I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 291 The Power of God, Shenxiang Prison

"Sir, are you awake?"

The old man asked quietly again. At this moment, his expression was even more humble, and he even wanted to bury his head in his crotch.

In his eyes, the young man in front of him was no longer the cunning and bold young man just now, but an ancient god.

Perhaps it was because of the stimulation brought by the magic weapon that the spiritual consciousness sleeping in his body was revived.

"Whoosh..."

The corners of Zhang Jun's lips parted slightly, and a wisp of golden strange energy came out of his mouth.

At this moment, even Huang Mao's face became shocked.

He clearly felt that Zhang Jun's aura was undergoing amazing changes.

Unable to see clearly, the meaning is unclear. It seems to have infinite charm, but it also reveals terrifying danger.

While making people want to take another look, they are also afraid of disturbing the long-sleeping god.

At this time, Zhang Jun slowly opened his eyelids, and golden light flashed in his pupils.

He looked at the old man and could see at a glance the iron chain that locked his soul behind the old man's withered body.

This iron chain is clearer than what I saw just now, and it seems that I only need to use a little force to cut it off.

Is this the power of Mi Shen?

Zhang Jun felt it carefully and could feel the power of this force more and more.

The palms were raised, and the chains on the shoulder armor jingled, flashing with brilliant Buddha light, but this Buddha light was not benevolent, but full of violent and destructive power.

It seems that as long as he is willing, with this Buddha's light, he can break all the weird rules.

When the Dharma comes to you, all deceitful people retreat.

This kind of power that is so powerful that it ignores the rules is like tasting a glass of wine of the years. The wine is sweet and mellow, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

However, after Zhang Jun was only briefly absent-minded, he suddenly became alert.

Who dares to say that this is not the result of Mi Shen's intentional actions.

This power is so powerful that I almost get lost in it. If I can't face it and use it, there's no guarantee that I won't gradually become Mi Shen's puppet without knowing it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun calmed down and calmed down all the distracting thoughts in his heart.

After thinking quietly for a moment, you will have a more direct understanding of your current state.

Mi Shen failed to seize the body at first, but he took possession of his second soul.

Then the lotus transformed by Mi Shen was suppressed by Xuehaitang's blood coffin. At this moment, when it was released, it was also connected to its second soul.

This gave him the opportunity to indirectly control part of Mi Shen's power.

It seemed that everything was just a coincidence, but the more this happened, the more Zhang Jun was wary of him.

As the saying goes in reality, high-end hunters often appear as prey at first.

He promised that if he could fully control this power and even regard it as his own power, then he would not be far from death.

But for now, having some of Mi Shen's power is indeed a good help for me.

After figuring out the joints, Zhang Jun looked at the old man in front of him.

Seeing his humble posture, Zhang Jun did not hold it or pinch it, but just nodded and responded calmly: "This magic weapon suits me very well."

"Of course."

The old man lowered his head and complied. He couldn't tell for a moment whether the person in front of him was an ancient god.

"Let everything be done as we agreed. Let's go to the cell first to contact the son of the Holy Way. After we have further contact with the Holy Way, I will come back and give you new information."

Zhang Jun said.

"Are you leaving now?" The old man was startled, and unexpectedly raised his head to look at Zhang Jun.

If possible, he would like to introduce the young man in front of him to his master.

"Naturally, we have been staying here for a long time. If we stay here any longer, we may arouse the suspicion of the Holy Dao."

With that said, Zhang Jun gave Huang Mao a look, got up and walked out the door.

The old man came to the door first and opened the door himself to send Zhang Jun and the others away.

"Just stay here and don't cause too much noise."

Zhang Jun did not let the old man continue to send him off. It was too eye-catching to go out with such a big fanfare.

"The next time you come, please be sure to mention my name, Li Changxiao. I will definitely come over to serve you as soon as possible."

The old man stood at the top of the stairs, still slightly bent with a humble expression, watching the two people leave.

Just add one more sentence: "Sir, please remember to give me a five-star review."

It wasn't until Zhang Jun and Huang Mao's figures completely disappeared from his sight that the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But he did not straighten up immediately. Instead, he knelt down behind him in a more humble manner.

"Go ahead and ask the Nighteyes in the city to pay attention to the movements of these two people. They must inform me of every move at all times as quickly as possible."

The girl, with only half her body left, stood barefoot in front of the old man.

Her whole body was naked, and every hair revealed a holy and flawless glimmer.

The ethereal voice carries an irresistible tone.

The old man boldly raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him: "Master, do you think he is really an ancient and respected god?"

The girl turned her head sideways, and the half of the missing flesh and blood was gradually covered by shadow, forming a face with distorted features: "I don't know, maybe some ancient god is parasitic on his body. Anyway, just be careful. I I always feel that that god is not a kind person."

