Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 358

"Master Ji, please."

Tongguan is now Xiaoqi, wearing a blue bullfighting suit and carrying a waist knife.

Although this kid is young, he often follows Ji Yuan by his side.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he also had a bit of fierce momentum.

"Have you broken your confidence?"

Ji Yuan raised his eyelids and glanced at Tong Guan who was walking in front.

The sharp eyes flickered twice, as if he could see through the fire, seeing the opponent's muscles, bones and membranes thoroughly.

"My lord is really astute, and this little one got a Leopard Fetal Tendon Pill from Li Xiaoqi,

After several days of polishing the energy and blood, he finally made the inside and outside complete, and stepped into the realm of convincing. "

Tong Guan turned around respectfully and answered truthfully.

"Among the small flags of Fusi in Beizhen, you are considered to be progressive.

Most of them went to kilns and restaurants after they were paid salaries. "

Ji Yuan nodded, with approval in his eyes:
"You usually practice diligently, and you also know how to use money in the right way and devote it to martial arts.

How about this, later you will take my badge and go to the arsenal to get a book of superior martial arts,
Take another three bottles of marching pills and take them daily to consolidate the foundation.

If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask more. "

When Tong Guan heard the words, his heart shook heavily, as if he couldn't believe it.

Afterwards, he couldn't hide his surprise, and immediately clasped his fists and said:

"Thank you for your cultivation, my lord! Your subordinates will never forget the kindness of reward!"

Ji Yuan waved his hand, motioning to continue leading the way.

His actions were not intentional to win over people's hearts.

I just want to help my subordinates who are ambitious and want to make progress.

Practicing martial arts, these four words are easy to say.

It is not easy to persevere for many years.

Especially those with mediocre talents, even if they don't stop day and night, they exercise their muscles and bones and stretch their membranes.

It may not be possible to make much progress by struggling with the inside and outside of oneself.

In the end, I was discouraged and naturally gave up.

Choose to seek a moment of joy and indulgence, and indulge in wine and sex.

"Tong Guan and Li Yan both have fortitude and fortitude in martial arts. As for Pei Silang, his talent is not in it. He is good at making friends and has a wide network of contacts..."

The few subordinates selected by Ji Yuan are also considered to be of the highest quality, and each has its own merits.

According to the division of the lecture hall, it should be said that it is above the mortal bones and not full of talents.

It is also enough for running errands.

"Meet Ji Qianhu..."

With Ji Yuan's hands behind his hands, the big red python clothes are extremely eye-catching.

Wherever they passed, the general flag retreated and bowed, and hundreds of households bowed their heads and cupped their hands.

All are respectful and cautious.

This made Tong Guan, who was leading the way, feel a surge of excitement.

A man who doesn't want to gain power, manage life and death, and stand above ten thousand people!
Master Ji has not yet reached the crown, but he has already paid homage to thousands of households, breaking through the three heavens of blood exchange.

Many Tiqi and small flags in Beizhen Fusi respected and feared this, shocked and envious.

Especially those who don't have a good background and family background, they even regard him as a model together with Zong Pingnan.

Invisibly, it allowed Ji Yuan to accumulate considerable prestige and momentum.

"Master Ji, the prison has arrived."

Tong Guan turned sideways and stopped at the gate of Fusi's prison in Beizhen.

"Is this the rumored 'prison' that people would rather die than enter?"

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows, and looked up at the Zhanggao gate made of fine steel.

There are three fences tightly surrounding it, and there are still heavy gates that have not fallen.

Armored warriors in solid armor, densely packed arrow stacks, and a few crossbows that are powerful enough to shoot and kill triple heaven warriors.

Changed to other places, it is completely worthy of the evaluation of being heavily defended and difficult to break through.

But this is the imperial prison of Beizhen Fusi.

Many remnants of the Jianghu, corrupt officials, and rebels from the party were imprisoned.

It is said that there are still a few leftist demons at the level of masters. Because they are useful to the court, they have not been enacted and punished, and they have been suppressed here for more than ten years.

"Who can be trapped by these broken dragon gates and fine iron fences?

