I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 307: Talking in prison and fighting to the end.

Shenxiang.

Outside the prison door stood twelve large iron pots, with black liquid in them bubbling.

The bodies of the ordinary people who were brought here began to twist after the jailers forcibly drank a mouthful of black liquid.

The limbs were stretched, and the bones all over the body made "knock-knock-knock" sounds. Amid the painful screams, the body turned into a square field shape.

The most terrifying thing is that even if they are transformed by this strange force, they are still alive.

There are no openings in the flesh wall of the prison, like a big mouth of the abyss, swallowing up these deformed residents. After the transformation of the prison, they become the filling material for a gap.

"hurry up!!"

Goudan held the whip and whipped the residents viciously. His eyes were red, and the four iron ropes behind him jingled. From time to time, they were like a beast's tail lashing hard at the residents who resisted.

Since following Huang Mao, Goudan has now become a famous person.

More than a hundred guards in the prison must obey his arrangements.

In addition, Huang Mao didn't care about anything on weekdays and just lay in the arms of Lingweng ladies and enjoyed the gentle home. In other words, Goudan was now the leader of the entire prison.

Feeling the fearful looks of everyone around him and the awe of his colleagues, Goudan felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life at this moment.

This was something he never dared to dream about before, but now he could achieve it so easily. This not only made Goudan feel like a dream, but even made him lie quietly in bed late at night. Sometimes, it feels a little unreal.

At this moment, a figure approached in the distance. Goudan didn't pay attention at first, but in the blink of an eye, the figure had already appeared beside him.

"Where is your master?"

It wasn't until the other party spoke that Goudan suddenly woke up. After seeing the person clearly, he quickly knelt on the ground and said, "Greetings to the True Lord Lei Dao."

True Lord Lei Dao, this is an imperial title given to him by Lord Bai.

It can also be regarded as a sign of recognition that he has become a member of Shenxiang.

Zhang Jun did not refuse, which can be regarded as a kind of acquiescence. Although he did not have specific power to himself, a title was enough for him.

Faced with Zhang Jun's inquiry, Goudan did not dare to show any slightness and hurriedly explained: "The priest is in retreat, but you have already given orders. As long as you say so, we will be able to obey your arrangements."

"Find someone to take me to the prison. I want to go in and see that bald donkey."

"Yes, please come this way."

Goudan led the way in person with a smile on his face. The surrounding jailers looked at the two retreating figures with somewhat complicated expressions.

When these two came, no one took them seriously.

But in the blink of an eye, one of them became a priest, and the other was conferred a title by Lord Bai himself. They were both unattainable existences.

To say that the winner in life is probably Godan.

"Sir, this holy thief should be detained on the third floor. However, the third floor was seriously damaged and has not been fully restored yet, so he is temporarily detained on the second floor."

After saying that, he quickly added: "The priest personally took action, and coupled with the rules of the prison, no matter how powerful he is, it will be difficult for him to fly."

Zhang Jun nodded and followed Goudan to the cell at the deepest level on the second floor.

Through the gap in the cell door, Zhang Jun saw Monk Jingye sitting cross-legged on the ground. Although he was not tricked, he was seriously injured. In addition, third senior brother Huang Mao took action, planting three kinds of curses and aging on him. , disease, weakness, even if Monk Jingye is a strong man at the Taoist level, he can't afford to make waves at this moment.

When Goudan was delivered to the place, he immediately turned around and left.

As soon as he was gone, Zhang Jun opened the cell door and walked in.

"What are you here for?"

Monk Jingye raised his head. His originally fair and rosy face had shriveled up, as if the flesh inside had been taken away, leaving only dry and black skin hanging on his cheeks.

"It's a small matter. I'd like to meet you for a drink and a chat. After all, I'm actually quite bored here."

Zhang Jun said, and deliberately took out some wine, meat, snacks and other items from the storage bag and placed them in front of the two of them.

Hearing Zhang Jun's words, Monk Jingye's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he sneered with a grin: "I thought you were also a person who cared about the world and volunteered to save the common people. I didn't expect that you are just like that. A poor monk is blind. Damn it, God is blind too, to allow a guy like you to enter the world!"

If Monk Jingye hadn't been seriously injured now, he would have rushed up to fight Zhang Jun as soon as he saw him.

Zhang Jun, however, looked indifferent and poured a glass of wine for Monk Jingye: "This is vegetarian wine."

