This Swordsman is Too Steady

The monk's time is precious but not so precious.

The monk practiced and competed with heaven for fate.

The foundation life is two hundred, and the golden core life is five hundred.

For the foundation-building monks, they have to break through to the Golden Core Stage in two hundred years. With the three hundred years of life span from Bo Jintan, every second counts naturally.

However, whether monks are practicing exercises or refining magical tools, they often take months and years as the unit.

Therefore, under the long enough dimension, the monks are the ones who have the least concept of time.

It's like now.

The guards of the whole building gathered here, waiting for the intelligence of the warden, as if not aware of the passage of time.

...

Department of Prisons.

It is completely different from the gloomy mundane cell in the imagination, it is bright and clean, without dust.

Today's warden is an unprecedented grand occasion.

Staggered one after another, in the room with the forbidden spirit formation, at this moment, the monks who were arrested by the guards were imprisoned.

Inside one of the cells, smoke was filled, and the peculiar smell of sandalwood was constantly burning.

This is the incense of Ecstasy, which has an extremely significant gain effect on the Ecstasy that the monks cast.

The members of the prison division have a wide variety of methods to pry out information from the monks.

The most common is to use some unique techniques to torture the captured monks. When they can't bear the pain, they naturally confess all information frankly.

But among the monks, most are those with tenacity, and there are often monks who can bear the unbearable pain of ordinary people.

At this time, it is necessary to use more advanced means, such as illusion, ecstasy, soul search and other spiritual arts.

Liu Mi is a spiritual practitioner who is proficient in ecstasy among the warden.

Liu Mi quietly looked at the real person Xuan Ming, whose face was covered with scary blood spots.

Knowing the methods of his colleagues in the prison division well, he knew at a glance that this was a trace left by bloodthirsty ants.

The bloodthirsty ants are so small that they will penetrate the pores of the monk's body, and then they will continue to wander around, swallowing blood, until the monk is sucked up and turned into a corpse.

During this process, the monk who was recruited not only had an itchy whole body, but also suffered terrible pain. It was definitely considered torture.

In the face of such torture, Master Xuan Ming did not let go, so he handed Master Xuan Ming to himself.

Liu Mi thought of this and sighed: "With such aspirations, why do you want to do such a prohibited thing?"

True person Xuan Ming looked at Liu Mi blankly: "Evil cultivators have always been like this. This is a matter of heaven and earth, why is it illegal?"

Liu Mi shook his head, and didn't say much to Real Person Xuan Ming.

It has always been meaningless to argue with people about who is right.

Liu Mi's heart moved, and the huge power of the soul poured out from the center of his eyebrows, and the rush to the real person Xuan Ming.

Real person Xuan Ming's cold eyes gradually lost their light, his pupils moved upward, leaving only a white eye.

This is a sign that Ecstasy is effective.

Suddenly, Liu Mi's expression changed, and then he staggered and almost fell to the ground without standing still.

"You!" Liu Mi, who was steady, pointed to the real person Xuan Ming, his eyes full of disbelief.

At the moment when Ecstasy took effect, True Person Xuan Ming ignored the limitations of the Forbidden Spirit Array, and didn't know what kind of weird spell he cast, disintegrating his own soul.

The fluctuations caused by the disintegration of his soul also made Liu Mi, who had penetrated the power of the soul into the soul of the real person Xuanming, eaten a cruel heart.

It's just that the situation of Real Person Xuan Ming is even worse, blood stains are constantly infiltrating from Real Person Xuan Ming's seven orifices.

Once the soul is disintegrated, it will really be scattered, and there will be no chance of reincarnation.

The determination of real person Xuan Ming made Liu Mi unexpected.

"You so-called righteous people, want to get the information you want from my mouth? Dreaming!"

Real person Xuan Ming saw Liu Mi's gloomy expression, gave a dark smile, and then slowly closed his eyes.

His body, which had lost the signs of life, was unable to stand up anymore, like a puddle of mud, falling straight to the ground.