Now that I have changed blood to the third level, I think that there is no problem breaking through the level.

Switching to the fourth heaven, a martial artist who has been refined into a high-level true martial artist, I am afraid that he can get in and out a few times!
Presumably, these are all blindfolds.

The real powerful means lie within the cave. "

Ji Yuan turned his mind, passed through the heavy gate, walked to the end of the narrow passage, and took out the Qianhu badge hanging on his waist.

This thing is slightly cold to the touch, as if it was made of gold and iron, it stimulates the blood, like a gurgling stream pouring into it.

There was a slight trembling sound of "嗡", and the surface of the waist card glowed with a layer of clear light.

Suddenly shot out an illusory smoke, as if a Taoist priest drew a talisman in the sky, outlining a mysterious trajectory.

Just like entering the Dragon Cave in Huangliang County before, when the "key" is twisted, the deep void seems to open the door.

"You wait here."

Ji Yuan took a step forward, as if crossing two worlds, from the yang world to the underworld.

The infinite black color in front of my eyes is smeared, blinding the five senses and confusing the spirit.

Then, the scene changed drastically!
A damp, cold breath hits his face.

"This is... the imperial prison?"

Ji Yuan's eyes were fixed, and he saw the flames lit up continuously.

It was a torch stuck on the four walls, making a small "cracking" sound.

"A lord from a thousand households? Dare I ask, has there ever been a forbidden magic weapon and a warrant from the yamen?"

An old voice suddenly sounded, and a hunched figure emerged.

He has chicken skin and white hair, shriveled like a dead old tree.

And like a candle in the wind, it will go out at any moment.

But when Ji Yuan's eyes glanced over that decayed body, he felt a terrifying wave of energy and blood.

It seems that the vast ocean is hidden under the body, enough to shake the mountains and flatten the dangerous peaks!

"The Great Perfection of the Four Heavens... is very close to the Grandmaster! This level alone is enough to stop most people who want to rob prisons!"

Ji Yuan's eyes shrank, and he cupped his hands and replied:
"Here is the magic weapon, and here is the warrant, please have a look."

With a flip of his right palm, Cheng Qianli's sealed warrant and a magical instrument in the shape of a round pestle for pounding medicine appeared.

A casual glance at the old man's figure made his judgment clear.

The bone-piercing coldness that had made people shiver in the back suddenly dissipated.

With a slow tone, he said word by word:

"Baishang Daoist is locked up on the third floor of the edict prison, cell No. [-], Jiazi, and Qianhu can pick it up by himself."

Following the voice, the elderly figure gradually walked out of the dark corner, wearing a coarse linen robe with a large word "prison" on his chest.

"I didn't expect Beizhen Fusi to have such a person... a half-step master who is a top master, willing to stay in the imperial prison and be a prison leader..."

Ji Yuan thought in his heart, but he didn't have the intention of exploring, and said softly:
"It's the first time Ji has come back to the imperial prison. May I ask if there is anything I should pay attention to?"

The old man bowed his back, his throat seemed to contain thick phlegm, and he spoke vaguely:

"The Imperial Prison is divided into nine floors, the upper three floors are for those corrupt officials who have committed serious crimes.

They are more or less valuable, so they are locked up here, living their lives, and are not allowed to see the sun all year round.

In the middle and third floors, most of them are heretical demons, and some are minions of the Four Gods, whose minds are infected and cannot be cured.

They are bloodthirsty and lustful, and there are even some inhuman animals who eat human flesh and poison the village.

The reason why he didn't die was probably because there were secrets hidden in his body that hadn't been dug out, or there were other uses.

The lower three floors... the old man has never been there, only the governor of the Black Dragon Terrace can enter and exit.

Even the two commanders of Nan Ya and Bei Ya are not qualified. "

Black Dragon Terrace?
Lord?

It seems that the standard of the imperial edict is very high.

Go beyond your own guesses.

"Thank you for clarifying."

Ji Yuan's heart shuddered when he heard the words. According to this statement, the seventh, eighth, and ninth floors of the prison.

It is estimated that it is an important place to suppress the master demon and the great rebellious bandit.

