Chapter 380 Are you teaching me how to do things? Suddenly, the place became eerily than a dozen inmates who were blood-thirsty saw the two people ranked 18 and 13 being easily killed by the mysterious man. They didn't even have the ability to struggle and just died like that. They were so afraid that their faces changed from gloomy to bright and they dared not confront him. You know, they are all prisoners outside the top 10, and their strength is roughly similar. No one has the ability to kill the six-armed monk and the white-haired succubus at the same time. If anyone had, they would have been ranked among the top ten monsters. Just when the prisoners were confused about this man's origins, a pale-faced jailer, covering his broken arm, had slightly dilated pupils and a look of astonishment. At first he was not sure, because the man in front of him had a different figure from the photo he remembered, and he did not have the iconic white hair. Ye Wufu thought he had seen it wrong and was hallucinating. Unable to hold back his guess, he asked a tentative question. "You are Senior Xuanzun?! Are you Mr. Yuhuai's uncle?!" "Are you his student?" Jiang Mo answered the question irrelevantly, but indirectly acknowledged his identity. He glanced over and looked at the man in his thirties, with a handsome face and a high nose bridge. The other party was so excited that he spoke incoherently:
"Yes, student! I worked under him for a period of time and saw your photo at his place." "It's really you, Senior Xuanzun! That's great." As soon as these words were spoken, the tense spirits of the six injured jailers suddenly relaxed, and they subconsciously let out a long sigh of relief. Everyone's tired face was rejuvenated. "Xuan Zun...Chen Qing from the Trinity Sect?!" "No, you you can't be him!!" "He has already ascended!!" In the prisoner camp, when most non-human species had not yet reacted, an old man who was so old that he was just skin and bones raised a sharp question and denied the authenticity of Jiang Mo's identity. But as soon as he said it, he regretted it. For someone with such exaggerated strength, it seemed that his words were justified. Really? ! In just half a second, the old man was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. He was shaking like a sieve, his eyes were evasive, and he was so guilty that he didn't even have the courage to look the man in white clothes and black hair in the eye. "I don't have to prove anything to you." "Since you recognize me, why don't you just go back to the dog cage or commit suicide on the spot?" Jiang Mosheng's voice was as cold as ice. He regarded the memories of these prisoners, which contained rich and eventful life experiences, as a shortcut to broaden his horizons, saving him from reading thousands of ancient books and traveling thousands of miles all day long. ".No!!" "Even if you come here in person, I would rather die than go back!" The old man trembled and said that he was the 26th prisoner, a supreme master of the soul way. When he spoke, he even used the honorific "you". He really didn't think he had any chance of competing. When he was young and just starting out in the martial arts world, the other party was already famous throughout the world and unrivaled in the land of immortals, both ancient and modern. Sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now he is old, while that senior is still in his prime.
This difference in life cultivation and strength made him so desperate that his hands and feet became stiff and his brain was almost blank. When the other prisoners saw the old man's abnormal behavior, they felt a strong sense of uneasiness in their hearts, and some even stepped back, preparing to evacuate and temporarily avoid the attack. "Well, you die." After being rejected, Jiang Mo replied calmly without any emotional ups and downs. With a "buzz" sound, the Tianheng Gu in his body completely revived. As he thought about it, the blood and energy in his heart, like a stellar furnace, madly gathered to the Gu. "Wan Yue—fall!" "Boom!!!" The words of a god came true. The vertical downward gravity, like a huge colorless black hole, attacked madly, dragging the 15 prisoners to their knees on the ground, with their bones bursting and their flesh deformed, as if they had hit a transparent aura. At first glance, the metal floor did not seem to be sunken much, and a terrible repulsive force also appeared under them, pushing them upwards. Under the crushing of two completely different force fields, several prisoners roared furiously. They were suppressed to the point of having their heads broken and bleeding, and their organs in their bodies were being shattered inch by inch. If it was a few minutes later, they would have been dead for sure. "I told you, I'll give you a choice." "If you don't want it, I'll come myself." Jiang Mo walked calmly, passing the stunned jailers. Although they knew that this world-number one Xuanzun was extremely powerful and was comparable to the pinnacle of evolution - God. But when you see him take action with your own eyes, you will still feel extremely shocked. The dozen or so ruthless men who surrounded and killed them are now like drowned rats waiting to be slaughtered, with nowhere to escape. In order to prevent them from counterattacking before death or self-destructing the true qi and energy in their bodies, the red-gold vertical lines between Jiang Mo's eyebrows suddenly shone brightly, and 15 soul-breaking spells that controlled the lethality within the limit swept through the void in an instant and pierced through the prisoners' brains. "what!!" "Roar!!!" A shrill roar was heard, and all creatures, human and non-human, were severely injured. After a few breaths, Jiang Mo came in front of the old man. In his horrified eyes, he lowered his right hand and clasped his skull, with his palm facing the Baihui acupoint. "Senior! The Blood Lotus Sect Leader is breaking the seal that is holding the Blood Ancestor." "Why don't we take care of these prisoners while you support them first?" Someone was anxious and reminded him. The way he looked at a certain inmate of the opposite sex seemed to be full of compassion, and this subtle action naturally could not be hidden from Jiang Mo. "It's good enough that you're able to save your life. You still have the energy to teach me what to do?" Jiang Mo ignored his suggestion and began to extract the old man's memory with the flowing starlight of the Eye of Truth imprinted on his palm. In those brief yet long seconds, all the jailers had stiff expressions on their faces. The elder's evil and murderous character was very different from the gentle one they had heard. "Pfft!!!" Just when they were at a loss and hesitant, as the old man's memory was plundered, Jiang Mo exerted force with his wrist, and his true energy vibrated, smashing his head.
