Guarding the prison for a hundred years, being born to overwhelm the demon king

"This, this is impossible!!"

Mu Yunyang suddenly stood up, his rotten body less than three feet trembling visibly.

How come he never thought about Su Bai's problem?

In the past two hundred years, he had thought about this wonderful change in himself more than once, and he had also visited many spiritual masters.

But they all said that it was because of that incident that he became obsessed and finally became like this...

"No, it won't."

Mu Yunyang looked up at Su Bai who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, and said with some surprise: "I have never heard of a monk like me..."

He looked confused, but he believed it in his heart.

Ever since he started practicing, no matter how hard he worked, he was still far behind his fellow disciples.

It was clear that during the entrance examination, their talents were almost the same.

"How many monks have you seen in your life?"

Su Bai was speechless.

In the past ten days, he had naturally peeked into Mu Yunyang's memory.

This little old man has lived for nearly three hundred years, but his footprints are only limited to Anhe Mansion. When he rarely goes out, he has not seen many monks.

Even if there were monks in the same situation as him in the world, how could he know?

"Uh……"

Mu Yunyang was speechless, but he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

How many monks have you seen?

"Whether you believe it or not, it will be confirmed in the future. But now, you can only believe me."

Su Bai tapped his cuff with his fingers, and a ray of light floated out from the dust refining mirror, turning into a lit spirit dragon incense.

Surrounded by the three-inch little old man, he couldn't stop puffing away.

"Although you have not entered the Forging Stage realm, you must have some guesses about your lifespan, right?"

"How many years do you think you have left to live?"

Mu Yunyang's expression suddenly darkened.

If he cannot cultivate magical powers and condense his spiritual form in one day, even if he has entered the form refining realm, even if he goes one step further and enters the forging platform realm, his life span will never exceed the three hundred life span of a mortal.

Although he cannot accurately calculate his own death date like the great monks in the spiritual realm.

But he has lived for nearly three hundred years.

Even if there is no illness or disaster, I am afraid that it will be difficult to live beyond the 300th year.

"Ugh."

Thoughts flashed through his mind. The little old man let out a long sigh, and then looked at Su Bai with complex eyes and said, "The master has said so much, is there something he wants me to do?"

He wasn't stupid either, or in other words, Su Bai had no intention of hiding it from him.

Naturally, he also guessed that Su Bai must have another purpose when he said these words.

"good."

Su Bai said frankly: "I have a doubt in my heart, and I need Mr. Mu to help me."

"If this happens, there may be good fortune. If it doesn't, there will be huge consequences."

Su Bai had no intention of hiding it, although he also knew that Mu Yunyang would never refuse.

"Since the sect master has something to ask for, how can I not obey it?"

Mu Yunyang did not hesitate, nodded, and responded: "It's just that I hope that the master can avenge this great revenge for my Xuantian Clan!"

Su Bai stacked his hands and placed them in front of his dantian. Facing Mu Yunyang's fierce gaze, he nodded:

"As it should be."

Hearing this, Mu Yunyang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's the case, even if you die a few years early, it's not a big deal."

"Can't die."

"If you die, even if I break into the Ghost Kingdom of Hades, I will pull you out."

Su Bai was also a little speechless, but this little old man didn't believe him at all.

"hey-hey."

Mu Yunyang touched his nose, smiled awkwardly, and then asked curiously: "Master, you said that I am not suitable for practicing Taoism, so what kind of cultivation am I suitable for?"

He was a little skeptical about what Su Bai said, but he was still very curious, or in other words, he had a glimmer of hope.

Could it be that he himself is really a genius, but he just practiced improperly and Xuantianmen delayed him?

call!

Su Bai smiled and said nothing, just looking out along the car curtain that was lifted by the wind.

The fierce wind and snow tore through the dense fog, and amid the heavy snow, an endless mountain range could be seen in the distance.

"Here we are."

"That is……"

Following Su Bai's gaze into the distance, Mu Yunyang's pupils shrank slightly.

"Dragon Claw Mountain..."

Dragon Claw Mountain.

It is located on the border of Dayan, across the four northwest passes, with the vast ocean to the east and the desert to the west. It stretches for unknown ends and for millions of miles.

It is one of the ninety-nine mountains in Dayan.

There are many legends about this mountain range.

The most bizarre thing is that according to legend, endless years ago, there was a terrifying evil dragon with extremely powerful cultivation who brought trouble to the world and was killed by the gods.

That evil dragon was so powerful that even the god couldn't kill it. He couldn't, and eventually split it and divided it.

Its dragon claws are suppressed under this mountain.

However, no one knows whether this legend is true or false.

But in this mountain, it is said that there are numerous demons and ghosts living there.

"It's just a branch. The real Dragon Claw Mountain, at the speed of this donkey, may not be reached in another hundred years."

Mu Yunyang murmured.

The car curtain lowered, and Su Bai slowly closed his eyes, falling into a deep trance. This mountain was the mountain where Wang Hongxuan searched for medicine before, and it was also the starting point for him to come to this world.

It was also one of the several places where he discovered the possible existence of fragments of his soul from the fate of Lu Longgu.

Mu Yunyang originally wanted to ask, but when he saw Su Bai fell into trance, he could only hold back his emotions and shook his head.

However, he couldn't help but look at Su Bai's body.

Surrounded by spiritual dragons, breathing in the mist from all directions, one can see that its body is moving uncontrollably.

