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Jing Jiu floated up from the bottom of the green pond. He saw some remains that were gradually disappearing with bubbles, and then he saw a face.
To put it more precisely, it was a face, with the remaining emotions of unwillingness, grief and despair on it.
A highly achieved deviant swordsman who had been rebellious ended up as the food of a divine animal when it was bored. It was an unacceptable humiliation and disillusionment.
The face swam a few times in the pond water, and then disappeared slowly.
Seeing this, Jing Jiu's expression didn't change. He continued to float up from the surface of the water, coming to the edge of the pond with the iron sword in his hand.
This iron sword had been lost in the green pond for three years. Miraculously, it didn't disappear, but the rust on its surface had mostly disappeared. The burn marks left by the sword after being burned in the snowland for six years were smoother after being washed by the pond water. The iron sword didn't emit the glow of a silvery spear after being washed by water; on the contrary, it looked uglier, like a piece of excrement.
Jing Jiu wasn't dissatisfied. The sword couldn't be melted in such a corrosive and poisonous pond water for three years. Even the flying sword of the Fairy State couldn't compare to it.
Jing Jiu used the sword fire to evaporate the poisonous pond water on his body, took out a new white cloth and put it on. He used the Sword Force to cover his face, and then turned around to look at the high cliff.
The cliff was covered with wet moss, looking like a moldy green ribbon.
The old man stood on the cliff and looked down at Jing Jiu. His messy hair tousled in the wind, and his expression was nonchalant, with a bloodstain on the corners of his mouth.
Jing Jiu had already guessed the identity of the old man. He was the only being who could walk freely in the Fiend Prison, and the two bulges in his messy hair were also very obvious.
Jing Jiu had made a thorough arrangement to enter and exit the Fiend Prison, and the most important thing was to not disturb this person. Unexpectedly, he failed.
Who had told the Zhongzhou School? Did that person reveal his identity?
As Jing Jiu was thinking of all this, the danger had already arrived.
The old man wasn't interested in talking to him.
A violent wind rose among the cliffs, whistling back and forth, as if the wind had sealed the sky with a sharp blade.
The moss was blown off by the wind, and the stinky mud was flying in the air.
An unimaginably domineering aura descended above the Jade Pool.
Not to mention Jing Jiu, even the elders in the Broken Sea State of Aoyama couldn't resist this spirit.
In the Fiend Prison, nobody could defeat this old man.
In the past, when Bulao Lin wanted to assassinate Duke Lu, Duke Lu said that no one in Taichang Temple could kill him. In fact, it was the same principle.
With a single thought, heaven and earth shook.
Who could escape beyond the heavens and earth?
The dark green water, together with the remains of the great demon, struck towards Jing Jiu like a heavy rain mixed with hailstones.
The sword light flashed.
In the green rain, Jing Jiu turned into a sword light and moved at a high speed. He dodged the powerful attacks and tried to find the weak point of the domineering aura.
The old man stood at the edge of the cliff, looking at the figure shuttling through the poisonous rain, his face expressionless.
Those who could sneak into the lowest level of the Fiend Prison without being detected by Jing Jiu were not regular folks.
There was a soft whoosh.
Jing Jiu raised his sword to the sky, breaking through the poisonous rain, and flew toward the top of the cliff.
Seeing this, the old man had a slightly changed emotion.
This method of riding the sword was common in ancient times, but it was rarely used nowadays.
More importantly, Jing Jiu's Cultivation state was even lower than what he had sensed earlier. How could he know the most important secret of the Fiend Prison and dare come here in person?
The old man didn't want to think about it any longer.
Nobody would consider what an ant was thinking about.
Since he was so weak, it would be better to eat him up directly.
The old man reached out his right hand and grabbed at the night sky.
A shapeless force came out from the dark heaven and earth, coming from all directions. It landed in front of the cliff like a net, and then closed up.
Jing Jiu suddenly halted in the air, maintaining the posture of raising his sword to the sky.
The shapeless force exerted on his body made his clothes change shape slightly, and his body gave off cracking sounds, as if his bones would break at any moment.
The force came from all directions, so the water in the pond on his body didn't fall down like the rain. Instead, it seeped deeper into his clothes, corroding holes of various sizes.
His wet hair drooped down, his clothes in tatters, and his posture was ridiculous. No matter how one looked at it, Jing Jiu was in a pitiful state.
