Chapter 325 The Pain of the Dragon Tooth
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Jing Jiu floated upwards from the bottom of Bitan, and saw some wreckage that was bubbling and gradually disappearing, and then saw a face.
To be precise, it is a face, with unwillingness, grief, and despair remaining on it.
A once rebellious and unruly master of the evil way ended up being just food for a certain divine beast when he was bored. This is of course an unacceptable humiliation and disillusionment.
That face dangled in the pool of water, then slowly disappeared.
Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to surface upwards, and came to the edge of the pool with the iron sword in his hand.
It has been three years since he lost this iron sword in the Bitan. Miraculously, it has not disappeared, but the rust on the surface has disappeared a lot, and the burn marks left by six years of burning in the snow field have been washed smoother by the pool water. This didn't make the iron sword exude the brilliance of a washed silver spear, but on the contrary looked even more ugly, like excrement.
Jing Jiu was not dissatisfied. He could persist in such corrosive and toxic pool water for three years without being melted, even the Immortal Rank Feijian was no more than that.
He used the sword fire to evaporate the highly poisonous pool water on his body, took out a new white dress and put it on, covered his face with the sword, then turned to look at the extremely high cliff.
The cliff was covered with wet moss, which looked like a moldy green ribbon.
The old man stood on the cliff looking down at him condescendingly, his messy hair was fluttering, his expression was indifferent, and the corners of his lips were stained with blood.
Jing Jiu had already guessed the other party's identity, and this was the only being who could walk freely in the Demon-Suppressing Prison, and the two protrusions in the other party's messy hair were also obvious.
He went in and out of Demon Town Prison and made very careful arrangements, the most important of which was not to disturb this person, but he failed in the end.
Who told the Zhongzhou faction? Did that person reveal his identity?
Just as he was thinking about these things, the danger had come.
The old man was not interested in talking to him.
There is a strong wind between the cliffs, howling and shuttling, sealing the sky like a sharp blade.
The moss was blown off by the wind, and the smelly mud was flying all over the sky.
An unimaginably domineering aura came over Bitan.
Not to mention Jing Jiu, even the elders of Qingshan Breaking the Sea Realm couldn't resist this aura.
In Demon Town Prison, no one can defeat this old man.
When Bu Laolin wanted to assassinate Lu Guogong, Lu Guogong said that no one could kill him in Taichang Temple, which is actually the same reason.
When the mind moves, the world moves violently.
Who can escape beyond heaven and earth?
The emerald green pool brought the remaining bones of the big monster, and hit Jing Jiu like a rainstorm with hail.
The sword light flickered.
In the green rainy sky, Jing Jiu turned into a sword light and swam around at high speed, dodging the astonishingly powerful attacks, while trying to find the weak point in the domineering aura.
The old man stood by the cliff, looking at the figure walking through the poisonous rain with a blank expression on his face.
To be able to hide from his perception and enter the bottom of the Demon Town Prison is naturally not an ordinary person.
There was a soft whoosh.
Jing Jiu raised his sword to the sky, broke through the poisonous rain, and flew towards the cliff.
Looking at this scene, the old man felt slightly different.
This way of controlling swords was common in ancient times, but few people use it now.
More importantly, Jing Jiu's state was weaker than he had realized before, so how did he know the biggest secret of the Demon Prison, and dare to come here in person?
The old man didn't want to think about it.
No one will think about what the ants are thinking.
If it's so weak, then just eat it up.
The old man stretched out his right hand and grasped 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.
The flying Jing Jiu suddenly stopped in the air, still maintaining the posture of raising his sword to the sky.
That invisible force acted on his body, causing his clothes to deform slightly, and there was a creaking sound in his body, as if his bones might break at any time.
That force came from all directions, so the pond water stained on his body didn't fall like rain, and penetrated deeper into his clothes, eroding round holes of various sizes.
His slightly wet hair was drooping, his clothes were torn, and his posture was ridiculous. No matter how you looked at him, he looked very miserable in the picture.
