Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

The black shadow was like a ghost, flashing strange light and instantly surrounded the two of them.

Jiang Qiong's heart tightened and he tried to retreat quickly, but found that he had been restrained and unable to move.

"What is this?" Jiang Feng shouted in horror and tried to break free, but no matter how hard he tried, the power of the black shadow seemed as strong as steel and locked him tightly.

"Hmph, what a stupid boy!" The old woman smiled coldly, a smug gleam in her eyes. She waved the magic weapon in her hand again, and the spiritual energy instantly condensed, turning into a powerful light, and went straight towards the two of them.

"Jiang Qiong, think of a solution quickly!" Jiang Feng shouted anxiously, his heart filled with despair.

However, the old woman's attack had already come quietly, and the light pierced towards them like lightning.

Jiang Qiong's heart sank as he watched the light about to hit him. He tried to mobilize the power of the spirit puppet, but the spirit puppet was imprisoned by the black shadow and could not move at all.

"It's over!" The old woman sneered and swung the magic weapon in her hand violently. The light cut down like a sharp blade.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the light and the black shadow collided, making a deafening noise, and the whole yard seemed to be shaking.

The power of the black shadow still firmly locked Jiang Qiong and Jiang Feng, and they were unable to fight back.

"We... are finished..." Jiang Feng's voice was weak and his heart was filled with fear.

"Don't give up!" Jiang Qiong gritted her teeth and persisted, trying to find an opportunity, but at this moment, the old woman's attack had already arrived, and the light poured down like a storm.

At this critical moment, the old woman swung the magic weapon in her hand suddenly, and the black shadow instantly grew larger, as if it turned into a huge net, tightly wrapping Jiang Qiong and Jiang Feng.

Their consciousness was completely suppressed at that moment, the world in front of them gradually became blurred, and the sounds in their ears became distant.

The old woman smiled coldly and waved the magic weapon in her hand again. The light rushed over like a torrent and went straight towards the two of them.

"Ah——" The voices of Jiang Qiong and Jiang Feng disappeared in the light, and their consciousness seemed to be swallowed by the darkness, falling into endless silence.

When Jiang Qiong woke up again, she found herself trapped in a dark and damp room, surrounded by cold stone walls, with only faint light coming in through the cracks.

Jiang Qiong tried to open his eyes and felt a severe headache. He thought to himself:
"This is where?"

Jiang Qiong looked around. The darkness around him made it difficult for him to adapt for a moment. The dazzling light shone through the cracks in the stone wall and hit his face, bringing a hint of coldness.

He tried to raise his hands, but found that his limbs were locked with rough iron chains. The chains rubbed against his skin, making a harsh sound, as if mocking his weakness.

He looked around and found himself in a dark and damp prison.

The walls were made of rough stones, covered with moss, and exuded a musty and damp smell.

Drops of water slowly seeped out from the corners of the wall, dripping onto the ground, making a dull sound.

The floor of the cell was paved with stone slabs and was cold.

He tried to stand up, but fell back to the ground due to the restraint of the chains, and a wave of despair surged in his heart.

Jiang Qiong sat weakly on the ground, the sound of dripping water in his ears seemed to be accompanying his despair.

The darkness around him seemed to be alive, making him shudder.

Upon closer inspection, the walls were covered with strange array patterns, flickering with faint light.

These array patterns were interwoven in complex shapes, forming small circles that emitted a faint cold aura, as if warning him: This was not a simple prison, but a confined space.

Jiang Qiong raised his head hard, trying to see the meaning of these formations.

Each line emitted a faint blue light, illuminating a small area around him.

His heart tightened as he realized that these array patterns might be used to limit his cultivation and prevent him from escaping this place.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qiong felt uneasy. Could it be that he was really trapped in a powerful formation?

Jiang Qiong felt bitter. Was she going to be trapped here, with no chance of escape?
He struggled hard, and the chains rubbed against him, making a harsh sound, as if mocking his weakness.

At this moment, the cell door creaked, and a faint light shone through the crack. Jiang Qiong's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he looked towards the door nervously.

A tall and burly jailer walked in. He was wearing a black coarse cloth. His clothes were covered with dirt and blood and looked very dirty.

His face was shrouded in shadow, with only a pair of cunning and sinister eyes gleaming in the darkness.

The jailer held a thick iron rod in his hand and walked with heavy footsteps, as if every step was declaring his majesty.

The jailer walked to the cell door and glanced at Jiang Qiong coldly, with a mocking smile on his face, as if he was enjoying his despair.

"Are you the thief that the old woman caught?"

The jailer's voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of disdain, and he said coldly:

"You are really courting death. You actually dare to come and cause trouble for the Vulture Gang!"

Jiang Qiong tried to stay calm and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The jailer laughed loudly, his voice echoing in the narrow cell: "What for? Of course, I want you to reflect on your actions here. Don't expect to escape, or you will die."

Jiang Qiong's heart sank as she realized that she was in an extremely dangerous situation.

He looked around, trying to find any possible way of escape, but there was almost nothing useful in this cell.

There were solid stone walls on all sides, with only the heavy iron door and chains binding him tightly.

The jailer seemed bored with his struggle and turned away.

The cell door was locked again, and the heavy sound of the lock echoed in Jiang Qiong's ears like a declaration of death.

