Under the dim light emitted by the spirit light stones, the long tunnel seemed even darker and darker.
The cells on both sides of the tunnel only had small flat windows. The inside of the window was also pitch-black. There was not a single ray of light, nor any sound.
Two jailers in black brought Gao Zhengyang all the way to the cell at the end of the tunnel. One of the jailers took out a purple copper key and inserted it into the keyhole of the black metal door.
A magical light flashed and projected an Eight Trigrams pattern on the black metal door. The other jailer pressed his hand on it, and the Eight Trigrams pattern suddenly stopped.
With a muffled bang, the cell door opened on its own.
"This door is actually an artifact" Gao Zhengyang also felt like his horizons had been broadened. The Prison of the Eighteen Peaks really lived up to its name, it was indeed heavily guarded.
The cell door opened wide, and a foul stench rushed out from inside. This was because the space had been sealed for too long, and the inside was too dark and damp, so a lot of foul stench had naturally accumulated.
Gao Zhengyang immediately sealed his breathing. Although this foul stench wasn't poisonous, it wasn't a good thing to breathe it for a long time.
With his current physique tempering cultivation, he could absorb Yuan Qi through his skin and filter out all harmful impurities, leaving only the purest essence of Yuan Qi. It would naturally circulate within his body without any external help. If he wanted to, he could even stop breathing through his nose and mouth.
Diamond Body was the world's number one physique tempering mystic art, just these minute details alone were already a hundred times better than other physique tempering arts.
The two jailers noticed that Gao Zhengyang had stopped breathing. One of them, a thin and tall jailer, shouted: "You're already here, don't hold back!"
Gao Zhengyang ignored him and walked into the cell.
With a loud bang, the cell door slammed shut behind him. The loud noise reverberated in the sealed cell.
The tall jailer outside cursed: "Fuck, I don't like this monk no matter how I look at him."
The other jailer consoled him: "He's someone the higher-ups have ordered, nothing can happen to him. Why bother with him? "
The tall jailer said with dissatisfaction: "The higher-ups also said to make him suffer a bit, as long as he doesn't die or become crippled."
Saying so, his eyes lit up. "Those two old farts from Xisan love torturing people, they're very powerful. Transfer them over as well. "
"You're talking about the Xichuan Twin Demons, right?" The other jailer seemed to be in a difficult position. "Why bother? This monk was very famous, so it probably wouldn't take long for him to leave. Why offend him? "
"You don't understand …" The tall jailer said proudly, "The higher-ups ordered us to subdue him as soon as possible. If that monk had given in earlier, it would have been our credit. "
A sinister look appeared on the tall jailer's face. "It has nothing to do with us even if the monk is famous. We'll only be useful if the higher-ups appreciate us. "
As he spoke, he waved his hand and said impatiently, "Even if you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will fight for it."
"Alright, I'll listen to you." The short jailer didn't have any other ideas. After some consideration, he immediately agreed.
The Prison of the Eighteen Peaks was a system of its own, and it was very difficult for them to stand out as prison guards. They could only wait to be promoted step by step. Because of this, these prison guards didn't care about the prisoner's previous identity, and they were especially vicious when they attacked.
The two jailers walked further and further away, and their voices became softer and softer. Very soon, Gao Zhengyang couldn't hear any more sounds.
"They really want to play tricks …" In the dark cell, Gao Zhengyang smiled faintly.
The two jailers definitely didn't expect him to be able to hear their conversation through the door even though he was shackled with Elemental Restriction Cuffs.
"Your smile is a little creepy …" A voice came from the innermost corner of the cell. The cold voice carried with it an eerie ghostly aura.
Gao Zhengyang's gaze turned and landed on the person who spoke. This person was dressed in tattered clothes and had a head full of messy hair. He stood close to the corner of the wall and looked at Gao Zhengyang with a mysterious and sinister gaze.
"You can see me?" The person's eyes met with Gao Zhengyang's, and he couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise.
He stood close to the corner of the wall, a special technique of the Ghostly Shadow Movement Technique. It allowed him to completely conceal himself in the darkness.
There were many restrictions in the Prison of the Eighteen Peaks, and only those who wore special artifacts could sense Qi. Even a Heaven Ranked expert would find him in the darkness if he lost his Qi. He didn't expect that the new monk would be able to find him at a glance.
"Newcomer, what's your name?" The person asked gloomily.
"This monk is Gao Zhengyang." Gao Zhengyang said, "How should I address you, benefactor?"