He had seen this scene before, but at this moment, he still couldn't help but feel stunned.

He knew that his sect master was practicing a powerful magical power related to the body, but he had never seen such a magical power of body refining.

It looked like he was sitting quietly, but in fact, every moment, drastic changes that he could not imagine were taking place in his body.

He could even sense it clearly.

The physique, vitality, and even aura of our sect master are all rising at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Just sitting quietly, but it seems as if he has swallowed the best elixir in the world.

How could this not shock him?

Can you continue to become stronger by sitting cross-legged and meditating?

What kind of magical power is this?

"Where did the sect master learn such magical powers? Moreover, he passed it on to me so easily..."

Mu Yunyang couldn't help but murmur in his heart, and he couldn't hold it any longer.

Immediately, he raised the curtain, said goodbye to the donkey, and sat cross-legged, with his five hearts facing the sky, and silently reciting the mysterious essence in his heart.

He also began to practice the magical powers that his sect master had just taught him.

A powerful magical power called the Sacred Heart Method of Suppressing Prison for Seven Tribulations!

……

call!

The cold wind swept heavy snow, flying between the sky and the earth. All the colors disappeared, and the sky and the earth were covered with white frost.

Under the biting cold wind, the world was desolate.

In such a cold and brutal world, not to mention humans, even beasts would be frozen to death.

And in the midst of such heavy snow, there was a group of people riding on horseback through the wind and snow.

Its speed was extremely fast, and the strong winds in front and behind roared wildly, making bursts of thunderous and explosive sounds.

"drive!"

"drive!"

The shouts were either low or high-pitched, and even the cold wind couldn't blow them away, but they were thrown far behind.

Behind them, the snow was raised high. From a height, it looked like a sharp blade cutting a long trace into the snowfield.

At this moment, if anyone is here, they can find that the horses ridden by this group of people are not ordinary.

This horse may be red, yellow, or black, with no mottled hair. Its body is also very large, with a shoulder height of more than ten feet.

The four hooves are even bigger. During the step, there is a strong wind whistling under the four hooves. As a stepping object, it can also push the horse to run at high speed.

And these people, once they encounter an obstacle, they will not avoid it!

Even a large tree surrounded by two people in the snow was instantly smashed into pieces, and they didn't even bother to jump up to avoid it.

The cold air current, like a steel knife, could not even cut through their manes.

On the horseback, there were several knights, wearing thin clothes, and a bald man, with his upper body naked, and they were not moved at all despite the howling wind and thunderous sonic booms.

He just kept urging the horses to move forward quickly.

"Hey!!"

At a certain moment, the knight seemed to notice something on the black horse in front of him, and suddenly pulled the horse's rope.

The horses under him suddenly raised their heads high and neighed.

The other people also stopped.

Stopping in the extremely fast wind, neither man nor horse felt the slightest discomfort, amidst the howling wind chasing after him.

These people all turned over, holding the knife in their right hand, and knelt down on one knee in the snow.

"In Anhe Mansion, Mo Xuan, the town commander, comes to see Chen Qianyu, Lord Chen!"

A clanging sound like the clash of swords quickly spread through the snow.

"The others will arrive in three days!"

The seven people knelt down for a moment and repeated this three times before one person appeared in the heavy snow like a ghost.

This person was as if he had been transformed by the wind and snow, with no trace left. Only the voice came out:

"You are not slow to come. Jiang Yunshui is a practical person. It is no wonder that he can still control Anhe Mansion for eight hundred years with only a few disciples."

Everyone knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads in salute, but their peripheral vision was slightly raised to look at the figure walking towards them in the wind and snow.

The man was tall and slender, with long hair hanging down his shoulders. His clothes were as black as ink. He looked like a young man and was unusually handsome. His eyes were long, narrow and clear.

Just like its sound, it does not contain any impurities.

But its aura seems to be even more severe and cold than the ice, wind and snow in the middle of winter. Just one look at it seems to make people's minds freeze.

Chen Qianyu looked at the burly middle-aged man with no shirt, and frowned slightly: "Are you Mo Xuan? Commander of the Anhe Prefecture Town Army?"

"Yes!"

The burly middle-aged man responded in a deep voice, with a sonorous and powerful tone: "The former town army, generals, commanders, and deputy commanders have all died in the battle."

"The town army is temporarily under the control of my subordinates."

"Are they all dead..."

The young man in black stood in the wind and snow with his hands behind his hands. He murmured a word to himself, and then relaxed his brows: "How far have you mastered the art of killing in the army?"

call!

Mo Xuan stood up, half taller than the boy, like a giant.

Then, he said in a deep voice: "He condensed into the greedy wolf spirit form, developed the seven-kill supernatural power, and was given the sword to break the army by the master of the palace!"

"I have killed fifteen large demons in the spiritual realm, 752 small demons in the refining realm, and nine evil ghosts..."

Zheng!

When he spoke, he casually pulled it out of the wind and snow. A ferocious and ferocious saber with a length of ten feet was already in his palm.

The saber was stained with blood, not because of rust, but because he had killed too many people.

As a result, the bloody air on this knife has condensed into substance and cannot be washed away.

As soon as this knife appeared, it buzzed and vibrated!

There was blood burning on the blade, roiling like fire, as if it wanted to choose someone to devour.

Apparently, it’s been channeled! (End of chapter)