Chapter 177
"The current [Samadhi True Fire] level: lv9!"
"Ding~~[Samadhi True Fire] has reached the full level!"
"[Samadhi True Fire lv9]: Can burn all curses and spells! The upper limit of the burning objects has been increased from 1,000,000 ghosts and gods' power at lv1 to 9,000,000,000 ghosts and gods' power at lv9!"
"As long as the host has a sufficient strength base, the full level [Samadhi True Fire] can burn an existence with 90 million ghosts and gods!"
Jiang Yan's balls ached.
This horse riding... is indeed a bit similar to [Ju Ling Qian Jiang].
The upper limit of the skill is very high, but my basic cultivation level can't keep up, so I can't give him the most awesome power.
"Try it!" Jiang Yan shouted coldly.
He invested more than 50% of his Yuan Qi into the full level [Samadhi True Fire].
The true fire of Samadhi, which was gradually suppressed by the curse, gradually changed.
From the green and white color at the beginning, it slowly changes to the pitch black color.
Black flame!
Mysterious and domineering! Burn everything!
The malaise was swept away.
Suddenly, like adding fuel to a fire, black flames soared ten feet!
It directly filled the entire sky above the prison.
Yan Qingtong looked up in shock.
What caught his eyes was a raging black fire that seemed capable of destroying the world, all the way to the back of the old lady's head.
The old lady's originally violent expression turned back to a calm and silent expression.
Looking at Jiang Yan next to him, his eyes were fixed, as if he was confronting something.
"Come on!"
Yan Qingtong was afraid of disturbing Jiang Yan, so he clenched his jade hand and nervously cheered Jiang Yan up.
Jiang Yan didn't want to be in such a stalemate with him.
Bet all 80% of Yuan Qi into it.
Soon.
There was a faint roar and howl of a little boy in the sky.
This curse finally broke.
[Yin Fu Jing] and [Tai Shang Dao Body] quickly exerted their effects.
He quickly replied to Jiang Yan's empty Yuan Qi.
Less than five minutes.
He's close to his prime.
"I didn't expect that the [Yin Fu Jing] would be so effective." Jiang Yan couldn't help but say.
This kind of recovery speed cannot be achieved even in the cave god realm.
Cursed destruction.
Jiang Yan pointed his finger.
The shackles that locked Li Daxiao collapsed in an instant.
Li Daxiao could no longer control his emotions, his body was trembling, and he hugged the old lady in shroud tightly.
He didn't mind the blood on her body or the ferocious grimace at the moment.
"Mother...mother..."
"Let's go home."
"Let your son honor you!"
The old lady's obsession finally gained the upper hand.
All the anger and resentment disappeared.
She raised her hand, tremblingly, and touched Li Daxiao's head.
A kind smile appeared on the old face: "If you are well, my mother will be happy."
"Son, mother is leaving."
"You need to find a good wife and live peacefully in the future."
"Whenever you give birth to a fat boy, remember to tell your mother."
Li Daxiao watched helplessly as the old lady dissipated little by little in the wind.
Only the full attachment and love and obsession for his son were left behind, which were included in the pile of blood money.
"Keep this money." Jiang Yan comforted softly, "The old lady's faith will stay with you for a lifetime."
Li Daxiao burst into tears.
Nodding heavily.
Suddenly he grabbed the pen on the table and wrote his name on the guarantee letter.
He no longer wanted to take revenge on some scumbag.
Li Daxiao just wants to leave here as soon as possible, and then follow his mother's words, be a good person, and live a peaceful life.
The moment he finished signing.
Jiang Yan heard the system's beep.
"Ding~~ Congratulations to the host, you have completed mission one!"
"The reward [Five Hundred Years of Cultivation] has been distributed to the system space and can be withdrawn at any time!!"
"The reward [Cultivation Doubling Card] has been distributed to the system space and can be withdrawn at any time!!"
"The reward [Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts!] has been distributed to the system space and can be withdrawn at any time!!"
"The reward [Yuanxi Dao Boots*1] has been distributed to the system space and can be withdrawn at any time!!"
Just when Jiang Yan thought the harvest was over.
The system's second prompt sounded immediately after.
"Congratulations to the host for sending off the old lady with the most perfect ending, influencing the four-star ghost king, Li Daxiao, and many prisoners in the prison, and gaining 150,000 merit points!"
"Currently remaining merit value: 23w!"
Jiang Yan was stunned.
He glanced around.
Sure enough, the female prisoners, who had been making a lot of noise just now and were full of swear words, were exceptionally quiet at this moment.
Everyone's eyes were blank, as if they were reminiscing about something.
It took a long time before someone sobbed: "Mom... I miss you so much..."
Like a spark igniting a prairie fire.
In an instant, all the female prisoners in the prison were repenting and crying.
"Mom, are you sad to see me like this in heaven..."
"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm worthless, but at your age, you still have to be ridiculed for having a daughter in jail."
…
There were cries and sobs.
The entire prison fell into a state of introspection and remorse.
Even Yan Qingtong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes without leaving a trace.
"Brother Jiang." She suddenly raised her face and said seriously, "I suddenly understand what is the biggest difference from those in your special team."
Jiang Yan asked curiously: "What?"
Yan Qingtong looked straight into Jiang Yan's eyes, her beautiful eyes full of admiration: "The special task force is only responsible for killing evil spirits, and never pursues them. Behind each painful ghost disaster, there are so many people's tears."
"Only you are willing to follow the thread and make more efforts to redeem the living and the ghosts in resentment."
Pah~
Jiang Yan knocked her head gently.
"You think too much." Jiang Yan laughed, "I'm just lazy and don't want to fight a four-star ghost king."
"And..." A sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, "It's not over yet."
"There is another ghost behind the old lady's death. That one is the real trouble."
As soon as the voice fell.