"I've been locked up here for more than a hundred years, and I've long forgotten my name. Everyone calls me Ghostly Shadow. "
The person couldn't see through Gao Zhengyang's strength, so he didn't dare to act rashly. After hesitating for a while, he told him his nickname.
"Oh." Gao Zhengyang wasn't interested in continuing the conversation. He walked to the stone bed by the wall and sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes to meditate.
The stone bed was cut from a single boulder, and it was thick and solid. It was unknown how many people had lived on it, but the surface had long been polished to a glossy shine, like the enamel on porcelain.
Although it wasn't comfortable, it was still considered clean.
Gao Zhengyang closed his eyes to meditate, while Ghostly Shadow stood in the corner and stared coldly at him.
The Prison of the Eighteen Peaks was heavily guarded, and there were a total of eighteen floors. The top floor was guarded by a hundred thousand soldiers, and they had set up the Heavenly Net Formation. Even if they were lucky enough to rush out of this level, they would not have the chance to escape.
In the past ten thousand years, no one had managed to escape from the Prison of the Eighteen Peaks. Ninety percent of the prisoners here died from internal strife. Another ten percent were tortured to death by the prison guards.
When Phantom said that he had stayed here for over a hundred years, he was just bragging to scare Gao Zhengyang. However, he had indeed stayed here for several decades, and his sharpness had long since been worn away.
There was a newcomer in the room, so he didn't dare to be careless. This newcomer could even see through his Ghostly Shadow Movement Technique with a glance, which made him even more cautious.
Gui Ying had been staring at Gao Zhengyang. He was also physically and mentally exhausted, but he did not dare to be careless. He could only force himself to stay alert.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, there was a loud bang, and the cell door opened again.
Two tall and burly men strode in. These two big men had bulging muscles all over their bodies, and their tanned skin gleamed as if they had been smeared with oil. His entire body was his crotch. It was wrapped in a piece of animal skin.
"Westriver's Twin Demons …" Spiritshadow's gaze froze, and his chrysanthemum also tightened.
These two twin brothers were said to have the bloodline of demonic beasts, and were born with powerful bodies. Although there were special restrictions in the Prison of the Eighteen Peaks that could restrict one's blood, qi, and body, it was difficult to completely suppress these two.
These two big men just happened to be fierce and aggressive by nature, and especially liked to torture the weak. They did not kill, but they could torture people to the point that they wished they were dead. Over time, they became the two tyrants of the fourth level of the Peak Prison, and no one dared to provoke them.
Although Gui Ying looked down on these two crude and barbaric fellows, he did not dare to provoke them. In the sealed cell, there was nowhere to hide even if he wanted to. This made Gui Ying feel even more guilty.
The moment the Westriver's Twin Demons entered, their huge bull-like eyes stared straight at Gao Zhengyang.
Gao Zhengyang, who had just been imprisoned, had a White Moon Monk Robe that was spotless, and his face was clean and shiny. Whether it was his attire, aura, or expression, they were completely different from the prisoners in the Peak Prison.
"This bald head looks fresh and tender," said the big man in the lead.
The big man behind him said, "There hasn't been a newcomer to play with for a long time. I like it."
With that, the two big men broke into laughter. In the darkness, the two men bared their white teeth, looking as savage as wild beasts about to open their mouths to devour someone.
Gui Ying felt even more guilty. These two fellows were vicious and cruel, and they liked men. It would be too tragic to fall into their hands.
But looking at Gao Zhengyang's calm and unmoving appearance, he did not seem to have any intention of resisting. This made Gui Ying look down on him even more. If he had known that the other party was so useless, he would have attacked just now.
After they tortured the monk, they would not let him off. Gui Ying hesitated for a moment, and could not help but say, "This monk is mine."
The Westriver's Twin Demons flew into a rage and turned their heads. But neither of them could find Gui Ying's position, and they both looked in the direction of the voice.
Gui Ying, who was hiding in the darkness, heaved a sigh of relief. At least his movement technique was useful, and he might be able to scare the other party.
"Gui Ying!" The Westriver's Twin Demons looked stupid, but they were not stupid. Unable to find the other party's position, they immediately realized that it was Gui Ying who had spoken.
"Hehe …" Gui Ying laughed somewhat smugly. If not for the fact that the room was only a few zhang in radius, he would not need to be afraid of the Westriver's Twin Demons with his strange movement technique.
"We're in a cell, so what if you're Gui Ying!" The leader said, and suddenly turned around and punched the corner of the wall.
