The dreadful screams and angry curses of the prisoners could be heard in the Fiend Prison. Many cells had suddenly become smaller, and the prisoners in them were crushed into meat balls.
The dreadful screams and angry curses grew closer as the distance between heaven and earth shrank, and then grew further away. It was not because heaven and earth were separated again, but because the collapsed cliff and the rising pond bottom had merged together, turning into a sealed space made of rocks.
The distance between heaven and earth shrank rapidly, and everything was compressed, including the rocks. They became extremely hard and compact, without any cracks.
Even with the ability of the King Of The Underworld, it was still difficult for him to open the space.
The hard and compact rocks were very smooth, and the green water in the pond formed countless waves. The mosses on the rocks were broken into pieces, forming countless bubbles.
It looked like a huge invisible hand was shaking an alcohol jar, and the green wine in the jar was shaking incessantly.
The King Of The Underworld and the old man were in this alcohol jar.
Seeing this scene, the King Of The Underworld recalled that Taiping had said a poem when they ate hotpot by the Underworld River many years ago, "The Fresh Rice Wine with Green Ants".
The King Of The Underworld flashed a smile and waved his sleeve. He left the green water in the pond and arrived in midair.
Summoned by his spiritual awareness, the tens of thousands of soul fires in the Fiend Prison started moving at a high speed again, turning into tens of thousands of small Underworld Souls and entering those cracks.
The old man grunted painfully, his face extremely pale. He reached out his hands as fast as lightning as he glided past the mountain waves formed by the pond water.
The space in the Fiend Prison was shrinking rapidly. The pond had become an alcohol jar without a spout.
The King Of The Underworld had nowhere to dodge. The old man grabbed his hands and pulled him back into the pond water.
"I'm the divine dragon, able to move the clouds and rain, as big as the mountains and rivers, and as small as a speck of dust. As long as you stay away from my vital parts, I'll show you the true magic of the immortals!"
The old man shouted sternly.
The King Of The Underworld was trapped in the stone jar. The thin layer of soul fires on his body was eroded by the pond water, growing thinner and thinner; but no fear could be seen on his face.
"Isn't it just the Bai family's World in a Jar? What kind of immortal technique is that? You can be considered a great being, but you only dare to hide underground and use such a small trick. Where is the demeanor of an ancient divine beast? Back then, the Vermillion Bird threw itself into the Heavenly Fire. Compared to it, you're just a bug. "
The old man said, "Your Majesty, don't provoke me. As long as I can live forever, what's there to be afraid of hiding underground? What's there to be afraid of?"
The King Of The Underworld asked earnestly, "You have transformed into the Fiend Prison and haven't seen the sun all year round. Don't you feel bored and lonely?"
"There's a world in the pot. What's the difference between here and outside?"
The elder knew that the King Of The Underworld was stalling for time and thinking of a way to escape, but he did not care.
No one could escape from the Heaven and Earth in a Jar.
The Heaven and Earth in a Jar was not a method of the immortals, but it was one of the most powerful magic methods in the human world.
The Old Dragon had to consume three hundred years' worth of Cultivation to use it once. As such, he had never thought of using it to deal with Jing Jiu, because it was not worthwhile. But it was different to use it to deal with the King Of The Underworld. As long as he could eat the King Of The Underworld afterward, he could easily recover three hundred years' worth of Cultivation.
The huge jar formed by the cliff and the bottom of the pond was even smaller now, with no space left. The old man and the King Of The Underworld were both soaking in the pond water.
The green pond water lapped against the face of the King Of The Underworld. The moss hung by his ears, and he had no eyebrows; he looked a bit funny.
More than anything else, it was dangerous.
The thin layer of soul fires on his finger had a small hole eroded by the pond water. The skin on his finger started to fester as the pond water seeped into it, giving off a wisp of white smoke.
The old man was in a terrible condition as well. The Fiend Prison had shrunk rapidly, and the density of the attacks from the soul fires increased, making it more painful to bear. His face was as pale as a ghost's.
"This green pond should be your stomach, and the pond water is your gastric juice, which can corrode everything," said the King Of The Underworld while looking at him, "Though you are formed by the spiritual soul, you are half a physical body, so you are equally dangerous. What kind of hatred do you have against me that makes you pay such a high price to kill me? "
The old man suddenly laughed out loud, saying, "There is no hatred between you and me. All this is because I want to eat you. In fact, I wanted to do so a long time ago, but the Great Master Bai put you in the Taichang Prison, so I couldn't do it. Today is a heaven-sent opportunity. As long as I swallow you into my stomach, who in the world can be my equal? You didn't expect it, did you? You and that little thief of Aoyama have done so many things today, but you have delivered yourself to my mouth! "
The King Of The Underworld said with a faint smile, "Oh, that's why. But have you ever thought that you can't even eat him who has been delivered to your mouth? How can you eat me?"
No sooner had he said this than he flipped his hands and grabbed the old man's wrists.
The old man was startled, but he didn't understand why he did it.
In the beginning, he grabbed the hands of the King Of The Underworld because he didn't want to be disturbed when the Heaven And Earth In A Jar was activated.
Now that the King Of The Underworld was trapped in the Heaven And Earth In A Jar and soaked in the dark green pond water, he would turn into the bloody water and dissipate at any moment; but why did he grab his hands?
Did he want to be turned into the bloody water by the dark green pond water? It was a ridiculous idea.
As the old man was thinking of all this, he suddenly felt something was out of place. He lowered his head to look at their hands, and the expression on his face changed slightly.
His fingers were slowly sinking into the wrist of the King Of The Underworld. They felt extremely slippery, as if they were sinking into cream or rotten meat.
Meanwhile, the King Of The Underworld's fingers were sinking into his wrist, slowly breaking through his skin and flesh, until the back of his fingers was almost submerged in the water.
Both the feeling and the scene were disgusting, and even the old man felt disgusted.
What was going on?
The old man had a strong feeling of uneasiness.
The Heaven And Earth In A Jar had already been activated, and the King Of The Underworld had no way to escape from it, no matter how powerful he was. The old man was ready to leave.
As long as he left this place, the King Of The Underworld would turn into nothingness in the poisonous pond water, no matter what tricks he had up his sleeve.
He was the spiritual soul of the Old Dragon. In theory, he could disappear and reappear at any place in the Fiend Prison, and nobody could stop him.
It was for this reason that Jing Jiu couldn't get rid of him even though he used the Underworld Fairy Sword.
Yet, the old man found that he couldn't leave this place.
No matter how hard he employed his spiritual awareness and magic, he still stayed in the pond water and stood in front of the King Of The Underworld.
"You are the spiritual soul. Even though you are the spiritual soul of the Old Dragon, you are still a spiritual soul. "
The King Of The Underworld continued with a faint smile while looking at the old man, "As for the control of the spiritual soul … I'm the best in the world and in the underground."
This was the true Control of the Soul-Fire.
The old man's face grew paler instantly. It was not because of the pain from his wound, but because of what the King Of The Underworld had said and the foreseeable future.
It was the bleak and dreadful future that he had granted to many prisoners.
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