"The old man's surname is 'Zhou', and his first name is 'Y'. Master Qianhu calls me 'Zhou Laotou'."

The old man took off an ancient bronze lamp and fiddled with the wick lightly.

After shaking it a few more times, the flame condensed into a beam, illuminating the deep void.

The lower layers of stone steps are slowly rolled out, leading to unknown places.

"This Fangdongtian is dilapidated, originally called the 'Mild Plow Sutra', and is very close to the Underworld.

Later, after a big battle, it became torn apart, and the inspiration had long since dissipated, leaving nothing at all.

Because every five days, the Nine Nether Cold Waves would erupt, and the more powerful the martial arts masters were, the more damage they would suffer.

So it was taken by Lord Ying, and nine areas were marked out by himself, which were used as imperial prisons to detain repeat offenders. "

Holding the ancient bronze lamp on his head, Zhou Lao explained the origin while walking down.

"Injustice..."

"Come here! I want to see the Minister of War..."

"Three generations of my family have made contributions to the imperial court and shed blood..."

As Ji Yuan went down the stairs, he heard many intermittent and chaotic voices.

"These are prisoners who have not been locked up for a long time. They haven't adapted to their situation. After two days of starvation, they won't have the energy to howl."

Zhou Laotou's tone was flat, as if it was commonplace.

"The Imperial Prison only delivers food once a day, and there is no great elixir to fill up the exhaustion of energy and blood. With a strong physique like you, Lord Qianhu, with sufficient energy, you can probably last two or three years.

Ordinary goods become sick in less than half a month, not to mention crying out for injustice, even moving your fingers is too tiring. "

The corner of Ji Yuan's mouth twitched, he didn't want to come to the imperial prison to experience the taste of it.

There is no distinction between the sun and the moon in this dilapidated cave, and it is shrouded in gloomy thick fog all year round.

A few days later, there was still a Jiuyou cold wave that eroded the muscles and bones and wiped out the blood.

Even if the Grandmaster of the Five Realms falls in, it feels difficult to withstand it.

No wonder those officials in the court and the remnants of the rivers and lakes.

Even the minions of the Four Gods who don't care about life and death, who harm the country and rebel against the party.

When they heard the word "imperial order", they were as afraid as a tiger and avoided it.

"Here we are, this is the three-tier imperial prison, the Jia word heaven prison."

Holding the ancient bronze lamp on his head, Zhou Lao said slowly:
"Your Excellency Qianhu is free to call me when you have something to do."

Ji Yuan nodded, took a torch from the wall, and walked towards Cell No. [-].

The light flickered on and off, and from time to time there was a dark wind blowing past.

It was like an invisible thing roaring in a low voice, trying to devour his own flesh and blood.

The deeper it went, the heavier the frost-like cold air surged in all directions like the touch of a snake.

It rolled like a living thing, and there were all kinds of weird sounds.

There was the sound of iron chains shaking, shouts for help from drowning, screams of throats being cut open, and many small and dense strange movements like crawling on the ground.

"A mere ghost, come here to play tricks on me!"

Ji Yuan sneered, he didn't need to mobilize his masculinity, he only called out the fierce god who suppressed fate.

The big red python cloak moves automatically in the absence of wind, swinging out circles of slender snake-like flames.

Chi Chi, Chi Chi Chi!

It seems that the fat is pressed on the hot iron plate!

Those wandering souls of yin qi accumulated over time suddenly rolled up like waves.

Accompanied by a long and sharp hiss, they melted continuously, turning into groups of tangible gray-white air currents.

Ji Yuan's eyes were cold, and he simply invited the Riyou God to possess him.

Just open your mouth and inhale, and eat up those remnant souls.

It's like swallowing ice cubes in summer, and it feels refreshing.

"Fierce! It's too fierce!"

"Worse than a ghost, run!"

"Eating ghosts! People eat ghosts..."

In the Jiazi prison, those lingering ghosts scattered instantly, as if they were scared out of their wits.

They have always been the only ones who suck the essence of living people and share the flesh and blood of living people.

Have you ever seen a person in the world who swallows Yin Qi and eats Yin Soul?

