Normally, the old man should go to the lower level of the Fiend Prison to check it out himself; but the water in the pond was too poisonous and corrosive, and he felt it was troublesome.
The worst part was that he would feel disgusted even if he went there himself.
He rubbed his belly and found nothing uncomfortable, so he sat down by the cliff's edge.
If that devil wanted to leave the Fiend Prison, it had to come out from here.
The old man looked down at the green pond by the cliff's edge for many days.
He felt bored and hungry, so he lifted his head and grabbed at the air in the distance.
The violent wind whistled among the cliffs on the first level of the Fiend Prison, and the singing stopped again.
The door of a cell was opened, and a thin and tall man was knocked out of the cell and landed heavily on the ground.
This thin and tall man was a highly achieved swordsman of the deviant sects, but he was restrained by the Source Lock and had no way to resist.
A shapeless force appeared in the dark world like an invisible hand, grabbing the deviant swordsman and pulling him backward quickly.
After a long while, the deviant swordsman fell off the cliff, crossed the hot sand land, and arrived in front of the old man by the cliff's edge.
The old man squeezed the upper arm of the deviant swordsman, feeling it was quite firm. He said satisfactorily, "The muscles are not bad, and full of deviant energy. This is a proper meal."
The deviant swordsman was aware of the biggest taboo in the Fiend Prison, so he yelled sternly, "You are a devil. Kill me if you want, but don't humiliate me!"
The old man didn't heed him, and tore off the entire right arm of the deviant swordsman with a slight force.
The fresh blood spurted out, and the deviant swordsman's face turned pale in pain, but he grunted once.
Because of the broken arm, the Source Lock had loosened a bit, so he directed Zhen Yuan to bombard his brain, hoping to die quickly.
A formidable force appeared by the cliff's edge.
The old man clutched his throat and said emotionlessly while looking at him, "Even though you are a brave man, the dead flesh doesn't taste good."
Having said that, he threw the deviant swordsman off the cliff.
As the old man waved his hand, the formidable force entered the body of the deviant swordsman through his fingertips and sealed his energy whirlpool, making him unable to move.
That evil path expert fell into the deep green pond, splashing up a large amount of green water. After bobbing up and down a few times, his flesh began to melt and he sank to the bottom of the pond.
The old man stood at the edge of the cliff and looked at the scene in the pool. He picked up the severed arm and chewed it like he was eating a carrot.
He rubbed his stomach and burped. He felt that he was finally full, and his mood became much better.
At this moment, there was another movement in the green pond at the bottom of the cliff. A figure that looked like a white fish swam up silently, breaking through the dense green duckweed and swimming to the edge of the pond.
The man brought out an object from the bottom of the pond. It had a strange shape, like a tree branch that had been struck by lightning, or a long reef.
Looking at this thing, the person said. With his back facing the old man on the cliff, he stood up. His body trembled slightly, and the poisonous pool water evaporated into smoke, disappearing without a trace.
The man took out a white robe and put it on. Then, he brushed his right hand across his face and used the energy sword to conceal his true appearance. Only then did he turn around.
The old man stood at the edge of the cliff in silence.
Who was this person? Why couldn't he see through this layer of energy sword?
The most puzzling part was that this person could sneak into the lower level of the Fiend Prison without being discovered by the old man, and come back safely, as if the pond water were nothing.
This person's energy and Cultivation state were not very high; how could he achieve all this?
He must be very powerful in some other aspect.
It was good.
The more powerful a ghost was, the more delicious it would be.
The body of this ghost looked so perfect, and the spiritual energy must be very clean and abundant, so the taste must be good, and it must be very nutritious.
If he could eat this ghost, he might be able to live a few more years.
Thinking of this, the old man revealed a greedy expression in his eyes, and saliva dripped down from the corners of his mouth, giving off a disgusting smell.
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In the quiet room of the Justice Hall of the Guocheng Temple, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect put down the Buddhist script in his hand and looked at the young man by his side.
He found that Yin San had something on his mind.
This was a rare occurrence.
It didn't mean that Yin San seldom thought about things on his mind; it was that the world wouldn't even notice Yin San was thinking about how to destroy this world.
The fact that Yin San had something on his mind showed on his face meant that it was an important matter, or in other words, very important to him.
He didn't act like this even when the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom gave birth.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect squatted before Yin San and asked gingerly, "What is it?"
Yin San said, "I sent a letter to the Fiend Prison."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect knew that Yin San was doing something through Bulao Lin, but he didn't know that it had something to do with the Fiend Prison.
Though he was surprised, his expression was as calm as usual, as he had been many times before.
In the next moment, he found that his reaction was wrong, and he displayed a shocked expression.
He noticed that Yin San didn't notice it, and felt relieved, saying, "It's the Fiend Prison …"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect remembered clearly that Yin San packed his luggage and was about to leave that day. Did it have something to do with the matter of the Fiend Prison?
Yin San's Cultivation state was too low, and he would be in danger if his identity was exposed. As such, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect seldom took action in person.
Back when the destruction of the Cloud Platform occurred, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect merely went to the Foggy Island and had a short conversation with Xiwang Sun.
What kind of important matter required his personal involvement?
Yin San didn't say anything more, and walked toward the isolated room.
He passed through the shadow of the pine forest and arrived in the pagoda forest. He took out a scroll of Buddhist script from his sleeve and put it into a stone pagoda.
It was then that the evening bell rang out in the Guocheng Temple, signifying the end of the evening classes.
As the distant bell rang out, Yin San walked out of the temple and came to the outside of the vegetable garden. Looking at the house that seemed to be ablaze in the twilight, and thinking of the burning Underworld River in the underground, he fell silent for a long time.
The mosquitoes in the Fiend Prison hadn't brought back the Soul-Fire of the King Of The Underworld for three years, and the faint cries could be heard on both sides of the Underworld River.
Yet, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect thought that the King Of The Underworld was still alive, which confirmed his speculation that Jing Jiu had gone to the Fiend Prison in order to solve the problem of the Sword Ghost.
Ever since he guessed that Jing Jiu had gone to the Fiend Prison, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect had started his plan.
He did less this time, and it was simpler.
He asked Bulao Lin to send a letter to the Fiend Prison.
As long as Jing Xin was not a fool, he would tell the Zhongzhou School about it.
No matter what the Zhongzhou School thought, they would investigate the letter, which meant that the letter was sent to the Fiend Prison.
The quarrel could be heard behind the courtyard wall, and the smell of cooking oil could be smelled. It was unclear what the fat monk had eaten secretly. Yin San thought that who could resist eating the delicious food in the world?
That dragon would find a way to swallow Jing Jiu.
But it would be hard for him to swallow it.
It would be chaotic then.
Zhaoge City would experience an earthquake.
Jing Jiu would die.
The Ultimate Old Dragon.
The King Of The Underworld would die.
This was what he wanted to see.
He was fully aware of the greed of that dragon, and he had confidence in Jing Jiu. The only problem was that he didn't know the situation in the Taichang Prison.
The bell rang out again in the Guocheng Temple.
Looking at the twilight, he thought that Jing Jiu could only rely on himself.
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