Recalling the exchange of eyes just now, her body could not help but shudder.

It was a power she had never seen before, infinitely close to primitiveness, only pure destruction.

Destroying all living beings, destroying gods, seems to include their kind...

"why are you not speaking?"

On the other side, Zhang Jun and Huang Mao had left the Shenlou and headed straight for the prison.

Huang Mao was eerily quiet on the road, following Zhang Jun silently.

Hearing Zhang Jun's inquiry, Huang Mao paused and stared at Zhang Jun's face seriously.

"Tell me the truth, are you Zhao Ju?"

Um? ?

Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment. Even his city was shocked by Huang Mao's words.

Could it be that this third senior brother realized that he was not the junior junior brother he originally was?
  "Were you taken away by the evil god?"

When Huang Mao saw that he was silent, he immediately took two steps back warily.

Hearing Huang Mao's words, Zhang Jun instantly had the urge to step forward and beat this guy up.

He rolled his eyes and said angrily: "If I were really the God of Guilty, I would cut you into pieces, remove your bones and cut your flesh as the first thing you did in Guixing Palace."

"I was forced to do it, and it was all your fault."

Huang Mao said angrily.

"Nonsense, can you survive without my elixir? I've drained all your money."

Zhang Jun pointed at Huang Mao's back with a smile, and his expression immediately straightened: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will give you another one when you get to the prison later."

The corner of Huang Mao's mouth twitched. Although he was very unhappy, he still closed his mouth.

"That's it."

Zhang Jun looked up at the huge egg-shaped building in front of him.

According to what Ga'emei said before, this dome is the so-called prison.

Looking at it, this place looks like a huge meat egg lying on the ground.

Thick flesh and blood formed a wall that was hundreds of meters high. The flesh and blood on it seemed to be driven by strong life force and was constantly squirming, as if it wanted to imprison everything inside.

Between the flesh and blood, there are some textures like blood vessels. Those are the life pulse of the entire prison, keeping the prison alive at all times.

The two looked at each other, took a deep breath, and walked inside one after the other.

On the door made of bones, countless skeletons seemed to sense something, and white phosphorus fire flashed in their eye sockets, looking towards the two people.

However, after seeing the shoulder armors on the shoulders of the two people, these skeletons immediately showed fearful eyes, not daring to make their eyes meet the two people's eyes.

"Kakakakaka..."

Just as the old man named Li Changxiao in the Shenlou said, with the blessing of these two strange objects, they can enter and exit the prison at will and anywhere.

So when the two of them approached, the skeletons in front of them had already opened an entrance for them on their own initiative.

"What a strong resentment!"

Huang Mao's eyes sparkled and he stared ahead. He already liked this place a little before he entered.

As a cursed body, the resentment here is an excellent training material for him.

But there is no such place in Wushengmen.

This is also the reason why even though he has such an awesome physique and skills, his cultivation speed is so slow.

"who are you?"

As soon as they entered the door, there were two jailers also wearing shoulder armor standing at the door looking at the two people.

"We are the new jailers, Zhang San and Li Si." Zhang Jun said.

They were both jailers, but when the eyes of the two jailers in front of them saw the shining black pupils on the yellow-haired shoulder armor, their expressions immediately changed, and their attitudes immediately became respectful.

"It turns out you are two adults. According to the rules, we will take you to see the God of Prison first."

"It's work."

Zhang Jun nodded, and then motioned to Huang Mao to walk ahead.

He had tried his best to suppress his strange aura and behaved like an ordinary jailer.

The matter of being in the limelight was naturally left to Huang Mao.

"Open the door!!"

The jailer saw this detail in his eyes, and looked at Huang Mao with even more awe. He roared, and the blood-red metal doors behind him opened one after another. Suddenly the strong smell of blood hit my face.

"Hi~"

This smell mixed with strong resentment made Huang Mao unable to help but take a greedy sip.

For a moment, I quickened my pace and walked inside.

Surprisingly, the space in the prison turned out to be exceptionally transparent.

The road paved with bluestones is lined with uniform cells on both sides.

It's just that these cells are all wrapped in black flesh and blood. Looking through the doors and windows of the cells, you can see a huge sarcoma inside the cells.

The sarcoma is like the heart in the human body, moving with a brisk rhythm.

Every time he squirms, he can hear the shrill screams coming from the sarcoma.

After taking a closer look, Zhang Jun discovered that there were actually six or seven people wrapped in these tumors.

The entire body of these people has been integrated with the sarcoma, leaving only one head outside.

These tumors seem to have a consciousness of their own and can bind the prisoner's body.