"You're right, but you're not right, but I won't argue with you about this. It's boring. I have a piece of news here that should be of great interest to you."

"what!"

"The Holy Way intends to depose the Holy Son."

"impossible!"

Monk Jingye immediately rejected Zhang Jun's remarks.

Zhang Jun just looked at Monk Jingye. The two looked at each other. For a moment, Monk Jingye's face turned ugly and he suddenly moved forward: "Why do you say that!"

"Wang Bofu's grandson, Wang Xiansheng led others to humiliate the Holy Son. The Holy Son could not bear the humiliation, and finally decided to compete with Wang Xiansheng and others on the Qingyi Festival tomorrow. Fairy Ling has already spoken out and decided not to support the Holy Son anymore."

Zhang Jun said a lot in one breath, which made Monk Jingye almost scream in surprise.

He instinctively wanted to reject Zhang Jun's words, but when he opened his mouth, he was surprised to find that he could not find any flaw in this sentence.

Not only the time, place, and people, but also the situation in the holy way can be clearly understood.

It is not difficult to know Wang Bofu. He is an elder of the Holy Way and has a prominent reputation, but it is not easy to know his grandson's Wang Xiansheng.

Wang Xiansheng has never left the Holy City, and there is no information about him from the outside world.

Therefore, there is only one possibility to know his name. There is a spy from Shenxiang in the Holy City.

At this moment, Monk Jingye was also confused. This was the key to the survival of the holy way.

Zhang Jun was able to say Wang Xiansheng's name in one breath, which made Monk Jingye feel troubled in his heart.

Seeing that he fell silent, Zhang Jun continued unhurriedly; "Li Bochang is not bad. He gave his Qinghong Sword to the Holy Son. Maybe the Holy Son still has some hope in the battle tomorrow."

Hearing Zhang Jun's words, Monk Jingye frowned: "Tell me, what do you want to ask?"

"Some small things, such as the Holy Son's current situation is very dangerous. If you are still with him, you may be able to protect him, but now..."

Zhang Jun shook his head: "Tell me, who else can the Holy Son rely on in the Holy Path? Don't talk to me about the leader of the Holy Path. If he could come forward to protect him, he would have come forward long ago."

"What exactly do you want to do!"

Monk Jingye stared at the young man in front of him, and the more he looked at him, the more frightened he became. Before, he only thought of this kid as a chess piece with good potential.

But now, he couldn't see through this kid. Instead, he felt that his mind was deep and the city was unfathomable.

"Hehe." Zhang Jun said with a smile: "What if I want to tell you that I want to help the Holy Son?"

After hearing Zhang Jun's words, the first thing that came to Monk Jingye's mind was two words, trap!

But he didn't know what Zhang Jun wanted to do, and he also wanted to know how Zhang Jun could do it, and he was tangled in his heart for a while.

"What on earth are you going to do?"

This time Monk Jingye asked the same question for the third time. It was not because he was verbose, but because he was really confused by Zhang Jun's brain circuit.

"I don't join the Holy Way because even if I go to the Holy Way, there will be no place for me in the Holy Way, just like that Li Bochang. But it doesn't mean that I am willing to help Shenxiang. Now I give the Holy Son a chance, maybe it will help It’s also an opportunity for you.”

"Do you think I will believe you?"

"believe it or not."

Zhang Jun did not come to discuss with Monk Jingye at all: "If you don't want to, then just wait until the Holy Son is deposed. Don't say I didn't remind you that no matter whether you win or lose tomorrow, the Holy Son will definitely be in danger. No With a strong support, his situation in the holy way is not as safe as being in this prison."

With that said, Zhang Jun got up and left.

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing that Zhang Jun was about to leave, Monk Jingye hurriedly called to him and raised his head to look at Zhang Jun: "This matter will not do you any good. If you help the Holy Son like this, aren't you afraid of Mr. Bai?"

Zhang Jun was silent for a few seconds, then turned his head and said, "Maybe, this is what Mr. Bai wants me to do."

After walking out of the prison, Zhang Jun raised his head and glanced in the direction where Bai Jun lived.

In his mind, he couldn't help but think of the request Bai Jun mentioned that day.

"At this critical moment, I hope you can help the Holy Way and let them win!"

When Mr. Bai mentioned this request, Zhang Jun, like Monk Jingye, was full of doubts.