Then, under the nervous look of the jailer who was admonishing him, Jiang Mo deliberately walked up to a female inmate with short gray hair, a slovenly face, and ugly, hideous purple veins protruding all over her skin. Ignoring her resentful look, he directly grabbed her throat, preparing to extract her memory. "Senior, wait! This man can't be hurt!" As expected, knowing that Jiang Mo had the intention to kill him, Zhou Fan rushed over and pleaded: "She has a split personality and is locked here because she can't control her power. Her brother is one of the youngest and most powerful swordsmen in the Nine Divisions and has saved my life. I dare to ask you to spare her for once!!" In the crowd, there was a jailer who was severely beaten, with a bloody hole in his abdomen and his internal organs about to fall out. He was so angry that his face turned purple and his liver ached slightly. No, buddy, are you kidding? I was almost beaten to death by her, and you still pleaded for mercy! Qi Che clenched his fists slightly, coughed several times, his blood and energy fluctuated, and his expression was angry. Not only him, even Fa Wuxiang, who was being tortured by thousands of sword energies, found it difficult to understand such a ridiculous request. It was a life-and-death battle, so why bother about that mentally ill person? Is it a big deal to be sick? Is it a superiority to be sick? Their lives are lives too. It’s impossible that the witch, who has a brother who wields a sword, would just protect her like this, right? Yu Huai's student Ye Wufu stood there in a daze, looking at Zhou Fan with a colder look in his eyes. His arm was shattered by the sneak attack of this witch, and if he had not dodged in time, he would have lost his head. "Split personality. Multiple souls in one body?" "A crude lie." Jiang Mo's Soul-Breaking Spell did not lock onto any additional targets. He simply stroked the top of the woman's head with one hand, his sharp eyes looking through her from the outside to the inside, digging into the deepest secrets of her flesh and blood, but he did not discover the existence of the second soul. "Uh-huh." The female prisoner wailed. Her eyes, nostrils, mouth corners, and ears were all bleeding. Zhou Fan was shocked to see this. Thinking of the kindness in the past, he gritted his teeth and begged again: "Senior Xuanzun! Please spare her life. We will punish her severely later!" "roll." Jiang Mo thought he was noisy and irritating, so he shouted him away. The repulsive force blasted him thousands of meters away like a storm. His body was completely out of control and he vomited blood. He was shot out of the prison like a cannonball and crashed into the cave. He collapsed to the ground and was unable to get up again. "Cool!" Ye Wufu roared in his heart, but his appearance remained calm. After all, he was considered half a disciple of the Trinity Sect and had great respect for Jiang Mo. Now, seeing his actions, he finally understood why his teacher admired this elder so much. Qi Che and Fa Wuxiang were moved and extremely surprised, and their depressed mood was immediately relieved. "The passage is open for you. If you want to survive, leave now." Jiang Mo's voice was very flat, as if he was talking about something insignificant. These jailers were complete strangers to him, and their life or death had nothing to do with him, so he was already doing his best by lending a hand. Outside the prison, endless black quagmire covered 90% of the space of underground waters and caves, gathering into a huge viscous sphere. The only open narrow passage was the path where Zhou Fan was blown away. "Senior, I will stay and fight with you to the end. We will live and die together!" Fa Wuxiang, who was upright in character, was reluctant to leave.
He had regular features and was a tough man, but at this moment he was like a fish with all its scales stripped off, with dense scars all over his body, oozing blood, but his fighting spirit was high. "Senior, I feel the same way!" Qi Che said firmly. "go out." After Jiang Mo said this, he no longer cared about their choice and began to intercept the prisoners' memories. "Zhai Yi, born in 1990, from Shenzhen, abandoned in an orphanage. Together with his brother Zhai Wushuang, their bloodline reverted to their ancestral home, and their awakening failed." "At the age of 12, he was taken back to the Life Engineering Research Institute. At the age of 16, he was possessed by a demon and became a great master. He killed dozens of people and escaped from the Nine Tribes. He used his bloodline ability, the Ten Thousand Shadows Technique, to transfer his true body and hide himself in a sea of people. He traveled to many places." "In 2009, my brother was chosen as a candidate for the Sword Bearer. In the same year, the two of us met in Shuzhong and gave up the pursuit." "In 2012, the number of Devouring Shadows reached 49000, breaking through the Supreme Grandmaster level. His whereabouts were exposed. He was seriously injured in a fight with the Nine Divisions and fled." "The following year, in the coastal city of Fu, he wanted to re-cleave his bloodline and be reborn. The number of Devouring Shadows reached 81000. He was suppressed by the Sword Master sent by the Nine Departments. He was on the verge of death and was imprisoned in the Dry Sea Prison." "In 2014, Zhai Wushuang was officially promoted to an unknown number of Sword Holders, and his status was second only to the highest person in charge of the Nine Departments." "The death penalty was changed, and the thousand-year sentence was gradually reduced due to my brother's achievements. At the beginning of 2016, there were only 560 years left in the sentence." (End of this chapter)