Standing by the cliff's edge, the old man stared at Jing Jiu in Silence.
The two of them, whose Cultivation states were as different as heaven and earth, were at least equal in terms of height.
It was the same for their demeanor.
Jing Jiu was quite calm, devoid of any fear in his eyes.
The old man felt a bit surprised, asking, "Are you that devil?"
"Are you that dragon?" Jing Jiu pressed.
"You know this old man's identity, and you don't show any fear. It looks like you have some background."
The old man continued expressionlessly, "I'll let you be eaten in your best condition to show my respect to your master."
Jing Jiu knew that this was the price he had to pay for letting the old man stay in Zhaoge City.
The price was that … the prisoners of the Fiend Prison would become the food of the old man after they died.
The Zhen Yuan and energy of the deviant swordsmen and the devil men of the Underworld would be digested by the old man and turned into the purest energy to prolong his life span.
Jing Jiu had thought of this matter when the energies in Liu Shisui's body conflicted with each other.
Besides the Old Dragon of the Zhongzhou School, the Dead Dog was the only one who could transform the filthiest and most complicated devil energy into the purest Daoist energy.
It was true that this old man in the Fiend Prison was the divine guardian animal of the Zhongzhou School, the Old Dragon, or the spiritual soul of the Old Dragon.
Jing Jiu said, "According to the original agreement, you can only eat the dead."
The old man felt surprised that Jing Jiu knew about the matter so long ago, saying, "When I eat you, you will die of course."
Thinking of the resentful and indignant face in the pond, Jing Jiu remarked, "It turns out that you have been violating the agreement all along."
The old man said, "A living person is of course more delicious than a dead one."
"Aren't you afraid that the Zhongzhou School will punish you according to the school rules?" Jing Jiu asked.
"Nobody can leave the Fiend Prison alive. This is the rule set by the Great Master Bai. Who knows if I will eat a living person or a dead one?"
The old man laughed out, and then opened his mouth.
His mouth was wide open, bigger than his body. He looked like a snake preparing to eat.
The shapeless force grabbed Jing Jiu and brought him to the edge of the cliff.
The old man's mouth was full of saliva, smelly and full of protruding sarcomas. The lines on the sarcomas looked like the human brains.
More terrifyingly, four sharp fangs protruded from his flesh and blood, which were the dragon fangs.
Seeing this, Jing Jiu's countenance remained unchanged, as he asked, "Don't you want to know why I came here?"
One of the sarcomas in the old man's mouth suddenly split open and turned into a mouth, making an awful sound, full of disdain and mockery.
"I won't ask even if you want to tell me, because I will use the Method of Soul-Searching to obtain your memory fragments. The extreme pain and the accompanying fear will make your blood and energy exceedingly vigorous. Like I said, such a fine material like you should be eaten by me in the best condition, so that you can be used to your fullest potential. If the masters of your Aoyama Sect learned of this, they should thank me."
The Method of Soul-Searching could hardly obtain the complete memories of one's previous life, but the Cultivation practitioners who were subjected to the Method of Soul-Searching would experience the most painful mental torture.
The old man didn't want to hear what Jing Jiu had to say, so he used the Method of Soul-Searching to torture Jing Jiu. It was because he had already guessed the origin of Jing Jiu.
The lower half of Jing Jiu's body was already in the old man's mouth, the sharp fangs aimed at his waist, but his expression was still calm as he said, "So that's how it is. All the pain you intended to inflict on the disciples of Aoyama will be returned to you."
Those were the hardest dragon fangs in the world, able to even pierce through Immortal Grade magic treasures.
Even if these dragon fangs weren't the real thing, no Cultivation practitioner could endure it with their body.
The old man's eyes showed a cruel and mocking expression, and then he bit down.
There was a loud bang.
In front of the cliff, the wind howled, lightning flashed, and thunder roared.
The loud noise came from the clash of dragon fangs.
A shrill cry of pain followed.
The old man covered his mouth, blood flowing from between his fingers.
His face was pale, and he was extremely shocked.
So hard!
He looked in front of him.
Jing Jiu had already disappeared.
The old man was both shocked and furious. His spiritual sense swept over, and found that the other was already several miles away. He shouted, "Don't even think about escaping!"
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