not weak?

Xie Chuantang struggled to squeeze out from the iron bars that were smashed crooked by the barbarian. She covered her abdomen, her face was pale and cold sweat was dripping, and she staggered to the corridor dragging the shackles.

That was the direction of the entrance and exit, which was of course completely blocked at this time, but for the prisoners at this time, being able to attract the attention of people outside was the only chance of survival.

"It's the hour of the Ox now, and the fastest reaction outside will take seventy breaths, so don't pin your hopes on it." The calm voice of the black cat came from his stomach again, "Don't worry, watch his movements, and then listen to me."

Pei Ye stood panting heavily. The violent explosion just now made his body burn and tear. The two leaps were almost completed by his waist and legs. Without the true qi circulation, he could not support such intense movements, and the true qi of the opposite barbarian was like a river thawing, becoming more and more turbulent.

He could never receive any of his punches, and the five sense limits also made him lose his awareness of the enemy and himself. Maybe he would make a mistake in the next move, and maybe the opponent's next move would break the upper limit of the quail head. Death was so close, and the barbarian in front had burst out again.

"Use the hand shackle to catch it." The black cat suddenly spoke again.

Pei Ye was stunned.

This was definitely not a force that could be caught by the hand shackle, it would only cause his arms and iron tools to collapse together.

At this moment, he was frozen between his instinct to fight and his trust in the black cat, but the black cat did not urge him, because the noise of iron chains had been heard in the cell next to him.

The collision of the barbarian twisted the iron bars of the two cells next to him. Wen Zaizi huddled in the corner and tried his best to protect himself, while Bian Chongfeng on the other side had already jumped out of the cell with shackles.

The shackles on this powerful man were no less than Pei Ye, and he was like a leopard in the flying iron chains. He picked up a twisted and broken iron rod from the ground, gritted his teeth and stabbed it hard at the back of the barbarian's neck.

But the next moment, the barbarian turned back like a ghost, and his heavy hand grasped the end of the iron rod and swung it. Bian Chongfeng's strength was crushed, and he had no time to let go. He was thrown against the wall, and he coughed up blood in pain and knelt down with a terrible bone cracking sound.

Many people knew that this might be the only chance. If they couldn't kill the barbarian at this time, there would only be a massacre later.

But this battle obviously didn't leave them any chance from the beginning.

The explosion of the young man and the man was beyond everyone's expectation. Such skills were enough to kill a cultivator of two or three lives with shackles, but now the true qi had crossed an insurmountable gap.

Bian Chongfeng's back attack gave Pei Ye time to fly back. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the broken cage behind him, raised his handcuffs and hit the iron bars hard, but the next moment his heart and lungs suddenly tightened - no matter whether this desperate move would work or not, it was too late!

When the true qi thawed to a certain extent, the hole would not expand rapidly but slowly, and sufficient true qi would rush through the meridians in an instant.

Pei Ye's pupils shrank and he looked back. The distance of two feet was swallowed by the barbarian in one step. The strong wind was already on his face. The quail head could actually keep up with the opponent's attack, but the body would definitely not have time to make an effective evasion.

When a cultivator of the second realm truly stands before a mortal, there is no chance for any action.

Pei Ye remembered that he had also faced such an enemy without true energy, but at this time he was weaker and no longer free, while the enemy was stronger.

This punch could no longer be dealt with. At this time, he could only grit his teeth and try the power brought by the two divine objects. He had never used them once, and he didn't know if they could save his life at this time.

But the black cat suddenly said calmly again: "Use the hand shackle to catch it."

The cold beast eyes and the body of the wild man were right in front of him. All the details in the quail head were clearly visible, telling him clearly that this punch would definitely smash his entire arms.

But he still raised his arms against his instinct.

The sophisticated torture instrument in his hand was made of secret iron. It should be enough to block the sword, but even if it would not break in front of such a punch, the hand tightly bound inside would break inch by inch first.

The huge force hit him with a bang, and Pei Ye's lungs shook, and he spit out blood again.

But he didn't feel the pain he imagined, as if a hard jade membrane supported him.

A clear sound of iron cracking sounded, and the torture device that imprisoned his fingers inch by inch disintegrated and exploded in front of the abundant true qi.

This was an inherent defect of [Tie the Spirit Reins]. It would imprison the fingers that made the seal and lock all the spiritual mysteries inside and outside the body. This was a method specifically aimed at the practitioner and not too much at the true qi.