The sarcoma kept squeezing inward, squeezing their flesh and blood like orange juice, squeezing out fresh blood to feed the entire prison.

Every squirm was as painful as being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts to these prisoners, causing the prisoners in the cells to let out pitiful and painful wails.

"This is the first floor of the prison. Some less important prisoners are detained here. They are also important nutrients for the prison."

The jailer saw him staring inside in a daze, so he opened his mouth to explain to him.

Of course, this was mainly said to Huang Mao on the side.

"So that's it. So the ordinary prisoners are on the first floor, but what about the other prisoners? Are they treated in the same way?"

"Of course not. The vast majority of prisoners are being held on the second floor. Most of them are heretical believers captured from cities all over the country. They refused to convert to the Holy Land and chose to embrace the Way of Animals, so they were imprisoned here. , they would become sacrifices to the gods in times of need.”

"The Way of Animals?"

When Zhang Jun heard this, he instinctively thought that the jailer had made a mistake.

But he soon realized that it wasn't the jailer who was wrong.

But in the consciousness of the residents of Shenxiang, these people who believe in the holy way and do not respect education and refuse to be accepted into Shenxiang are just cattle.

For these people, just like chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs in reality, their only use value may be their thin and weak bodies.

This explains the matter of Xuannv Temple. To put it bluntly, the so-called Xuannv Temple is just a pig pen used by Shenxiang to raise humans.

The jailer didn't notice the slight change in Zhang Jun's expression, and just said to himself, "As for those serious criminals, they must be on the third floor."

The jailer didn't say what the third floor was like, but from the sneer on his face as he spoke, he knew that the third floor was definitely not a good place.

It seems that if there are no accidents, the son of the holy way should be on the third floor.

Along the way, Huang Mao greedily sucked up the desperate resentment in the cell.

For him, this is heaven, a holy land of cultivation that can only be encountered but not sought.

But at the same time, Huang Mao did not forget his mission. He looked around and occasionally took advantage of the privilege of his identity to point around and inquire about the secrets in the cell.

The two jailers also knew everything about this and talked about it endlessly.

He even directly passed Zhang Jun, stood around Huang Mao, and said in a flattering tone: "Sir, we are the rules in this cell, we are the gods, but there is only one thing to be careful about."

"Yes, yes, this is where Bai Jun killed the imprisoned dragon and used the placenta in her belly to create it. It is said that there was still a dragon species in the placenta at that time. Only the dragon was born and was imprisoned here by Bai Jun, so every night at three o'clock , we must also follow the rules, blow out the lights, enter the secret room to sacrifice to the dragon species, and extinguish the resentment in his heart."

Huang Mao nodded, looked back at Zhang Jun, and quietly sent a message to him: "It seems that this task is not difficult."

Huang Mao thought to himself that if they took advantage of the time difference when the guards entered the secret room to hide before the third watch, they might be able to easily bring the Son of the Holy Way out of the prison.

Zhang Jun also thinks this plan is good, but if the matter is really that simple, there is no reason why the people of the Holy Way have not been able to rescue the son of the Holy Way until now.

While the two were talking, the four of them had arrived at a door.

There were seven or eight jailers standing in front of the gate. These jailers were also stunned when they saw Zhang Jun and Huang Mao.

Ordinarily, this year is not the time to add more manpower to them, why did they suddenly add two new faces.

However, when they saw the pair of deep and cold pupils on the yellow-haired shoulder armor, all the doubts in these people's hearts were immediately dispelled.

"Quickly, go report to the prison god. The new master has arrived."

The two said to the two jailers guarding the door, with proud expressions, as if they had regarded themselves as Huang Mao's personal guards.

"Hold on."

The jailer guarding the door frowned and stared at the pupils on the yellow-haired shoulder armor for a long time before he reluctantly said to the two of them to wait.

Then he went in to deliver the news.

I thought it would be a matter of course, but as time passed by, Zhang Jun and Huang Mao were left outside the door waiting.

Now, the jailers who were originally interested in the two people immediately noticed something strange and distanced themselves from them.

As for the two jailers who led the way, their expressions became increasingly grim.

Standing where you are, neither leaving nor staying.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun frowned, called the two of them and asked, "Let me ask you, how many people are in charge of things in this prison."

The two looked at each other and explained: "In this prison, there are a total of three hundred jailers and three general soldiers. These three general soldiers are subordinate to the Prison God, the Punishment God, and the Priest. However, the position of the Priest is currently vacant, and the Punishment God has disappeared. It’s been a while.”

After hearing this, Zhang Jun understood immediately.

At a critical moment when someone is in control, a master suddenly appears who wants to decentralize power with someone else. It would be impossible for anyone to strike first with a stick to kill him.

"This guy!"