"Are you a Taoist with a hundred losses?"

After tidying up the ghosts, Ji Yuan came to Cell No. [-]
It was no different from other prisons, nothing more than a huge cage made of fine iron as thick as an arm.

A thin figure in a ragged Taoist robe sat inside with handcuffs and shackles.

"That's me! Robe of thousands of households? Boa clothes? Looking so young, could it be that he got promoted by selling his ass?"

Daoist Baishang is worthy of being imprisoned in the third-tier prison, and he is much more energetic than the weak first-tier and second-tier prisoners.

He was originally a Qi trainer who practiced Taoism, so he was not much damaged by the Nine Nether Cold Wave.

In addition to walking in a side way, he barely absorbed some mixed Yin Qi, and his strength was preserved to eighty or nine points.

It was much better than other felons in prison who were worse than death.

"That's right, I appreciate your current rebellious appearance, keep it up."

Ji Yuan waved his sleeves, swept away the tightly closed cage, and strode inside.

"What are you going to do? Kid, don't rely on your status as Jing Chao's eagle dog to be arrogant, and drive Daoist into a hurry to swallow you alive!"

Daoist Baishang was also fierce and furious, and he stood up abruptly with the sound of "clinking" iron chains.

Those yellowish eyeballs exuded a strange and inhuman aura.

"Very good, there is still a bit of madness, this officer needs such a frenzied person who treats life like nothing!"

Not only was Ji Yuan not annoyed, but he nodded in satisfaction and said:
"Because of some reasons, I'm going to draw out your soul later, so you might as well tell me in advance if you have any last words.

By the way, the officer hopes that your emotions will become more intense,
It's best to have that kind of extreme resentment, the strong killing intent that wants to tear me apart...

If you can't do it, I can only do it myself. "

Daoist Baishang stared wide-eyed, staring blankly at this young Qianhu who seemed to be discussing in an amicable manner.

He didn't know whether it was because he had been imprisoned for too long, or the world outside was changing too fast.

Why is it that the court official of Beizhen Fusi is more like a person in the evil way than himself?

"Boy, come to the prison to shake off the prestige with the Taoist master, and tell you!
You picked the wrong place, and you picked the wrong person! "

Taoist Baishang smiled sadly, his yellowed eyes suddenly darkened, as if a candle had been extinguished.

Crash, clatter!

In the cage, a large group of Yin Qi rolled like waves, pressing from all directions.

In half a snap of the fingers, a pale palm the size of a millstone had already condensed.

Snap it!

Boom!
The air waves made a loud noise!
It's like being blown up abruptly!
Even a tough guy.

Being caught and pinched by this.

They will all be turned into meat paste!

"Xuanming faction, sixth-grade Taoism, Yin Concentrating God Claw! The foundation is too thin, and the power is not enough!"

With a flash of Ji Yuan's eyes, he instantly saw the origin of this move.

The energy and blood in his whole body was like a mighty river, which was released in an instant as his muscles and bones vibrated and swayed.

It's like a torrent rolling, turning into a stormy wave, penetrating the skin and bones.

Knead your five fingers together and strike horizontally with one punch!
hold head high!
Like a giant whale floating and sinking in the sky, wantonly swallowing the wind and clouds of the world!

The majestic momentum will suppress the ten directions!
Before the pale palm the size of a millstone touched Ji Yuan's body three feet away, it collapsed like melting snow in the sun!

"This is……"

Daoist Baishang's eyes were wide open, almost popping out his eyeballs.

Before there was any reaction, the terrifying punch had already fallen!

With a "bang", his whole body was tightly stuck to the wall like a hanging picture!
The sternum collapsed, the skin bag was broken, and only half a breath was left!
"Sixth grade Taoism, the level of appearance, is too weak."

Ji Yuan's voice was light, he restrained his fists, and walked up to Baishang Taoist.

He gently put on a pair of silver silk gloves, his two fingers were like swords, and cut open the opponent's chapped body like porcelain.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, what I need is,
Your resentment, your hatred, your unwillingness, and your pain, understand? "

(End of this chapter)