Bang——
In the midst of the clouds and mist, light flickered, and thunder and turbulence roared past.
Her Royal Highness reacted immediately and kept changing the seals with her hands. In just a moment, the strong wind continued and the air blade whirled, once again disrupting the thunder turbulence released by the young emperor and preventing it from succeeding.
The Art of Air and Wind·Wind Blade.
The Art of Air and Wind·Dragon King Fang.
The art of air and wind·Speed spear.
The Art of Qi and Wind·One Line of Sky.
The Art of Air and Wind·Wings of the Wind King.
This time, the mirage field was not fully opened, but it only maintained a large enough range to hide. Her Royal Highness put most of her spiritual energy on the attack end, so that even if the young emperor used the spirit spirit like Elemental Dance, Her Royal Highness would not be affected by the spell. Backfired and defeated.
Boo hoo hoo hoo——
The wind blades and dragon fangs roared out, a ray of sky blade cut through the clouds, and the wings of the Wind King allowed Her Royal Highness to shuttle through the mirage field at high speed!
This is an excellent offensive and defensive system!
The source of chaos, the aura of the body, and the unparalleled realm.
The atmosphere outside the court was so enthusiastic that it could be described as a roaring tsunami. These three young men were all amazing and talented, and the audience couldn't help but sigh that the young people are terrible.
This is very painful for our young emperor.
Wind blades and speed spears have been interfering with his spellcasting and chanting. Yitiantian and Dragon King Ya refused to listen and caused wounds on him. Under the wind knowledge domain, Xixia's control over the wind has improved to a higher level.
Infinite loop.
The young emperor kept destroying Xi Xia's incorporeal body in an attempt to create a vacancy, but the mirage field would immediately be filled with new incorporeal bodies. It was not that he was powerless, but that he had no chance to take advantage of it.
No chance.
The young emperor stood in the center of the ring.
Among these three young men, Yaxiu and Xisha both have the emperor personally guiding them in their cultivation. With this alone, they are much stronger than when they were young.
However, Ye Xingyi, who grew up wildly after the age of ten, also awakened the abnormal innate magical power of transforming the body into spiritual energy.
The future life is to be feared.
The young emperor shouted loudly and sprinted at a high speed. All the spiritual energy in his body was poured into the magic, and wind, rain and thunder were released together.
There is no other way but to break through.
Several times, the arrow-like thunder passed by the edge of Her Royal Highness the Princess's body, dangerously and dangerously.
Unfortunately, gambling is risky, and the young emperor was unlucky after all.
The wounds accumulated more and more, and spiritual power became increasingly scarce.
After half a stick of incense, I had no choice but to give up.
There were cheers from the mountains and tsunamis on the sidelines. Princess Xisha walked out of the clouds and mist, like an ethereal goddess.
In the second battle on the second day, Shisha won.
Ten days ago.
Tuo Xuan is somewhere in the world of death.
This is a small world hidden under the magical sky city, the largest central prison in Yaoxi, where the prisoners are either extremely vicious or extremely evil.
The black inverted pyramid is buried under the super origin root.
In the inverted pyramid, there is a huge palace with a black main body. The huge pillars of the palace were propped up, depicting reliefs of gods slaying ghosts. On the door, there is a portrait of Hades. In the translucent foundation stone of the temple, the divine seal of Bi'an is sealed.
There is almost nothing else in the palace, which is wide and dark. A cultivator is sitting cross-legged in it. At the end of the long corridor behind him is a huge bronze door.
Behind the bronze door, walking across the long bridge over the vast starry abyss, is Liuyuan, the ultimate place of exile.
Prisoners who walk into it are like entering hell. As they move forward step by step, they will be crushed into powder by the heavy weight of the abyss.
Those who stepped back would be whipped and beheaded on the spot by the brutal jailers.
The divine whip in the hand of the jailer, when struck on the body, can directly stab the consciousness, even if it has the physical body to crush the heaven and earth, it is useless.
After crossing the long bridge over the abyss, there is a folded space, leading to the corner of the infinite universe, the ultimate long river.
This is eternal exile, never seeing home, used to punish those who have committed the most heinous crimes.
The cultivator was dressed in a short coat of rough linen and sat cross-legged quietly. Suddenly he noticed someone knocking on the door of the main hall.
He stood up and was a little surprised. In the era of the Six Emperors, this door had not been opened for a long time. What kind of prisoners would Liuyuan usher in?
The door was opened, and there were three people standing outside. One of them was dressed in black and had body-suppressing shackles and chain cuffs, and a broken sword that blocked the origin of the avenue was inserted into his chest.
The practitioner looked at the injuries on the prisoner's body. Part of his flesh and blood had even rotted away. The remaining ghost energy on his skin was constantly corroding his body, suppressing his body's ability to heal.
Obviously, this person had been severely tortured, which was a rare thing in the era of the Six Emperors.
"This is..." the practitioner couldn't help but ask.
The two people behind the prisoner did not answer him, but just pushed the prisoner forward with their hands.
Don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked. The practitioner is very knowledgeable and doesn't go further.
The two people behind had cold eyes and dragged the prisoner's arms. The practitioner motioned to the two of them to walk to the center of the hall.
"Approval." The cultivator asked in a routine manner. Without the approval from God Qi Sky City, he could not bring the prisoner into the abyss.
The two men looked at each other. "Not yet."
"Then we will temporarily detain him in the palace." The practitioner said, taking the prisoner's chain, pulling him to the main hall, changing his angle, and locking him here.