Of course, it was a rare "coincidence" that it collapsed so accurately under one blow.

And the spiritual mysteries that exploded did not even point to the boy, but completely outward. The collision that the barbarian was unable to resist was stopped forcefully, and the explosive wind swept the prisons on both sides with a clanging sound.

The black cat heard a sentence in his stomach: "Go to the end of the east corridor, you are in the T-shaped room, seven feet away, and you have to earn a breath and a half."

The east corridor is the place to enter and exit the prison, and Xie Chuantang's figure just disappeared there.

Pei Ye looked back, pursed his lips and sped up, while the barbarian behind him had risen again. This time, the true qi left his body and pressed towards his back sharply, but Pei Ye felt not a sword, but a kind of swallowing and drowning, and his steps were immediately strangled by this true qi.

It was the first time Pei Ye heard the name "Huang Xie", but at this time he realized that they were still human.

In the prison next to him, Bian Chongfeng had swallowed blood and stood up again. The man's vitality was amazing enough. It was obvious that the barbarian was invincible, but it was even more obvious that he would die if he did not resist.

He tightened the iron rod like a twisted spear again, gritted his teeth, and bent his waist. For everyone else, this was the only glimmer of hope.

The young man had dragged on for three rounds amazingly, and now he was finally in a desperate situation. The only thing he could still rely on was this man - not relying on him to kill the barbarian, but relying on him to hold on for two more moves.

And in the two extra breaths, Xie Chuantang might attract the attention of the officials outside.

Then Bian Zhongfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and the power that was about to explode in his body was forcibly stopped.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, the weak boy who was submerged by the true energy turned around and raised his hand towards the barbarian three feet away.

It was a hand that had just been freed from the shackles, slender, powerful, and still trembling with sweat, like a new cicada peeling its shell.

No one knew why the boy's hand was so solemnly imprisoned, just like when the instrument was disassembled just now, they didn't feel anything was released. It was still an ordinary body, and the true energy was blocked. For a cultivator, it was like his cultivation being uprooted, and all other means were just auxiliary.

Now it was indeed the case. The boy still couldn't break free from the true energy of the barbarian, but. A red lotus grew out of his palm.

Such a beautiful creation should never appear in this dark dungeon. The lotus petals were like jade carvings, the color was like red, and it was so transparent that it didn't look like the human world. The young man was in the palm of his hand, and the violent true energy in front of him stopped at this moment.

【Red Lotus Fire】

The inherited Xuan Fire of Shaolong Yi's family, even without the matching spear skills, is also an excellent flame. With Xuan, life is born, and the heat reaches the three Lis. The temperature three times that of molten gold is enough to turn any narrow space into a furnace.

After obtaining this flame, Pei Ye used it against the enemy for the first time. This is why he was forbidden to use Xuan even though he was not a sorcerer.

The red lotus turned into flames, and the bright and fierce flame stream illuminated the horrified faces of everyone. Bian Chongfeng immediately hid in the corner of the wall. The whole corridor was penetrated by the red flame in an instant. The flames licked the iron bars, leaving traces like ice melting and condensing.

The terrifying figure of the barbarian was restrained for the first time in such a stream of fire, and then he flew back with his arms raised. The surging true energy frantically formed a defense, and was swallowed up in an instant. Such a terrifying power is definitely enough to seriously injure him, but when the true energy is far from being exhausted, the flame dimmed and extinguished first.

Everyone was shocked by the strength of this strange boy, and everyone could see his weakness that could not be concealed.

The newly released profound energy could only support such an attack with all its strength, and this explosion was even more severe on his own body.

It was just that this [Red Lotus Fire] was enough for just one and a half breaths.

The young man's body did not stop at all. He did not stop flying when the lotus appeared in his palm, and he flew even faster when the flames exploded. He gritted his teeth and reached the end indicated by the kitten in just half a breath.

There was nothing special.

This was the regulation when the Nan Ya prison was built. Standing in the prison, he could not see clearly, but as long as he walked out of the corridor, he could see that it was just a small room without a door.

Simple tables and chairs, perhaps used for stationing people to guard, perhaps for interrogating prisoners, or for writing case files. In short, it is a place of two meters in radius.

There are no extra furnishings. At the other end of the room is a door leading to the outside. It is made of heavy iron with obscure patterns. Xie Chuantang arrived here earlier than him. Blood flowed from her abdomen to the ground, but she only raised the yoke and smashed the iron door with all her strength.