Gui Ying's figure twisted strangely, and he dodged the other party's punch. His strength was far inferior to the other party's, so he did not dare to make a move. His feet slipped, and he leaned against the wall and swam upwards like a gecko.
His movements could no longer be hidden from the leader's eyes. The leader swung his fists and punched repeatedly. His fists were like iron hammers, smashing against the thick stone wall, causing sparks to fly and debris to fly everywhere.
After dodging more than ten punches, Gui Ying used up all his strength, and his figure involuntarily paused.
The second brother of the Westriver's Twin Demons had been waiting at the side. He saw an opportunity and swept his leg across, sending Gui Ying flying from the wall.
This kick broke half of Gui Ying's ribs. He fell to the ground and rolled twice. He still wanted to struggle, but the leader stomped hard on his chest.
"Ugh!" Gui Ying let out a blood-curdling scream. His internal organs were almost crushed, and blood spurted out like there was no tomorrow.
He looked like a frog that had been stepped on. His eyeballs were bulging, and he looked like he was about to explode.
Unfortunately, the leader controlled the strength of his foot very well. Although Gui Ying was in an extremely miserable state, he would not die immediately.
"You old fool, just squat there obediently. You still dare to show your face … "
The muscles on the leader's face bulged, and he shouted violently and irritably.
"I," Gui Ying was about to cry. He had purposely spoken up to get closer to the twin demons. He did not expect that they would not even talk and would attack him.
However, the leader did not want to listen to him. He exerted force with his foot and forced Gui Ying to swallow back his words. "Damn it, I'll f * ck you later."
The leader kicked Gui Ying's face, and sent him flying to the corner of the wall.
Gui Ying felt his face go numb, and he could no longer see anything with his eyes. Based on his experience, Gui Ying knew that half of his face was broken, and his eyes were probably deformed and popping out. Such a heavy injury made Gui Ying's brain feel like it had exploded, and his consciousness became blurry.
But out of instinct, he forced himself not to faint. He forced one of his eyes open, and watched the twin demons' actions. If it really did not work, he could only think of a way to die.
In any case, if he fell into the hands of the twin demons, it would be a fate worse than death. Not only would his body be tortured, his mind would also be corrupted. He might as well die quickly.
For some reason, Gui Ying still had a glimmer of hope for Gao Zhengyang. He had a feeling that this monk was not simple. Maybe he had some ability.
The twin demons of Xichuan were not interested in the old and dirty Gui Ying, so they quickly dealt with Gui Ying, and did not bother with him anymore.
The leader walked in front of Gao Zhengyang in a few steps, and said with a hideous smile: "You're pretty good at acting, baldy. Kneel before me …"
The leader reached out his hand, wanting to press down on Gao Zhengyang's head, and forcefully press him to the ground. But just as he reached out his hand, he felt a tightness in his chest. He flew out like a cannonball, and slammed into the wall.
An irresistible and ferocious force suddenly exploded in the leader's chest. In an instant, he lost all consciousness under the impact of the force.
The second brother of the twin demons of Xichuan stood there in a daze. His mind was also muddled, and he had no idea what had happened.
After a moment of daze, he slowly turned his head to look at the wall.
His strong and fierce older brother's flesh and blood had exploded into a puddle, and he was stuck tightly to the wall.
Like a flatbread that had been spread at the bottom of a pot, his body had become completely flat. Even its huge, round head had become flat.
The second brother could see his older brother every day when he opened his eyes. His older brother's appearance had already been imprinted in his heart. But the puddle of flesh stuck to the wall, he almost did not dare to recognize it.
"Damn it, I'll kill you!" The second brother thought for a moment, and finally realized that it must be Gao Zhengyang's doing.
He raised his fist angrily, and fiercely smashed it at Gao Zhengyang. His wrists were still shackled with chains that weighed more than fifty kilograms, so this smash was quite fierce.
Without even opening his eyes, Gao Zhengyang raised his fist and punched.
The second brother, who had his fist raised high, was immediately sent flying. Just like his older brother, he became a puddle of flesh stuck to the wall.
This punch was not particularly fast, but it was impossible to dodge. With a single movement of the fist, a person would immediately become a puddle of flesh.
It was as simple as a person squashing an ant with a finger.
Ghost Shadow, who was hiding in the corner, could barely see the process of Gao Zhengyang's punch. He had been clamping his crotch, and it instantly became wet and hot.
It was not that he was timid, but that the momentum of Gao Zhengyang's punch was too terrifying. A simple punch had the power to destroy everything.