The old man stood by the cliff, looking at Jing Jiu quietly.
The two people whose realms are as different as heaven and earth are at least equal in height.
The same is true of temperament.
Jing Jiu was very calm, without any fear in his eyes.
The old man was slightly surprised and asked, "Are you that ghost?"
Jing Jiu said, "Are you that dragon?"
"Knowing the identity of the old man, and having no fear at all, it seems that there is a background."
The old man said with a blank face: I will let you be eaten in the best state, so as to show respect to your teacher. "
Jing Jiu knew that this was the price for letting the other party stay in Chaoge City.
This price is... After the death of the prisoners of the Demon Town Prison, they will become the food of the old man.
The true energy and aura of those strong evil spirits and monsters from the underworld will be digested and transformed into the purest energy by the old man, so as to prolong their lifespan.
When Liu Shisui's internal aura conflicted, Jing Jiu had thought about it.
Except for the Canglong of the Zhongzhou School, only the Corpse Dog can directly transform the most filthy and complicated demonic aura into the purest Taoist profound energy.
Yes, this old man in the Demon Suppressing Prison is the Canglong, the mountain-suppressing beast of the Zhongzhou School, or the soul of Canglong.
Jing Jiu said, "According to the original agreement, you can only eat dead people."
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 indignation in the pool earlier, and said, "So you have been violating the agreement all this time."
The old man said: "Of course the living are more delicious than the dead."
Jing Jiu said, "Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Zhongzhou sect?"
"No one can leave Devil Town Prison alive. This is the rule Mr. Bai set for me back then, so who can know whether I am eating a living person or a dead person?"
The old man laughed, then opened his mouth.
His mouth was huge, bigger than his own body, and he looked like a snake preparing to eat.
That invisible force grabbed Jing Jiu and sent him to the edge of the cliff.
The old man's mouth was dripping with saliva, and the stench was unpleasant. The bloody mouth was full of protruding sarcoma, and the lines on the sarcoid resembled the human brain.
What was even more frightening was that four sharp fangs grew out of the flesh and blood, they were dragon teeth.
Looking at these pictures, Jing Jiu's expression remained unchanged, and he asked, "Don't you want to know why I came here?"
A tumor in the old man's mouth suddenly split open and turned into a mouth, making an extremely ugly sound, full of contempt and mockery.
"If you want to say it, I don't ask, because I will directly use the soul search technique to snatch your memory fragments. The extreme pain and the fear that accompanies it will make your blood vigor extremely strong. As I said, of course a beautiful jade like you should be eaten by me in the best state. Only in this way can I make the best use of it. If your master of the Qingshan Sect knows about this in the future, he should thank me."
It is difficult to obtain a complete memory of life by soul searching, but practitioners who undergo soul searching will experience the most painful mental torture.
The old man didn't want to listen to Jing Jiu's words at all, so he directly used the soul search technique, just to torture him, or because he had already guessed Jing Jiu's origin.
Jing Jiu's lower body had already entered the old man's mouth, and his extremely sharp fangs were aimed at his waist, but his expression remained calm, and he said, "So, all the pain you intend to inflict on disciple Qingshan will be returned to you."
That is the hardest dragon tooth in the world, even an immortal magic weapon can penetrate it.
Even if this pair of dragon teeth is not the real body, no ascetic can bear it with his body.
There was a cruel and mocking look in the old man's eyes, and he bit it down.
There was a loud bang.
The wind howled in front of the cliff, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
The loud noise came from the intersection of dragon teeth and dragon teeth.
A shrill cry of pain followed.
The old man covered his mouth, and blood flowed from his fingers.
He was pale and shocked.
so hard!
He looked forward.
Jing Jiu had disappeared.
The old man was frightened and angry, he scanned his consciousness and found that the other party was several miles away, and shouted sharply: "You don't even want to escape!"
Jing Jiu looked back at him and said, "This is just the beginning."