At the other end of the corridor, the barbarian showed mottled burns on his body. Such injuries were not enough to stop the attack of a seven-life. He only sorted out his true energy and suddenly ejected like a cannonball again. The burst of air once again made people clench their hearts.

The evil tiger still did not fall, but the injured deer had really run out of tricks.

Pei Ye listened to the explosion behind him. There was no room for pulling. This was a real dead end.

The black cat said the last sentence calmly: "Turn around."

Pei Ye panted, looked to the left in a daze, and the whole person calmed down.

There was really nothing special.

It was just that when the temple secretary led the interrogation just now, all the weapons of the imprisoned officials were carefully untied and taken out of the corridor. When leaving, some officials made a mistake and forgot to take back their weapons.

So the things he left behind were quietly leaning against the corner of the wall. There was a sheath, a handle, and a blade. It was definitely not a magic weapon, but a shape made of ordinary iron.

The true energy of the barbarian behind him was surging again, squeezing the room so that the wind was blowing. Pei Ye still had no true energy and was weak. The few explosions just now made her whole body hurt.

But the muscles all over her body just relaxed like this. Pei Yezhan held the stiff and painful fingers of her right hand, took a breath, and interrupted the woman who was screaming and banging the door opposite.

The barbarian was behind her, and she was trying her best in despair.

But the young man said weakly: "Hey - give me that sword."

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Xie Chuantang understood in an instant why these hands were imprisoned, and why those officials had to take off their swords before the prison.

His true qi lock was still there, and he must still be under great restrictions, but the moment he held the cold hilt of the sword, the young man turned into a ghost.

The barbarian rushed in like a cannonball, and the sword light was out of the sheath like water, cutting into the surging true qi, and suddenly floated.

Xie Chuantang had seen many swords, and she could use a sword herself. This was obviously a loss of control of the sword, but the next moment an indescribable beauty seized her, and the sword swept like a silver fish and floated behind the barbarian. And then it was the heavy body of the young man that floated with it!

Just like ripples pushing away duckweed, and the wind pushing aside floating leaves, they were originally floating with the flow, how could the leaves be pierced by the wind?

[Floating Back to the Wind]

The barbarian turned his head in an instant, and the boy had already flown three meters away with this true energy. The distance of three meters was just a passing by for the barbarian, but the standing boy's sword had already spread out a piece of pure cold and clear white.

The dark dungeon turned into a jade sky ice lake in an instant, and the snow fell like feathers. Under the cold moon, the blood-stained broken feathers spread all the way to the center of the lake.

This scene made the whole dungeon quiet, and all the intense and surging emotions condensed into snow under the night sky. When people woke up, they saw that the man in the tattered single clothes was holding the sword with his backhand, and it was already at the side of the barbarian's neck.

The barbarian also woke up at the same time. Qisheng's reaction and true energy mobilization were as fast as lightning. Obviously, the white blade was about to be swallowed, but the thick true energy still protected his neck in an instant.

However, the boy was no longer the fruit with few means under the moon in the martial arts field.

A bright line of fire suddenly appeared on the single-sided sword blade, sharp and jade-red. In just a moment, the true qi was cut into by the black fire like a soft rot, and the barbarian stepped on the ground and flew back, but his head had already flown high.

The huge body fell, and the young man staggered to the ground and leaned on the prison door. In the silence, there was only the sound of his panting. The fire blade on the long sword faded, and the bright blade was like a mirror, without any blood left.

The prison door was lit up with bright patterns at this time, and was kicked open by the outsider.

The normal process of assistance should be slower, but it seems that someone has discovered the abnormality from another way.

Xie Chuantang reacted very quickly and turned to the side. The next moment, Si Cheng rushed in with a sword, his face full of anger. But when he saw the young man standing with a sword five feet away, his body suddenly tensed up, his steps stopped, and the hand holding the sword burst out with blue veins.

Even breathing stopped at this moment. The temple secretary stared at the barefoot boy in front of him. His shackles were still locked, and the Qi lock was intact, but no one, including the public servants who followed in, made any further moves.

Silence.

The black cat's calm words came from his stomach: "It's okay."

So the boy smiled kindly and let go. The long sword fell to the ground with a "clang". He retreated two feet and spread his hands flatly towards the public servants.

The head of the barbarian with long hair cut off shook on the ground and gradually stopped rolling.