The Fiend Prison was the Old Dragon.
It was impossible to see the sunlight here.
It was pitch-black ten miles under the ground, but there was a faint glow up ahead.
The glow was on the other side of the Abyss, in the distant Mortal World. It was unclear whether it was the fire of the Underworld River or the erupting volcano.
The Chaotic Wind ruffled the cloth of the King Of The Underworld, making a faint noise.
The once colorful cloth had turned black a long time ago.
Though he was a bit short, he had a dignified bearing, as if he were a natural king.
The King Of The Underworld looked at the Abyss in Silence. On the other side was his hometown, the river of his childhood, and the loyal subjects.
He looked at it so affectionately.
The affectionate affection was a kind of power.
This invisible force blocked the Chaotic Wind and connected him with the Mortal World on the other side of the Abyss.
Supported by this force, the King Of The Underworld turned into an iron anchor, anchored the large boat in the violent ocean in Silence, and became a nail that pinned the tail of the Old Dragon to the deep end of the ground.
After a long while, the shaking of the ground reached this place, and the broken rocks fell down from the cliff walls in the surroundings.
The King Of The Underworld took another look at the other side of the Abyss reluctantly, and then turned to look at the long and gloomy passageway.
The Chaotic Wind grew violent. The old man formed by the spiritual soul of the Old Dragon arrived with the wind and arrived in front of the King Of The Underworld.
The old man was covered in blood, and his clothes were in tatters; he looked extremely miserable.
Looking at the King Of The Underworld, the old man had a strange expression on his face, as he said, "It turns out that you have really come out."
"Yes," said the King Of The Underworld with a faint smile.
The old man remained silent for a long time while covering his bleeding forehead with his hands.
Then he suddenly laughed out, saying, "So what? Do you think you can escape? "
The King Of The Underworld said seriously, "I can't get out, and neither can you."
"You have been in my stomach for six hundred years, isolated from heaven and earth, and your soul fire has been absorbed day and night. Three years is not enough for you to recover enough to fight against me."
The old man stared into his eyes and said coldly.
The King Of The Underworld was still smiling. Because she had no eyebrows, she looked even cuter.
"Your realm is indeed very high, and you have lived for a long time. Your spirit can condense into a physical body, but if you want to kill me in the state of a spirit, it is still a bit difficult. Otherwise, you would have killed that young man long ago. Why would you think of such a violent and stupid method? As long as I stay in your body, I will be safe. "
The old man sighed and said, "Now that I think about it, my performance today was indeed too stupid. Not only did I lose face, but I was also seriously injured. I might need to eat a few hundred more prisoners to recover, but … what's the use of doing such a thing? In the end, you still can't kill me. If they come, you'll still die. "
As long as the King Of The Underworld remained in the Azure Dragon's body, it would be very difficult for the Azure Dragon to kill him. However, the Azure Dragon could let human experts enter its body to kill him.
There was no fear on the King Of The Underworld's face. She was still smiling and said, "Are you sure you can hold on until then?"
The old man did not understand her words and thought, "With your current realm, can you kill the Azure Dragon directly?"
As they spoke, the King Of The Underworld kept her hands behind her back. Even now, there was no change.
All of a sudden, countless tiny and seemingly weak soul fires emerged from his body.
If one looked closely, they could see that these soul fires were all in the shape of humans. Their bodies were slightly dark, and the flames were slightly bright. Their facial features were somewhat similar to the King Of The Underworld, and they did not have eyebrows.
Each soul fire was like a small King Of The Underworld dressed in black.
Seeing this scene, the old man's expression changed slightly and he asked, "What are you trying to do?"
The King Of The Underworld didn't say a word with a faint smile. She brought out her right hand from behind her back and waved it slightly in front of her. She looked like a general giving the order to attack the army under her command.
The countless soul fires turned into innumerable small King Of The Underworld, flying against the wind and heading toward the other end of the dark and long passageway, soon disappearing without a trace.
It didn't take long for those soul fires to arrive in the Fiend Prison, which was to say, in every corner of the Azure Dragon's stomach.
Those corners had either the marks left by the sword or the collapsed cliff rocks, all of which were wounds left by the iron sword of Jing Jiu.
The poisonous pond water was still invading the wounds.
Those small King Of The Underworld dived into those wounds without hesitation.
The sizzling sounds rang out in every corner of the Fiend Prison. Those wounds were ignited by the soul fires, giving off a gloomy glow, like the ghost fires on the mass graves.
The darkness of the night was illuminated. The prisoners in the Fiend Prison woke up and squeezed to the doors of the cells. Looking at the sparks of the wild fires, their eyes revealed a yearning expression.
In the deep part of the Fiend Prison, the King Of The Underworld looked at the old man in Silence, saying nothing.
Though he stood here, he had already gone to another place and started the attack.
This was the true Control of Soul Fires of the highest state.
The old man's face turned exceedingly pale, feeling extremely painful. "How dare you treat me like this!" he exclaimed in a trembling voice.
The King Of The Underworld said, "You should repay the others how they treat you. This is the proper etiquette."
Jing Jiu had said something similar.
This was the principle that people like them were used to, and it was the principle they followed.
Back when the King Of The Underworld came to the human world, he was about to seek the true peace with the human race. Unexpectedly, the human race betrayed him shamelessly and locked him in the Fiend Prison as the agreement was about to be signed.
He was locked up for six hundred years.
The green valley was fake, but the Black Prison was the real one.
There were no wind blades or frost swords in the past six hundred years, but he had to endure more painful things every day.
The bites of the mosquitoes and the sense of guilt toward the Underworld.
Today, the King Of The Underworld would end some of these painful things, and at the same time, he would return the other part to the other person.
As far as the Old Dragon was concerned, Jing Jiu's Underworld Fairy Sword was like a mosquito.
And the Control of Soul Fires of the King Of The Underworld was a more formidable mosquito.
In an instant, the old man's face turned as pale as the snow, and the sweat beads slid down like beans.
Those tiny wounds were painful and itchy to begin with, and now they were burned by the Soul Fires. Even Zen Master might not be able to endure it, let alone the old man.
The old man finally understood what the King Of The Underworld meant.
Are you sure you can endure until then?
The swordsmen of the human race would arrive in Zhaoge City soon.
The Old Dragon could welcome them into his stomach at any moment.
By then, the King Of The Underworld would die for sure.
But could he endure being burned by countless Soul Fires until then?
"I think we can talk about it."
The old man said this while looking at the King Of The Underworld, the expression in his eyes very sincere.
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The smoke and dust had settled, and the violent wind rose again.
The powerful magic methods of the Zhongzhou School had been employed.
The cracks on the ground grew deeper, and the lake water flowed backward.
The water level in the large hole was getting lower, and the dark shadows in the deep end could be vaguely seen.
Yue Qianmen stopped the magic method and dashed to the edge of the hole again. He sensed that the energy of the divine dragon was a bit weak, but fortunately, it was still vigorous.
He looked at the scholar in blue behind him and asked, "Has the House Master arrived?"
The scholar in blue had the surname Xu, a swordsman of Yimaozhai. Like Yue Qianmen, he was also a guest of the Palace of Prince Jing Xin, or in other words, a staff member.
Scholar Xu sensed for a while and said, "Seventeen seconds."
Hearing this, Yue Qianmen felt relieved.
It was because he knew that the Immortal Sect Master had arrived.
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The morning sun rose from the east, and the west was illuminated first. A beam of light suddenly appeared there, which was eye-catching but not dazzling, becoming a part of the sky.
Humans came from heaven and earth, so they could become one with heaven and earth. This was the highest state of the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth.
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