The only way

Chapter 883 Prison Break ()

"Eat, you humble human race."

The black-clothed shadow demon looked arrogant, folding his hands and looking down at the human monk in the cell.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, a cold light shone in the depths of the dark dungeon.

A strong gust of wind passed by, the light of the torch inserted in the wall swayed, and the head of the black-clothed shadow demon flew up in the strong wind.

Gululu rolled around on the ground several times, blood mixed with dust, making the whole head dirty.

Just like those snow-white steamed buns that have turned gray.

The upright body fell down with a plop, blood splattered on the ground.

The cold light flickered again, this time it pierced the ground cleanly.

The shadow struggled under the blade, but could never escape the suppression of the blade.

The hand holding the dagger gently turned, and the blade stirred the shadows, and the wisps of black mist dissipated with the stirring.

It wasn't until the shadow completely disappeared that the dagger was pulled out and put back into its owner's sleeve.

The light of the torch illuminated Ding Xiangxue's beautiful features and also illuminated the quiet monks in the cell.

"Physical training? The power of the stars?"

Ding Xiangxue listened to the unfamiliar language and did not answer. She silently approached the door of the cell, and the dagger appeared again in her hand.

As they fell together, the chains locking the cell door fell to the ground with a clatter.

When she tried to split the ring on the monk's foot with a dagger, she only left a white mark on the ring.

Both Ding Xiangxue and the monks in the cell all changed their expressions.

"Little girl, your dagger is no good!"

"If my storage bag hadn't been confiscated by those demons, I could have chopped this damn thing with one knife using my magic weapon."

"The material of this ring is a bit special. It doesn't seem to be the ore from our Eastern Continent. It would be difficult to break it open with brute force."

The monks talked to each other and began to exchange ideas on how to break the circle.

But Ding Xiangxue couldn't understand.

She pursed her lips and felt a little at a loss, which she had not considered.

She didn't know beforehand that the ring was so hard.

What should we do?

Without this group of monks, how could she have escaped alone with Chen Liushi?

"Isn't this little girl mute? Or deaf? It shouldn't be..."

"Is there anyone who can help you? This little girl won't be the only one to rob the prison, right?"

"With just this little cultivation, isn't this a joke?"

"Wait a minute, this little girl isn't from the human race of the Western Continent, is she?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded among the monks.

All the discussion suddenly stopped.

Lines of sight began to look at Ding Xiangxue.

This costume, this look, really looks like the slaves in the dungeon who came from the Western Continent cave.

Also, he looks completely unaccustomed to using spiritual power.

It would not be surprising if it came from the Western Continent.

"I heard that there are Buddhist cultivators in the Western Continent, and there are also some human monks who follow the path of physical cultivation."

"Is this little girl a physical practitioner?"

"Who can speak about Xilu?"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

The middle-aged monk, with his gray hair hanging loose, stood up and walked towards Ding Xiangxue.

"Chen Mo."

The middle-aged monk pointed at himself and introduced his name in a straight and clear voice.

As if he was afraid that Ding Xiangxue wouldn't understand, he pointed at himself again and repeated, "Chen Mo."

Ding Xiangxue guessed that these Eastern Continent monks might be discussing the circle, and they seemed to be talking about her later. They might have discovered that she was from the Western Continent.

When the middle-aged monk came to her, Ding Xiangxue was a little wary. She didn't know what the Eastern Continent monks thought of the Western Continent human race.

But after the middle-aged monk repeated the action twice, Ding Xiangxue thoughtfully said again, "Chen Mo?"

The middle-aged monk nodded and pointed at Ding Xiangxue.

Ding Xiangxue also pointed at herself and said in the language of Xilu, "Ding Xiangxue."

At the same time, he poured out the still vivid lilac from the purse around his neck and repeated it.

"clove."

"Ding Xiangxue."

He pointed at the lilac flower and then at himself.

Chen Mo's eyes were fixed on the vivid lilac flower, and he understood it after thinking for a moment.

"Your name is the same as this lilac? Lilac?"

Ding Xiangxue pointed to the lilac flower, then pointed to herself, and nodded affirmatively, "Ding Xiangxue."

The two got to know each other stumblingly and using different languages.

Chen Mo then bent his knees and sat down, exposing his legs covered with rings, and then made a slashing gesture above his ankles and above the ring with his fingers like a knife.

"Cut it."

Chen Mo's voice was steady and strong, as if he was not talking about his legs and feet.

The monks around who understood were silent.

Everyone knows this method, but no one is willing to do it.

If their storage bags are still there, this is not impossible.

There are enough elixirs to restore their mobility, and some rare elixirs can even restore severed limbs.

But no one has a storage bag now. Even if the spiritual power is restored, it will only stop the bleeding.

A leg is missing, there is no magical weapon, no elixir, and no talisman. Even if the cultivation level is still there, I am afraid that I will not be able to escape.

Chen Mo looked at ease.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, how sure are you?" A monk asked involuntarily.

Chen Mo laughed and said, "Chen never does anything uncertain."

As soon as this statement came out, naturally no one tried to persuade him, and no one really wanted to persuade him.

Because once Chen Mo regains his spiritual power, it will be a good thing for them.

Worried that Chen Mo would leave them behind? No, because it is obviously impossible for Chen Mo alone to escape from here.

Ding Xiangxue also understood what Chen Mo meant, and she had no hesitation or obstruction.

The Shadow Demon has been killed by her, and now she has to escape from this prison.

The dagger was as cold as steel, and between the rising and falling of the blade, the bones and flesh were cut off cleanly like tofu.

Blood spurted out, and the ring separated from Chen Mo's body along with the severed limb. Then, without support, it hit the ground with a clang.

Chen Mo was like a prisoner who had been liberated from his shackles. His body was absorbing the spiritual power hungrily, and the blood from the wound slowly stopped.

The monks who saw this scene were all overjoyed.

As soon as the ring is separated from the body, the spiritual power will indeed be restored.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Mo cut open the flesh on his waist with his fingers and dug out a wrapped pill.

Without waiting for the others to react, Chen Mo quickly swallowed the pill, picked up the severed limb, opened the ring, used his spiritual power to brush off the dust on it, and then attached it to the broken surface.

Threads of granulation grew, connecting the severed limb bit by bit. In a few breaths, the severed limb was reattached, leaving only a shallow scar on the calf.

"Hundred Peanut Health Pill? Return to Heaven Pill?"

Some monks looked surprised and guessed what kind of elixir Chen Mo had taken.

Ding Xiangxue was also surprised. This was the first time she saw such a magical elixir.

The human race in the Eastern Continent is indeed very powerful.

Ding Xiangxue couldn't help but think about it again.

Chen Mo is a foundation-building monk, and it will take a long time to restore his spiritual power, but there is currently no time for him to restore all his spiritual power first.

He must first unshackle the other monks.