But when I was in retreat these past few days, I also thought about this issue carefully.

Until he thought about the outcome of the original Buddha-Conspiracy War. On the surface, it was humanity's ultimate greed that led to the destruction of this world.

But through the reliefs he saw in Baijun's palace, he learned that in the end people threw all the monks into the well.

Taking the hope of a world as a sacrifice, isn't this the most precious thing?

It's a pity that the relief did not tell in the end what was the result of throwing those monks into the well.

He took this as an inference that perhaps Bai Jun's idea was to re-enact the story in the mural, but with the characters in the mural reversed.

As for what Bai Jun's purpose was, Zhang Jun actually didn't know.

But one day he was sure that there should be a deeper and bigger secret hidden in that well. He must have more power and resources before he could be qualified to sit at the chess table and act as a chess player. character of.

Early the next morning, before dawn, the Holy City had already begun to prepare for the festive atmosphere.

Qingyi Festival is the biggest festival every year in the Holy City, equivalent to the Spring Festival in real life.

This festival often takes three days to end.

But this time there was something different.

On the one hand, it is the return of the Holy Son. Regardless of whether everyone likes him or not, his return means that the Holy Way can open the door to the treasure house and take out the treasures inside and distribute them to everyone.

On the other hand, news has spread that after the Qingyi Festival, the Holy Path will launch a full-scale counterattack on Shenxiang, which is destined to be a huge battle.

Many people know in their hearts that this may be the last festival in their lives.

Because of this, the atmosphere of this festival has been highly anticipated by people.

You can see that the doors and windows of every house are wide open, lights are decorated, and all kinds of delicacies are delivered outside for people to enjoy.

The roar of firecrackers continued.

It was already crowded with people early on, and pedestrians were like water.

"Holy Son, look, there's a lion dance going on down there. It's so lively."

Xia Shu stood in front of the window, pointed at the lively scene downstairs and said happily. It was only after she finished speaking that she realized that she had said the wrong thing. She immediately covered her mouth with a guilty conscience and looked back at the Holy Son sitting behind her.

Zhang Jun touched Da Fei who was chewing bones with one hand. He seemed to feel something and smiled: "It doesn't matter. Although I can't see it, I can still hear it. I have been imprisoned in Shenxiang for ten years. It has been a long time." I have never heard such lively movement and laughter.”

Xia Shu looked at the face with gauze wrapped around her eyes, feeling both guilty and distressed. Turning his eyes, he saw a pair of young people quietly cuddling together in the corner downstairs, which made his nose sore for no reason.

"Xia Shu, please help me with something."

"what?"

Xia Shu blinked and walked to him.

Zhang Jun gently took her arm and said, "Help me find An Xiang and tell him this..."

As he spoke, Zhang Junfu came forward and whispered a secret message in Xia Shu's ear.

As Xia Shu listened to the secret words, she felt a warm and moist feeling in her ears. For a moment, she couldn't help but think of the young man and woman she had just seen at the window, and her heart beat faster.

"Xia Shu? Xia Shu?"

Zhang Jun didn't get a response and was stunned for a moment, thinking that this secret message wouldn't be difficult at all? Didn't you remember it?

Fortunately, his eyeballs were gone, so his soul induction could only show a black and white picture, and he couldn't clearly see Xia Shu's flushed face and eyes with a look of awe at this moment.

Otherwise, based on his experience as a scumbag in reality, he would have to tell at a glance that this young lady is already in love with her.

"Ah, I...I remember."

Fortunately, although Xia Shu was uncertain, she had already memorized all the secret words in her heart.

As if he had a guilty conscience, he immediately stood up and said, "Then I'll go right away."

"Well, okay, go and come back quickly."

Zhang Jun nodded. It would be best to leave this matter to Xia Shu.

Otherwise, if he came forward, he would be too eye-catching.

Soon after Xia Shu left, several people came to the door.

"Holy Son, today is the Qingyi Festival. The leader asked us to invite you to the front hall to participate in the Qingyi Ceremony."

The Tsing Yi Ceremony is just an ordinary banquet.

Normally, the Holy Son does not have to attend, especially for someone as seriously injured as him. Even if he does attend the banquet, it will not officially start until night.

To put it bluntly, he came here so early to call himself, not to attend some banquet. I guess Wang Xiansheng and the others couldn't wait any longer.