Snapped!

A chess piece fell heavily on the chessboard.

The man who had the son was burly in stature and looked about 30 years old. He was wearing a gray robe, with a high nose and wide mouth, and a big square face, showing the color of wind and frost.

"Have you not found the reason for the failure of Yuanshan City's Mirror Capture?"

Two cold and electric eyes flashed on the face of the opposite person twice.

Sitting across from the burly man was an old man with white beard and hair.

If Tantai Qingrun was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this old man was the former city master of Yuanshan City, Raksha Rayan who disappeared after the battle of Yuanshan City.

Raksha looked at the two cannons on the chessboard that had crossed the river, his expression gloomy, moved the chess piece lightly, and the vaulting horse took hold.

"Master Shura, I have thoroughly investigated all the insiders who participated in the Yuanshan City operation, and there is no clue.

But I have been planning for many years in Yuanshan City, everything is fine, except for the traitors, I really can't find any other reasons for the failure of the Mirror Capture Project. "

It turned out that this burly middle-aged man was the principal of the underworld in Zhenjiang Mansion, Shura.

"If you play chess for half an hour, you still don't know who the stinky chess player is." As for Raksha's defense, Shura looked indifferent and entered the car to camp. On the chessboard, the cart, horse, and artillery were all three pieces. Potential.

"Then you are that stinky chess basket!"

Raksha was silent for a while, his voice hoarse: "He understands."

Shura Yunzi killed him and ate Raksha's Pegasus in one bite.

"I just heard the news. I don't know where the footsteps were revealed. Zhenjiang Tower dispatched all the guards and monks to repair the evil spirits that cooperated with us to refine the corpse puppets for us."

Raksha's raised hand shook slightly, and finally stabilized, adding an elephant at the horn to withstand Shura's serial offensive.

"In the process of contacting those evil cultivators, our people have never revealed their true identity, nor have they revealed themselves.

Even if the Zhenjiang Tower's methods were to reach the sky and pry those evil repair mouths open, there would be no useful news, right? "

Shura was expressionless and swallowed the elephant: "Among the hall masters, you are the most cautious and thorough, and you plan carefully. I value you the most.

But don’t you find it familiar to you today?

Yuanshan Castle, you are deceiving yourself like this. Even if you find the clues, you still don't take it seriously. You insist on going your own way, and the many years of arrangement in Yuanshan Castle have been lost.

Forget it, after this battle, have you not learned your lesson? "

A slight cold sweat oozes from behind Raksha, and at the same time the chess pieces in his hand hurriedly tuned back to defense: "My lord's lesson is that we are now?"

Shura used a car cannon, and once again swallowed the car that Raksha had transferred back: "Do you know what is most taboo when playing chess?"

Without waiting for Rakshasa's answer, Shura said coldly: "The most feared thing in chess is to fall into the opponent's rhythm.

Just like you are now, passive everywhere, blindly adjusting chess to defend my offensive, in fact, every step you take is in my expectation.

In this way of chess, there is no chance of winning. "

Raksha was stunned. If he realized something, his chess moves would gradually change to draw away from them: "So, what we have to do now is to interrupt the rhythm of action of Zhishoulou."

Shura glanced at the direction of Raksha's chess pieces ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and sneered: "I understand well, but now your chess pieces are almost eaten up, and you just reacted and chose to attack and interfere with me. In my opinion, it’s just a meaningless struggle."

Raksha's expression was a little embarrassed, mixed with some doubts: "Then...what about?"

Shura stretched out his hand, crossed the Chu River and Han boundary, gently picked up Raksha's shogi, and then slammed the board.

The chess pieces were scattered and rolled to the ground.

Shura firmly grasped the general in his hand, and his tone was full of killing intent: "Worshiping ghosts and gods depends on incense, and playing chess depends on generals!

As long as the player is still there, no matter how bad the game is, it is not considered a loss.

Since the head-on move is already at a disadvantage, it simply turned the board off! "

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