Martial God of Myriad Realms Chapter 55: Peerless prison

　　 I don't know how many days have passed, Yang Zhong suddenly frowned, and finally rushed away the last blocked acupuncture point.

　　 "Great!" Yang Zhong looked at his hands, and finally recovered to the strength of the Seven-Star Peak Martial Artist.

　　 He looked at the prison door, and the steel lock of the iron door was almost like broken copper and rotten iron in front of Yang Zhong's thirteen cattle power.

　　 "Old man, I have recovered my skills, I will take you out." Yang Zhong looked back at his old man, and the smile on his face gradually cooled.

　　 "You are the ordinary falling leaves swordsmanship. I have mastered it when I was seven years old. I don't know what to write over and over again." Yang Zhong smashed his mouth. After he recovered his skills, he also had leisure and teasing his old man .

　　 "How much power did you recover?" The old man looked back at him with a face.

　　 Yang Zhong smiled, "Thirteen cows, it's enough to break this prison door."

　　"What, thirteen cows..." The old man showed incredible eyes, and Yang Zhong thought that the other party was shocked by his own strength.

　　 "Ashamed and ashamed!" Yang Zhong still wanted to be humble, but he didn't expect that the other party immediately gave Yang Zhong a heavy blow.

　　 "It's too low..." The old man added again, "Which one is locked in this prison is not a cultivation base of King Martial or higher. If the 13th cow can go out, everyone will go out early, huh!" The old man snorted coldly, and looked away.

　　Yang Zhong blinked, "No, they are all Martial Kings..."

　　 "Old man, you tease me, hehe, if it is King Wu, how can these prisons be closed to them." Yang Zhong shook his head, naturally Yang Zhong didn't believe this, and he wasn't a three-year-old kid. .

　　 "Boys, show him his hands." The old man shouted loudly like a bell.

　　 I saw dozens of people in the cell all becoming active, all gearing up to gain power.

　　 "嚓!"

　　 "Flap! Pop!"

　　……

　　 Someone punched a hole in the wall. Someone broke the cell door with their hands. The aura exuding from somebody felt a little scary even for Yang Zhong.

　　 These people are just the cultivation base of King Wu, and they are no less inferior to the masters of Hanyuemen!

　　 "See it." The old man waved his hand and looked at Yang Zhong sympathetically, "You are still young, and many things are not what you think."

　　Yang Zhong stood there blankly. The actions of these prisoners really surprised him too much. This is understandable, why these people were not interested in seeing him doing the exercises. It turned out that they were hidden. The master.

　　 But another question arises at the same time. Since these people are so powerful, why are they still locked up here, and the people who hold them should be stronger, then who would it be?

　　Since the jail door can go in and out naturally, why do these people still want to stay here? Yang Zhong discovered at this time that the only one who hadn’t seen the guards these days was that an aunt in shackles often came in to give something to eat and drink. Leave without saying anything.

　　 The smell in the cell is very pungent, maybe the aunt can't bear the smell.

　　 One by one mystery surrounds Yang Zhong's head, without the slightest clue, but when he looks at the old man, he wants to understand that the answer to these questions lies with him.

　　 "Old man, who are you on earth?" Yang Zhong asked seriously.

　　 "Didn't I tell you, I'm a freelancer." The old man is still doing his own way, depicting his set of falling leaves swordsmanship on the wall, feeling particularly naive about Yang Zhong's question.

　　 "Then, can I boldly assume that the people here are all of you Xiaoyao faction." Yang Zhong tentatively said, but he didn't expect to immediately cause the old man's reaction.

　　 The old man's right hand holding the stone suddenly stopped moving, and he turned his head blankly to look at Yang Zhong, his eyes seemed to have countless secrets to share with him.

　　 "I guessed it right?" Yang Zhong was overjoyed, seeing the old man's reaction, he knew right away that he probably guessed it right.

　　 It seems that the backbone of the Xiaoyao faction has been locked up in this prison. I don’t know who has such a great ability to destroy the Xiaoyao faction in one fell swoop.

　　 If according to the old man, it is Liu Kunyuan, the head of the Hanyue Sect, then it has been seventy years, how could this be possible!

　　 "Young man, you are a smart man, and you should not be trapped in this peerless prison. It's a pity that no one can leave here." The old man finally found out his conscience and looked at Yang Zhong. , It seems that there are a lot of things to say, but he still shook his head and looked like suffering.

　　"Peerless Prison..." Yang Zhong was taken aback by the name of this cell. With such a weird name, could it really be impossible for him to succeed!

　　 Thinking of this, Yang Zhong felt that his hope of leaving was slim. He looked at the iron door of the cell. If the Mingyue Sword was still by his side, he would have used Mingyue to break out.

　　 Only that Fan Jian took the opportunity to steal Mingyue, and Yang Zhong could only open the door with his bare hands.

　　"Baquan!" Yang Zhong screamed, and blasted his fist toward the prison door.

　　 The iron door broke at the sound, and then Yang Zhong ran out of the prison door along the passage, and ran back in less than a minute.

　　 "Old man, this..." Yang Zhong already understood why these people could enter the prison freely, but no one left.

　　 It turned out that when he opened the door of the prison, he almost fell directly from a height of 10,000 meters, because the prison was built on a solitary mountain, there was no road around, and there was no depth below. No wonder the abyss at the bottom is called a peerless prison.

　　 "Young man, if you come, you will be at ease. You can sleep at ease. Every day someone will come to deliver food." The old man patted Yang Zhong on the shoulder and could only comfort him like this.

　　"Since there is an abyss all around~IndoMTL.com~How did the aunt who delivered the food come in?" Yang Zhong looked at the old man in confusion.

　　 "That's the teleportation array set up by the craftsman, and only certain people can get in and out." The old man saw Yang Zhong not giving up, and couldn't help shook his head.

　　 "I can't get out if I don't believe it!" Yang Zhong bit and rushed out again to observe the terrain.

　　 "咻~咻~" A gust of wind blew into the prison, which disturbed many people's dreams.

　　 "Close the door, close it!"

　　 "If you don't close it again, I will beat you."

　　 "Little guy, be more obedient, brother told you to close it."

　　……

　　 Yang looked back at the group of people. Maybe when he was detained, he was a high-spirited young man. Now they have all become bad old men. Besides, there is no basic living conditions here.

　　 Yang Zhongke, regardless of the life or death of these people, stretched out his head again to check, he must find a way to leave.

　　 Because the height is too high, the cliff is too steep and smooth, even if King Wu falls, he will definitely die.

　　 Suddenly someone grabbed Yang Zhong's shoulder from behind, without great strength.

　　 Yang Zhong was in a very bad mood at this time. Who the **** dared to provoke him, he immediately tried to restrain the opponent with a counter-attack. Unexpectedly, the opponent's speed was faster, and he untied by taking advantage of the situation.

　　Yang Zhong saw clearly that it was the old man who kept depicting the sword technique of Fallen Leaves with him.

　　 "What are you doing here?" Yang Zhong asked in an angry voice, and then observed again, he didn't believe that he could not find a way to leave!