"Since I can't wait any longer, it might as well be earlier."

Zhang Jun smiled evilly, patted Da Fei's head gently, and jumped sideways onto the saddle on Da Fei's back.

Then he came to the door, raised his head and said, "Lead the way."

The road to the front hall was already crowded with people. Wang Xiansheng was afraid that he would regret it, so on the day Zhang Jun agreed to fight, he immediately had people spread the news.

At this moment, these people have come here early to watch the excitement.

"The Son is here!"

When Zhang Jun rode Da Fei to the front hall, everyone immediately focused their attention on him.

However, various slanders and comments were also heard from the crowd at inappropriate times.

"The Holy Son is just a cripple. This time I just took the opportunity to cripple him."

"Yes, how can my dignified son of the Holy Dao be a cripple? Besides, he has been captured by Shenxiang for so many years."

"To be able to live in Shenxiang for so long, there is no guarantee that he didn't survive by kneeling down and licking those weird gods. I don't accept that this kind of trash can be the Holy Son."

"It's a pity, Master Jingye, this time it's really a small gain but a big loss. No wonder Fairy Ling has already released the news and will no longer support the Holy Son."

Everyone was talking a lot, and no matter how quiet the voice was, it could still be clearly heard by everyone in the front hall.

"Holy Son, be careful, Wang Xiansheng... wuwu..."

Zhang Jun turned around and saw that it was Li Bochang's figure just now, but it was interrupted by someone. He used his soul to sense it and found that someone had taken him away.

The protector back then was now in his current state, which made Zhang Jun feel sad.

When he came to the front hall.

Yuanshen sensed it, and the hall was already filled with people.

Among them, there are four people with particularly strong Qi. Sitting right in front, they exude invisible Tao charm. They are obviously four Tao-level masters.

But in addition to the four of them, there is also a powerful aura, but this aura has reached the level of returning to nature. When my own soul senses it, I can't feel the other party's condition.

It was as if there was a white mist ahead, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

That should be the so-called leader of the holy way, but unfortunately, he cannot be seen clearly.

Before Zhang Jun could sit down, he heard Wang Xiansheng's voice.

"Holy Son, the day before yesterday you and I agreed to fight today. Holy Son will not forget it."

Wang Xiansheng stood up and stared at Zhang Jun with dazzling eyes.

"Of course not. If you want to, I can take action now." Zhang Jun turned his cheek and said in a frivolous voice.

Before Wang Xian could respond, one of the four elders sitting in the main seat said, "This is a good day. It's rare for the Holy Son to return. Ordinarily, we shouldn't take action."

He said this as if he was on Zhang Jun's side, but then he continued: "But for the holidays, there should be a program to add to the fun. It's just that a simple fight is not enough, so why don't you two add some bonuses?" how."

Zhang Jun turned his head and asked with a smile: "Elder, I have been away from home for a long time and I don't recognize your voice. May I ask who you are?"

"Hey, the Holy Son forgot, I am Yueling Palace, Shen Feng."

"Oh, it turns out to be Elder Shen. What kind of lottery are you planning to make?"

"I heard that you have a magical flying sword in your hand, the Qinghong Sword. Let's use this as a bonus. I won't bully you, so I will make a bet with you with the Purple Gold Bowl and the Qianshan Shield."

As he spoke, Elder Shen took out two magic weapons, both of which were the best among second-grade magic weapons.

Elder Shen completely placed these two treasures on the table to show justice.

"Hahaha, Elder Shen, I heard your calculations even in the latrine." Zhang Jun joked with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, everyone burst into laughter.

Elder Shen's mouth twitched, and just when he was about to get angry, Zhang Jun took out the Qinghong Sword and threw it on the table.

Then he took out the treasures he had obtained in the Sutra Pavilion and threw them on the table: "Since it is a bet, everyone should participate. I will make a rule. These prizes will be used as a prize pool, and the winner will get it. If someone wants to challenge the winner, he only needs to come up with lottery tickets of the same value, and he can continue to challenge until no one dares to challenge."

Everyone was surprised when they saw the Holy Son taking out so many things in one go.

"Jin Yuan Sheng Sheng Dan, Yin Yang Purgatory Knife, Twelve Golden Armor Puppet, and these pills..."

Everyone's eyes widened when they saw these treasures on the table.

These are all treasures, and together with the Qinghong Sword, the other three elders looked at each other and began to feel excited.

