The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 53: The Pain of Dragon Tooth
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Jing Jiu floated upward from the bottom of Bitan, saw some wreckage gradually disappearing with bubbles, and then saw a face.
To be precise, it was a face with unwillingness, grief, and despair remaining on it.
The once rebellious evil master, the final ending is only the food of a certain beast when it is boring, which of course is unacceptable humiliation and disillusionment.
The face swayed in the pool water, then slowly disappeared.
Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to rise to the surface, carrying the iron sword in his hand to the edge of the pool.
It has been three years since this iron sword was lost by him in Bitan. The magical thing is that it hasn't disappeared, but the rust on the surface has disappeared a lot. The burn marks left by burning in the snow for six years were washed by the lake. Smoother. This didn't make the iron sword shine like a silver-washed gun, but it was even more ugly, like excrement.
Jing Jiu was not dissatisfied. He could persist in the corrosive and toxic pool water for three years without being melted. Even the Flying Sword of the Immortal Rank was nothing more than that.
He steamed the poisonous pool water on his body with the fire of a sword, took out a new white coat and put it on, covered his face with the sword gang, then turned and looked towards the extremely high cliff.
The cliff is full of wet moss, which looks like a green ribbon of mildew.
The old man stood on the cliff looking at him condescendingly, his messy head fluttering, his expression indifferent, and the corners of his lips with blood stains.
Jing Jiu has already guessed the identity of the other party. The only life that can walk freely in the Demon Suppression Prison is this one, and the two protrusions in the other's messy head are also very obvious.
He went in and out of the town demon prison and made very careful preparations. The most important thing was not to disturb this man. He didn't expect the result to be a failure.
Who told the Zhongzhou faction? Did that person reveal his identity?
Just as he was thinking about these things, the danger had arrived.
The old man is not interested in talking to him.
There was a violent wind rising between the cliffs, whizzing back and forth, sealing the sky like a sharp blade.
The moss was blown off by the wind, and the smelly soil was flying all over the sky.
An unimaginable domineering aura descended over Bitan.
Don't talk about Jing Jiu, even the elders of the Qingshan Breaching Sea Realm can't resist this breath.
In the Suppression Prison, no one can defeat this old man.
When Bu Lao Lin wanted to assassinate Lu Guogong, Lu Guogong said that no one in Taichang Temple could kill him. In fact, it was the same.
When the mind moves, the world moves greatly.
Who can escape to the outside world?
The turquoise pool water with the remains of the great demon headed towards Jing Jiu like a torrential rain and hail.
The sword light flashed.
In the sky full of green rain, Jing Jiu turned into a sword of light and wandered high, evading the astonishing attack, and at the same time trying to find the weakness in the domineering aura.
The old man stood by the edge of the cliff, looking at the figure walking through the poisonous rain, his face blank.
Being able to conceal his perception and enter the bottom of the Demon Suppression Prison is naturally not an ordinary person.
There is a soft swish.
Jing Jiu raised his sword towards the sky, broke through the poisonous rain, and flew towards the cliff.
Looking at this scene, the old man feels slightly different.
This way of controlling the sword was common in ancient times, but now few people use it.
More importantly, Jing Jiu's realm is even weaker than he had previously noticed. Then how does he know the greatest secret of the Demon Suppression Prison, and dare to come personally?
The old man doesn't want to think about it anymore.
No one thinks about what the ants are thinking.
So weak, then just eat it.
The old man stretched out his right hand and grabbed it into the night sky.
An invisible force emerged from the dark world, coming from all directions, like a net falling in front of a cliff, and then gathered.
Flying Jing Jiu suddenly stopped in the air, still maintaining the posture of raising his sword to the sky.
The invisible force acted on his body, causing his clothes to deform slightly. There was a crunching sound in his body, and the bones seemed to be broken at any time.
The power came from all directions, so the pool water on his body did not fall like rain. The deeper he penetrated his clothes, large or small holes were eroded.
His slightly wet head is drooping, his clothes are tattered, and his posture is ridiculous. No matter how you look at it, he is very embarrassed and pitiful in the picture.