When Huang Mao heard this, he also understood that he was going to be killed like a chicken to these monkeys.

His face suddenly darkened, and he was about to get angry.

Although he was submissive in front of Zhang Jun, he had never been timid in front of others.

Moreover, now that he is protected by shoulder armor, his strength has far exceeded his usual strength several times, and with the help of Zhang Jun beside him, I don't believe that the other party can do anything to him.

But before he could make a move, Zhang Jun stretched out his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute, if someone dares to hit you with a killing stick, they must be fully prepared. If you rush forward rashly, you might find an excuse to kill him in the end." about you."

Although the old man said that he would recommend Huang Mao to become the next prison priest.

But the problem is that the premise of all this is based on the contribution of their hometown.

Now that people want to kill Wei Bang, there is nothing they can do.

"Then we're going to suffer like this?"

"Are you feeling it?"

Zhang Jun curled his lips and said helplessly: "Just wait, anyway, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years."

After saying that, Zhang Jun took a step back and distanced himself from Huang Mao.

Huang Mao didn't understand what it meant at first, but soon he saw Zhang Jun smilingly take out a spiritual stone and put it next to the guard: "Brother, please send a message, jailer Zhang San is here to report."

Now Huang Mao's mouth was almost twisted with anger. Good guy, do you plan on me to carry this killing stick alone?

The guard calmly took the spirit stone and gave Zhang Jun a look that would tell you: "Just wait."

With that said, he entered the door again and passed on.

At this time, the two jailers who were leading the way immediately retreated calmly. They lowered their heads as if they were whispering, and they continued talking farther and farther away, until they disappeared completely.

This time, Huang Mao's expression was simply not too exciting.

From being admired by all the stars to being betrayed and separated from relatives, this transformation process was so fast that it was hard for him to accept it for a while.

After a while, the guard who had just entered came out again.

Looking at Zhang Jun: "The prison god said that when you first arrive, you will stay with me and be responsible for patrolling the second-floor cells."

"More big brothers, I will ask you to give me more advice in the future."

With that said, Zhang Jun calmly put another spiritual stone into the opponent's pocket.

After accepting Zhang Jun's favor, the smile on the other party's face gradually brightened, and he smiled: "It's not a big deal, just call me Brother Niu from now on."

After saying that, Brother Niu looked at Huang Mao aside, the smile on his face faded, and he said with a smile: "Hey, this sir, the prison god is busy with official duties and has no time to arrange for you, but your strength is great, Please be responsible for delivering meals to the Lingweng Queen every day."

"puff……"

Upon hearing this errand, the guards watching the excitement couldn't help laughing.

Huang Mao didn't know what kind of errand this was, but from the laughing expressions of everyone, it was not difficult to tell that this was not a good errand.

But because he was stronger than others, Huang Mao could only accept it with a grimace, and he imitated Zhang Jun and said, "Just let Mr. Lao Shen do what you want."

Although he felt unhappy, he didn't feel any psychological burden for bowing his head like this. After all, it wasn't the first time.

"Someone, come and take this adult to familiarize yourself with the food delivery process."

Brother Niu pointed casually, and when he saw everyone dodging, he grabbed the slowest one and said, "It's just you, go quickly, we're about to start delivering food to the Lingwen ladies. If you delay things, I'll steal you." skin."

"Brother Niu..."

"Go!"

"Okay." The jailer who was forced to lead Huang Mao lowered his head, but Zhang Jun saw at a glance that this guy's lips moved a few times when he lowered his head, as if he was greeting someone's parents.

After Huang Mao followed the other party reluctantly and left, Brother Niu turned to Zhang Jun and said, "Don't blame the prison god. This place is extraordinary. It is common for several jailors to disappear accidentally. He is too high-profile. The prison god is also sharpening his character."

Zhang Jun nodded, affirming Brother Niu's words firmly: "Yes, yes, yes, Lao Shen, he has good intentions, but I am not familiar with this guy, I hope he can figure it out for himself, no Let’s live up to the prison god’s hard work.”

When Brother Niu heard this, the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Let's go. I'll take you around the second floor first and teach you the rules here."

"Ok."

Zhang Jun followed obediently and followed Brother Niu to the second floor.

"By the way, Brother Niu, Empress Lingweng is..."

Brother Niu turned around and saw Zhang Jun's curious expression. He couldn't help but smile on his face. He grinned evilly and said, "Hey, those are all beautiful, gentle and considerate ladies..."

　Woo hoo hoo, I feel the enthusiasm of Shandong people, but my body really can't bear it. Fortunately, the drunk driving inspections in Shandong are very serious. I used the excuse to drive and not drink. Otherwise, I guess I won't be able to write code tonight. It's really clever. as me……

　　
  　
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