Not to mention that Ghost Shadow's strength was currently restricted, even at his peak, he would not dare to say that he could escape from this punch.
The momentum of Gao Zhengyang's punch directly reached a person's God Palace, and directly targeted the mind.
Ghost Shadow was beaten up by the twin demons of Xichuan, but he was not convinced. He was also angry and resentful.
With one punch from Gao Zhengyang, his pride and resentment were smashed into pieces. Ghost Shadow, who had lost control, also made the most natural reaction.
After a while, the twin demons of Xichuan, who were stuck on the wall, slid down.
What surprised Ghost Shadow was that the two of them were still alive, and they were still breathing weakly. However, all the bones in their bodies were shattered, and their muscles were pulverized. Although they were still alive, they had turned into a water sack filled with flesh and blood.
Lying on the ground, they actually began to ripple like a water sack.
It would be better for these living people to die.
On the opposite wall, there were two puddles of human blood shadows. It looked like two evil spirits were hanging there.
Ghost Shadow was not afraid. No matter how fierce an evil spirit was, it could not be more frightening than Gao Zhengyang.
At noon the next day, two jailers came to deliver food as usual.
The tall jailer knocked on the metal door twice and shouted: "Demon One, you two come out and return to your rooms."
There was no sound in the prison cell, causing the hearts of the two jailers to sink. The situation was not right.
Their expressions changed greatly. It would be bad if monk Wukong died inside!
The two couldn't care about anything else and hurriedly opened the cell door. Because it was too dark inside, the two threw a Spirit Stone inside.
The Spirit Light Stone emitted a bright light, brightly illuminating the prison cell.
Ghost Shadow, who was hiding in the corner, could not help but narrow his eyes.
When the two jailers came in to take a look, their eyes widened. The two puddles of blood and flesh on the ground were completely unrecognizable, and they did not even look like humans.
Their miserable appearance displayed the simplest and most ferocious violence.
"Did, you, do this?"
The tall jailer asked Gao Zhengyang. His voice unconsciously carried a bit of trembling. His eyes were also filled with awe.
This world was so simple, the soft feared the hard, and the hard feared the unreasonable.
The Xichuan Twin Demons were tyrants on the fourth floor, with a fierce reputation. Even the two jailers were not willing to provoke them. Such characters had turned into two puddles of blood and flesh. Of course the jailers were afraid.
They even thought further, wondering if Gao Zhengyang had some kind of demonic technique to turn the Xichuan Twin Demons into this.
Gao Zhengyang opened his eyes and smiled at the jailers, "These two benefactors are foolish, so this poor monk imparted them Dharma enlightenment. They seemed to have understood something, and their murderous intent disappeared. Excellent, excellent. "
The two jailers took two steps back. Gao Zhengyang's words were too demonic. That smile was even more terrifying.
"Killing people in the Prison of the Eighteen Peaks, are you tired of living …"
The two jailers retreated all the way to the door and closed the metal door. Only then did the tall jailer muster up the courage to shout.
"To kill or not to kill, it's just a matter of a word," Gao Zhengyang said indifferently.
The tall jailer stood outside the door, slowly regaining his composure. He sneered, "Don't think that this is the end. No matter who you are, since you dare to commit a crime in the Prison of the Eighteen Peaks, I'll teach you a lesson."
"Benefactor, your hostility is a bit too much," Gao Zhengyang stood up and walked to the door.
"Monk, if you kneel and admit your mistake immediately, you'll suffer less."
The jailer spoke impolitely, but he still took a few steps back with a guilty conscience. Thinking that Gao Zhengyang would not be able to touch him, he dared to open his mouth to speak.
"Benefactor, you're still obsessed. Let this poor monk teach you."
As Gao Zhengyang spoke, he punched the heavy metal door. The three-inch-thick metal door was an artifact in itself, and it was embedded into the stone wall, making it especially sturdy.
Up until now, Phantom Shadow had never seen anyone who could destroy this metal door.
But with a single punch from Gao Zhengyang, the metal door was sent flying.
The jailer standing opposite him did not expect such a turn of events. He felt his vision darken, and his mind went blank. He was so frightened that he hurriedly used his arms to block.
With a dull thud, the deformed metal door was embedded into the wall opposite him.
Flesh and blood splattered around the metal door.
Phantom Shadow, who was hiding in the corner, could not help but swallow his saliva. This monk was much more ferocious than he had imagined.
However, it would be fine if he killed the prisoner. If he killed the jailer, things would really get out of hand.
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