The two men in black exchanged looks with each other and left the hall.
The practitioner looked at the two men indifferently. He had been in prison for many years and had seen many people who had committed extremely evil crimes. However, these two people were full of evil spirits and did not look like good people.
He didn't say anything more, and closed the door of the hall. The magic circle lingered, and the place was isolated from the world again.
The prisoner, who was covered in rags, was chained in a corner, his eyes closed and silent.
The practitioner looked at the shocking wounds on his body. Under the influence of those chain-shackles, all the pain would be magnified. This person must not be underestimated.
The practitioner practices a special method and needs to experience the torture in prison. This makes him like to observe the various prisoners who are detained and gain a lot of insights.
He felt something strange. In the era of the Six Emperors, the politics were clear, and such heinous crimes were rare. Liuyuan was not a place where prisoners from other countries were imprisoned, so how could such a person be welcomed.
Moreover, the jailers visiting from outside did not report any domestic troubles.
Could there be any grievance? He wondered endlessly. Judging from the fact that the two people had not approved it, it seemed possible.
But everything is just his random guess.
After a brief observation in front of the prisoner, he didn't see much. The practitioner sat down cross-legged not far in front of him, and was about to return to a deep state of cultivation, when the prisoner spoke.
"Can you... give me a small knife?" The prisoner said these words with a hoarse voice and difficulty.
"No." The practitioner shook his head. It makes sense that for some people, even if the origin of the avenue is sealed and the physical body is suppressed, a small knife in hand can still become a weapon for killing gods.
The prisoner did not continue to speak, and silence floated in the dim hall.
"Water." After a while, the prisoner suddenly said again.
The practitioner stood up and found that these basic requirements could still be met, but he was surprised that any of the people who could be imprisoned here were not at a high level, so how could they still need the most basic water.
The practitioner who didn't understand what he wanted to do still took out a porcelain bowl, casually made a seal in his hand, and the water element condensed in the bowl.
He handed the water to the prisoner. After the prisoner caught it with great effort, he walked back to his original position and fell into a deep state of cultivation.
Silence continued to float in the hall.
I don’t know how long it took, or maybe not too long, but suddenly there was a bang and a crisp sound in the hall, waking up the practitioners who were practicing.
He frowned slightly and looked at the broken porcelain pieces at the prisoner's feet.
It turned out that the prisoner threw the porcelain bowl at the palace stone, causing it to break.
This bowl is not cheap...
However, what happened in the next moment left him unforgettable in the days to come.
The prisoner tremblingly picked up the broken pieces of porcelain, leaned against the wall, and used the edges to cut bit by bit at the bone-deep wounds on his legs, gouging out the rotten flesh bit by bit.
This is an extremely painful process that makes practitioners feel horrified.
The prisoner was minding his own business gouging out the carrion without any pause. After a while, he paused and realized that the practitioner had woken up.
He raised his head, their eyes met in the air, and the practitioner was stunned.
In just a few seconds, the practitioner was deeply shocked by this look. In just a moment, he firmly believed in his heart that there was grievance inside.
Once upon a time, when the Six Emperors rose up for righteousness, countless rebels were thrown into prison and died in the abyss. Those great rebels who saved Yaoxi's people from disaster had such eyes when they died generously.
What kind of look is that, calm and firm, but also containing infinite power.
It is impossible for a person who has committed such a heinous crime to have such profound and powerful eyes that struck his soul again and again.
The cultivator had great righteousness in his heart. At that time, he was forced to exile countless rebels and committed countless sins. The emperor did not blame him, so he punished himself by staying outside the abyss forever to pay for his sins.
He immediately stood up, stopped the prisoner's carving out of flesh, picked up the dagger from his sleeve robe, and wanted to help the prisoner deal with those horrific wounds. When the origin of the avenue and the physical body were suppressed, it was extremely difficult to free himself. Healed.
However, just as the practitioner stepped forward, the prisoner gently stretched out his hand to stop him.
The two people's eyes met again, and the prisoner shook his head gently. This was the path he chose, and he didn't want to injure others.
The practitioner froze on the spot, only shocked in his heart.
Three days had passed, and the prisoner was sitting in the corner of the main hall, leaning against the wall carving of Demon Slayer.
As the practitioner thought, there was no other prisoner except him these days.
He was like an uninvited guest, about to step into this abyss.
Time passed little by little. Judging from the conversation between the practitioner and the jailer, it seemed that something had happened outside. He didn't know what happened.
I don’t know what the outcome of the war will be.
Before I knew it, ten days had passed.
Practitioners find it more and more strange that with the efficiency of the superiors, people who enter the hall in front of Liuyuan can get approval within one day even if there is no approval.
It has been ten days now, and the approval has still not been issued.
It’s getting more and more strange.
The practitioner looked at the prisoner sitting quietly in the corner several times, and felt more deeply that there was something hidden inside.
Bang bang bang bang!
There was a sudden knock on the door of the main hall. Could it be that the person who issued the approval had arrived?
The practitioner cast spells in his hands, and the magic circle was gradually broken, and the forbidden circle that blocked the outside world was released by him.
He didn't know who was coming, but since he could walk in here, there was no need to stop him.
The door was pushed open, and the cultivator stood up and stood in front of the prisoner, looking menacing and unkind.
The next moment, the practitioner was stunned.
A gust of fragrant wind came, and a bright figure walked quickly into the hall, with several people behind her.
"Brother Sun!"
