Chapter 902: Thousand Swords Death Prison

Although the spirit energy of the five elements is there, it cannot be touched. The power of various laws is also divided and locked,

And the same is true even for fire-type spiritual methods.

Zong Shou's heart moved slightly again, and a white flame ignited in his hand. This is the Flame of Burning Air, burning unrestrainedly in his palm.

It feels that the flame power has increased by at least half of the normal time!

Zong Shou couldn't help thinking, in other words, only the Lu Family's Fen Kong's blood is here, which is not restricted.

After contemplating for a while, he still manifested all the seventy-nine stars and dao seeds in the void of the soul sea.

I saw that 60% of them were dull, 20% of them had slightly weak luster, 10% of them were normal, and the last 10% of starlight increased instead of diminishing.

Zong Shou tried again, displaying the power of fate, cause and effect, time, and life and death one by one.

In just a moment, Zong Shou relaxed again.

Although the law of the five elements is restricted, the restrictions on the true meaning of the several great ways he has mastered are much smaller.

The method of the beginning and the end is simply not subject to images.

The new mastery of the true meaning of the word 'source' made his true power and soul energy, even in this environment, still able to continue to prosper

This prison of death has greatly suppressed his strength, but on the other hand, it has also strengthened, and the effect is really limited.

The restrictions in this dead zone are indeed terrifying, but to him, there are obviously limitations.

"Like Your Majesty, you can master all kinds of original avenues, and you will never exceed ten fingers in 10,000 years. In our Lu family, it is even more unique. If it is really a person like Your Majesty, the Lu family will definitely not give up. Easily thrown into this dead zone."

Lu Wubing shook his head and sneered coldly: "Sichen's parents have arrived here. At least 70% of their strength has gone. However, the purity of Fenkong's blood is only half. It is almost slaughtered—"

Zong Shou was silent, although his words were plain, he couldn't hear any resentment.

But at this time Lu Wubing's mood, he can also meet.

Don't ask anymore. A hand sticks out. Tap with your finger, try to disturb the space-time barrier here,

In just a moment, Zong Shou's expression darkened.

This formation of death prison, it seems that it is really inside but not outside.

Not only is the strength limited, but countless heavy talisman formations surround it. I can even feel the barriers of time and space, which are so strong that they cannot be added.

Even if you go all out and spare no effort, most of the results will be fruitless.

Zong Shou felt cold in his heart, Lu Wubing and his 'master' really had nothing to say.

The spiritual prohibition in this prison of death is indeed extremely difficult. Even with all his strength. There is no limit at all, and the result will not change.

Unless one has the strength above the holy realm, or has a strong man like Lin Xuanshuang to support him, there is almost a possibility of escaping from death.

or -

Bai Yan, who was beating violently in Zong Shou's hand, suddenly became calm. But the surrounding time and space, and even the laws, are collapsing.

— One floor, two floors. On the third floor, when the seventh layer of space-time barriers and taboos outside the boundary collapsed.

The power of the Fenkong flame was blocked, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

Zong Shou shook his head slightly, shook his right hand, and extinguished the blazing flame.

This Fenkong bloodline really has a miraculous effect on the restraining power here.

When he activated the Burning Sky Flame with all his strength, he clearly felt that it required him to use all his strength. A barrier of time and space that can only be broken with a full blow. It is so fragile that it can be put on paper, and it is restrained faintly.

It's just outside the seventh floor. There are at least four or more layers of barriers, the layers upon layers, the more stringent formation restrictions, and the spark dust formation——

According to Lu Wubing, the highest level of Fen Kong's blood can freely enter and exit this prison of death.

Among the Lu family, it is another form of punishment. Not restricted by family rules, but lawless.

But like his Zongshou, in Fen Konglu's family, he can already be regarded as a pure blood of the first line, and his ranking is extremely high. Not long ago, he even experienced the baptism of the Burning Marrow Blood Spirit Curse.

However, even for him, there is still a gap of four floors from breaking out of prison——

This path seems to be impossible.

It's really hard to imagine how tyrannical the Fenkong bloodline in its full form would be.

Lu Wubing also seemed to know what he was thinking, and calmly said: "It is said that the blood of Fenkong is purified to the extreme. Can it have the power to destroy the world, and everything will disappear when you look at it? The flames of Fenkong will also have it." Changes. But the specific situation is unknown without illness. There is no record in the clan, and it is said that since ancient times, there are only a dozen or so. Either they achieved the ultimate state, or they died in the ultimate state calamity."

Zong Shou listened quietly, but didn't take these words to heart.

Continue to wrap Lu Wubing, and move around in these three layers of death prison.

The Jiujue Death Prison is connected by passages, but the location is also uncertain. Even asking Lu Wubing was useless, so most of Zongshou's attention was on searching for the entrance leading to the fourth floor.

But he was secretly surprised that in this world, the vegetation is rich and beautiful, except that there are no animals and the green mist is pervasive. In fact, there is not much difference from the ordinary world.

Zong Shou has moved more than a dozen times, and his spiritual sense has searched for at least a hundred kinds of spiritual fruits, all of which are extremely rare in the outside world, and they are extremely rich in spiritual energy.

Even if it can't be called a fairyland or a paradise, it has nothing to do with the word death.

Just thinking about it, Zong Shou's face twitched slightly. The body was fixed in place, the teeth were clenched, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of the lips.

He was convulsing violently all over his body at this moment, as if cut by thousands of knives.

It's not comparable to when the power of the blood spirit erupted, but it can be compared to when he transformed the dual veins.

It happened again very suddenly, without any warning, and it was caught off guard.

If it's just that, it's fine, but it's the latent blood spirit's spell power, which is inexplicably triggered at this moment.

In the body, it seems that a valve has been opened. The whole body burned like a flame, which multiplied the pain a hundred times.

Fortunately, the pain only lasted for about half a moment before it gradually dissipated.

The magic power of the Burning Marrow Blood Spirit was also suppressed by him again.

Zong Shou's tightly clenched hand was released, and his eyes were fixed. If it wasn't for this sudden change, he would have almost forgotten it.

The Marrow Burning Blood Spirit Curse was far from over, it was only temporarily suppressed after advancing to the God Realm.

It's just this pain, where does it come from? There is nothing abnormal in his body at this time.

Could it be——

Turning around, I saw Lu Wushuang, who also had a pale complexion, but his eyes were filled with a kind of usual indifference.

"The third floor of this death prison is also called Qiandao Death Prison. Every hour, people in this prison will experience this kind of pain, just like Qiandao Lingchi, and it has this name—"

Zong Shou couldn't concentrate on listening to the words that followed. At this time, I only felt that my eyes were being scorched by a raging fire, and my heart was stinging.