The old man stood by the cliff and looked at Jing Jiu quietly.
The difference in realm is like the two people of heaven and earth, at least equal in height.
The same is true of tolerance.
Jing Jiu is very calm, without any fear in his eyes.
The old man was a little surprised and asked: "Are you the ghost?"
Jing Jiu said, "Are you that dragon?"
"Knowing the identity of the old man, without any fear, it seems that there is a source."
The old man said with a blank face: I will let you be eaten in the best state to show respect for your teacher. "
Jing Jiu knew that this was the price for letting the other party stay in Chaoge City.
The price is...after the death of the prisoners in the Demon Suppression Prison, they will become food for the elderly.
The true essence and aura of those who are strong in the evil way and the demon of the underworld will be digested and transformed into the purest energy by the elders, so as to increase the longevity of life.
When Liu Shisui's breath clashes in his body, Jing Jiu once thought of this.
Except for the Canglong of the Zhongzhou School, only the corpse dog can directly transform the most filthy and complex magical aura into the purest Taoist profound energy.
Yes, this old man in the Demon Suppressing Prison is the Canglong, the mountain beast of the Zhongzhou School, or the soul of the Canglong.
Jing Jiu said: "According to the original agreement, you can only eat the dead."
The old man was a little surprised that he knew such a long time ago and said: "When I eat you, you will die naturally."
Jing Jiu thought about the face full of grief and resentment in the pool before, and said, "It turns out that you have been violating the agreement all the time."
The old man said: "Of course the living is better than the dead."
Jing Jiu said: "Are you not afraid that Zhongzhou will send the door rules to punish you?"
"No one can leave the Demon Suppression Prison alive. This is the rule set by the ancestor Bai, so who knows whether I am eating a living or a dead person?"
The old man laughed, then opened his mouth.
His mouth is huge, bigger than his own body, and it looks like a snake preparing to eat.
That invisible force grabbed Jing Jiu and sent it to the cliff.
The old man's mouth is dripping with saliva, the fishy smell is unpleasant, and the blood basin is full of protruding sarcomas, and the lines on the sarcomas are like human brains.
What's more terrifying is that there are four sharp fangs born from the flesh and blood, which are dragon teeth.
Looking at these pictures, Jing Jiu's expression remained unchanged, and asked: "Don't you want to know why I am here?"
A sarcoma in the old man's mouth suddenly cracked and turned into a mouth, making a very ugly sound, full of contempt and mockery.
"You want to say that I don’t ask, because I will directly use soul search to **** your memory fragments. The extreme pain and the fear that follow will make your vitality very strong, I As I said, you should of course be eaten by me in the best condition, so that you can make the best use of it. In the future, if your Green Mountain Sect master knows about this, you should thank me."
Soul searching is difficult to obtain a complete memory of life, but the practitioners who suffer from searching souls will experience the most painful mental torture.
The old man didn't want to listen to Jing Jiu at all, so he had to use the soul search technique directly, either because he wanted to torture him, or because he had already guessed the origin of Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu’s lower body has entered the old man’s mouth, and his extremely sharp fangs are aimed at his waist, but his expression is still calm, and he said, “That’s it, all the pain you intend to do on Qingshan disciple , Will be given back to you."
That is the hardest dragon tooth in the world, even the fairy-level magic weapon can penetrate it.
Even if this pair of dragon teeth is not the main body, no ascetic can bear it with his body.
A cruel and playful look appeared in the old man's eyes, and he bit down.
There was a loud bang.
The wind whistling in front of the cliff, lightning and thunder.
The loud noise came from the intertwining of dragon teeth and dragon teeth.
A stern cry followed.
The old man covered his mouth, blood flowing from his fingers.
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He looked in front of him.
Jing Jiu has disappeared.
The old man was frightened and furious, his consciousness swept away, and found that the other party had been several miles away, he shouted sharply: "You never want to run away!"
Jing Jiu looked back at him and said, "This is just the beginning."
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