As for Elder Shen, his expression was not that good. Zhang Jun's rule was to extend the fight. If he had known this, he should not have opened the mouth for Wang Bofu. Instead, he benefited from it.

"Then it's settled. Since you, Elder Shen, have won the first round of lottery, please invite your Shen family to appear first."

Surprisingly, Wang Bowu did not let Wang Xiansheng die, but instead gave this opportunity to Elder Shen.

This was different from their original plan. Elder Shen was not prepared, but this did not affect him. He looked around and saw a disciple of their Shen family. He pointed to the young man in the crowd with a smile: "In that case, Shen Rui, come and learn from the Holy Son."

"it is good!"

Shen Rui's eyes shone in the crowd. Whether it was a lottery or being able to defeat this blind man, it would be of great benefit to him. He immediately jumped out and came to the center of the front hall.

Zhang Jun jumped off Da Fei and walked to the middle with empty hands.

"You...that's it? Empty-handed?"

Seeing Zhang Jun's empty hands, Shen Rui couldn't help but hesitate.

"Then let's use the borrowed sword."

Zhang Jun said with a smile.

"My sword! How can I lend it to you?" Shen Rui obviously didn't understand what Zhang Jun said.

Zhang Jun raised his head with a smile and said, "If I beat you, won't you lend it to me?"

Now Shen Rui immediately realized that the blind man in front of him was playing tricks on him, and immediately said angrily: "You are looking for death!"

As he spoke, Shen Rui launched his flying sword, and twelve sword shadows formed in an instant, like twelve dragons killing Zhang Jun.

Everyone's expressions froze. This Shen Rui is a master of concentration. This twelve green dragon swords have already shown signs of transforming into dragons. As long as they take another step and receive the blessing of the power of the stars, they can transform into dragons.

On the other hand, although the Holy Son was once a monster, now he is only in the realm of concentrating on controlling objects, so how can he be Shen Rui's opponent.

It's just that Zhang Jun has a completely different view from everyone else. In his opinion, Shen Rui's swordsmanship is simply ordinary, and he has not understood the essence of swordsmanship at all. It seems that the sword energy is powerful, but in fact it has exposed his own weaknesses. , no threat.

Seeing the twelve sword rays coming in an instant, Zhang Jun's figure dived forward fiercely. His movements under his feet were like ghosts, passing straight through the gaps in the sword rays. It was the movement of chasing stars and chasing shadows.

With a body shape like the wind, he instantly circled behind his opponent and launched a swift sweeping kick in an attempt to knock him down.

However, Shen Rui reacted very quickly, and his sword technique changed instantly. He easily dodged with a roundhouse slash, and at the same time, the sword edge turned and struck head-on.

When Zhang Jun saw this, he didn't dodge. He raised his hand and punched the sword edge.

This boxing technique was the nameless boxing technique that Xue Haitang taught him.

Since he turned to wielding a sword, he has rarely used it. Now when he strikes out again, a bright golden light shines on his fist, as if there is a golden tiger attached to his fist.

"Boom!"

The tip of the sword collided with the palm of his hand, causing sparks to fly. The huge power shook Shen Rui's mind. In such a dazed moment, Zhang Jun suddenly jumped up and struck the opponent's neck with an elbow.

Shen Rui was startled to realize that something was wrong, and the sword force changed and he tried to block it.

However, Zhang Jun suddenly changed his fierce boxing style. The wind of the boxing was soft and changeable in an instant. With a move of the golden snake wrapped in silk hand, he buckled it upside down in Shen Rui's tiger's mouth. With a pinch and twist, Shen Rui's palm was torn apart. The huge pain that cracked his lungs caused him to unconsciously drop the sword in his hand.

Before he could recover, Zhang Jun kicked him in the chest, sending him flying out and hitting the crowd watching the excitement.

Now, everyone who originally thought that Shen Rui would win suddenly became stupid. They were defeated by someone even though the opponent was disabled and unarmed.

Isn't this guy already a useless person? ? Why are you so fierce?

Zhang Jun held this ninth-grade magical weapon, the Flying Sword, and flicked his fingers on the sword, making a light sound.

"What a sword."

Then he shook a sword flower and stood with his sword behind his back. Although he couldn't see it, he still looked around. Finally, he stopped at Wang Xiansheng, raised his chin and smiled: "Who else is there!"

(End of this chapter)