A young disciple of Aoyama, facing the King Of The Underworld, showed such an attitude that he would allow the King Of The Underworld to attack him at will. Anybody would think it absurd, not to mention the King Of The Underworld herself.
"You've been locked up for too long."
Besides this statement, Jing Jiu didn't give any further explanation.
Anyone who had stayed in the Fiend Prison for more than six hundred years would have their Cultivation state damaged greatly.
More importantly, this seemingly green and pleasant valley was still a part of the Taichang Prison. This place was isolated from heaven and earth, and there was no Underworld River or underground fire, so Jing Jiu couldn't cultivate here. All he could do was let the yuanqi and soul-fires in his body disperse gradually in the tiniest form, vanishing in the dark space.
According to Jing Jiu's calculation, the King Of The Underworld had at most one percent of his prowess back then.
However, no matter how weak the King Of The Underworld was, he was still the King Of The Underworld.
A swordsman in the middle state of the Undefeated had no way to defeat him.
Looking at Jing Jiu, the King Of The Underworld said emotionlessly, "But it's enough to kill an ant like you."
Jing Jiu's reply was still concise, consisting of only one word.
"Please."
The soul-fires were shapeless and colorless, and it was hard to count them.
Jing Jiu suddenly had a feeling that countless soul-fires filled heaven and earth.
In the next moment, the shapeless and colorless soul-fires came out from the green grass, the purple flowers and the blue sky, as if they were painted with a layer of light color.
Jing Jiu's field of vision was filled with the light colored patches. He could see them no matter where he looked.
Strangely enough, these faintly colored soul-fires were different from the soul-fires of the Underworld Master he had seen; they gave off a feeling of vividness.
This should be the Control of Soul-Fires that he wanted to learn.
"Hand over the Seal of the King Of The Underworld, or die."
The King Of The Underworld continued while looking at Jing Jiu, "You know that I won't have any psychological shadow if I kill you."
"Aren't you worried that you will alarm that dragon?" asked Jing Jiu.
The King Of The Underworld said, "They promised me that this is my world; otherwise, I would have killed myself a long time ago. Why would I allow them to threaten the Underworld with me?"
Jing Jiu looked at him in Silence. He didn't say anything, but his intention was clear.
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. "The King Of The Underworld said with a smile," As long as we get back the Seal of the King Of The Underworld, do you think this fake heaven and earth can trap this emperor? "
Except for the few words he said to Jing Jiu in the beginning, Jing Jiu hadn't used the title "emperor" until now.
It was because Jing Jiu was the real King Of The Underworld at this moment.
The soul-fires fell down from the sky. They were not as heavy as the rainstorm, but more like heavy snowfall. There seemed to be some gaps in the snowfall, but it was impossible to pass through them.
Jing Jiu had no intention of leaving.
When the human Cultivation practitioners encountered the soul-fires, they would either kill their owners or evade their nets; otherwise, they would have to use the magic treasures or the Chaotic Swords to resist the soul-fires.
Jing Jiu chose the last method, which was also the stupidest one.
He followed his will.
The sword wills were entangled.
The gentle wind blowing around the valley cut countless flowering trees into pieces.
Boom!!! The whole valley seemed to have collapsed.
It was merely an illusion.
The green valley was still the same as before. The ground didn't shake, and the grass didn't fly up.
Although the King Of The Underworld had said so earlier, he certainly didn't want to alarm the dragon if he could.
The soul-fires fell on Jing Jiu's body. The colors were also painted on his white clothes, and they immediately became real flames.
The flames were so strong that they leaped dozens of feet high. It was as if underground lava had erupted.
The soul-fires had no heat. Such violent flames did not ignite a single tree.
The blazing soul-fires gradually engulfed Jing Jiu. Only a vague figure was left, swaying in the flames.
The King Of The Underworld looked at the figure in Silence with an indifferent expression.
The green valley regained its silence.
The seemingly majestic flames didn't make a sound.
They just burned quietly.
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Time was unknown in the mountains.
It was the same in the prison.
After an unknown amount of time, the fire in the valley finally died out.
The flames disappeared in the air.
The soul-fires became invisible and returned to the King Of The Underworld's body.
That figure reappeared.
After being burned by the soul-fires for such a long time, Jing Jiu still didn't die. There were many small holes in his white clothes. His face was pale, and he looked extremely tired.
At this moment, he looked like a seriously ill scholar who had just escaped from the fire of a ruined temple.
The King Of The Underworld's face was even paler. He looked at Jing Jiu in silence.
He was indeed extremely weak after being suppressed for six hundred years. In his opinion, since Jing Jiu was Taiping's disciple, even if his realm was low, he might really be able to hold on for a while.
What he didn't expect was that Jing Jiu actually held on until the end. He also didn't expect that his hidden methods would also be useless.
The King Of The Underworld was very sure that his jade seal was on Jing Jiu.
When Jing Jiu fought against the soul-fires, he used the Hand of the River Styx to search the place, but he didn't find it. He didn't even find a spatial artifact.
Where was the Seal of the King Of The Underworld hidden?
The King Of The Underworld strengthened his life connection with the Seal of the King Of The Underworld without hesitation. He used the Hand of the River Styx to continue searching. Finally, he arrived at the space where the Seal of the King Of The Underworld was kept.
However, the Hand of the River Styx still couldn't bring back the Seal of the King Of The Underworld after such a long time. It was because … that space was too large.
The space in the Fiend Prison was already very large, but it was still far from being comparable to that space.
The King Of The Underworld had never seen or imagined such a space.
He was certain that this was not the interior of a spatial artifact.
It was because heaven and earth weren't so large.
Where was that space?
What the hell were you?
Looking at Jing Jiu, the King Of The Underworld had many conjectures. The light flowing in his body had gradually subsided. "Why is it so large?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
Jing Jiu said in a hoarse voice, "Heaven and earth should be so large."
The King Of The Underworld fell silent, deep in thought.
Jing Jiu had already figured out what Jing Jiu had done, asking, "Do you still want to try?"
The King Of The Underworld said, "There is one thing I don't understand. No matter how abundant your sword source is, it's impossible for you to maintain it for such a long time."
Jing Jiu said, "If it were a bit longer, I don't know if I could maintain it."
This seemingly simple contest was in fact the most dangerous situation he had encountered since his rebirth.
His consumption during this period was no less than what he had consumed during the six years in the snowland. What he consumed was not the sword source, but his mental energy.
He was confident in his body, so he brought the Sword Force back into his body, protecting the Dao Tree and the Sword Pill.
The destructive power of the soul-fire was similar to that of the mental energy, but it could also cause substantial damage.
As such, it was not the same as when he confronted Tian Jingren in the old nunnery in the plum garden.
His body was baptized by the soul-fire.
The pain was directed to the deepest parts of his body.
If it were anyone else, staying in the soul fire of the King Of The Underworld for such a long time, even if they didn't die, they would certainly go mad.
But he was Jing Jiu.
But he would still be in pain.
He would be injured.
The King Of The Underworld was silent for a while, then asked, "Then why are you not afraid?"
Jing Jiu looked at the blue sky and said, "As long as I can leave this place alive, it's worth the risk."
His answer was very similar to what the King Of The Underworld had said.
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