Jiang Qiong felt a surge of despair, but she couldn't give up at this time.

He must find a chance to escape and find Jiang Feng.

Jiang Qiong closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, trying to sense the existence of the spirit puppet.

Just then, there was a low conversation outside the cell. Jiang Qiong pricked up his ears, trying to catch more information.

He heard the jailer talking to another person. The voice was low and unclear, but the word "sacrifice" mentioned in it made his heart tighten.

"I must find a way to escape!" Jiang Qiong secretly swore in his heart that he would never let himself become a victim.

He began to observe his surroundings carefully, looking for any opportunities he could exploit, determined to break the endless darkness and see the light again.

In the dark cell, Jiang Qiong tried hard to keep his mind clear.

He scanned the surroundings again, trying to find any clues that could help him escape.
The walls were covered with moss and cracks, and gave off a damp, musty smell.

The sound of water dripping in the corner still echoed in his ears, as if accompanying his powerless struggle.

At this moment, a deep and old voice suddenly came from my ear: "Boy, don't despair."

Jiang Qiong was shocked and looked in the direction of the sound. She found a faint light coming through the wall of the next cell.

He moved closer to the wall and looked through the gap, and saw an old monk sitting in the corner of the cell with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating.

His figure appeared thin and old in the dim light, with a head of white hair scattered like silver threads and his face covered with wrinkles, as if he had experienced countless storms.

The old monk was wearing a tattered gray robe that was covered in dirt and blood, and the threads at the corners of the robe had long been worn out.

Despite this, his temperament still appeared elegant, as if a glimmer of light was still shining in this dark cell.

Jiang Qiong noticed that he was holding a thick sword in his hand, and his cane was carved with complex spiritual patterns, emitting a faint spiritual energy.

"Who are you?" Jiang Qiong couldn't help but ask, her heart full of doubts.

"My name is Baiyun, and I'm a casual Taoist."

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Jiang Qiong through the darkness of the cell, with a trace of kindness in his expression, he slowly spoke:

"I've been here for a long time and have seen too many deaths and separations."

"If you want to escape, listen to me."

Jiang Qiong's heart moved, and he quickly asked: "Do you know how to escape?"

Bai Yun nodded, with a mysterious smile on his face: "There is a secret passage here that can take you away."

"But you need to attract the patrol's attention so I can move smoothly."

"Secret passage?" Jiang Qiong's heart was shaken, as if she saw the dawn of hope, and she couldn't help but ask, "Where is it?"

"It's at the lower right corner of the wall behind you." Bai Yun pointed to the corner and whispered, "But don't act rashly. The patrolling jailers are not easy to deal with."

"They are extremely alert, and the slightest disturbance will lead to their death."

Jiang Qiong felt nervous and asked, "Then what should I do?"

"You need to make some noise to attract their attention." Bai Yun's voice became more serious, and he said quietly: "I will make a move in secret and take you away through my teleportation array here."

Jiang Qiong took a deep breath and his mind quickly worked, thinking about how to create some noise.

He looked around and his eyes fell on the corner of the cell where there was a loose stone that could be used to make a noise.

"I understand." Jiang Qiong nodded and made up his mind.

He began to slowly approach the corner, silently repeating in his heart: "I must succeed!"

Just then, heavy footsteps were heard outside the cell. Jiang Qiong's heart suddenly tightened. The jailer came again.

Just as Jiang Qiong secretly made up his mind, the cell door was opened again, and the heavy iron door made a harsh sound.

Jiang Qiong's heart beat faster and she turned her head nervously, only to see the jailer walking in again, followed by a burly prisoner.

The prisoner's body was covered with scars, and his face was covered with hideous scars, making him look extremely vicious.

His hair was messy, as if it hadn't seen water for months, and it stuck to his face, covering part of his features.

Those eyes were like two black stones, flashing with a sinister light and revealing an unconcealable ferocity.

The jailer pushed him into the cell, a sneer on his face: "Boy, you're going to have a good day today. Let me introduce you to this new friend."

"His name is Zhang Hu, and he is a ruthless character who kills without blinking an eye."

As soon as Zhang Hu came in, he looked at Jiang Qiong with his sinister eyes, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Boy, it seems that you are a newcomer. I heard that you have some skills."

"Give me a massage of my legs, and I'll let you live."

Jiang Qiong couldn't help but look cold when he heard this. How dare this guy be so rude.

He smiled coldly, thinking to himself that he didn't want to give in under such circumstances.

So he shook his head slightly and refused: "I have no obligation to do this for you."

Zhang Hu's expression darkened instantly, the smile on his lips disappeared, replaced by a fierce aura, and he angrily said: "You dare to refuse me?"

"I'm telling you, if you don't give me a smack on the leg today, you'll have to endure my wrath!"

Jiang Qiong felt angry and knew that she could not show weakness in this situation.

So he looked Zhang Hu straight in the eye and said without flinching, "Get out if you don't want to die!"

Zhang Hu was angered by Jiang Qiong's attitude and suddenly rushed towards him, wanting to punch Jiang Qiong hard in the face.

Fortunately, Jiang Qiong was prepared. He quickly dodged to the side and then threw a heavy punch back, hitting Zhang Hu in the abdomen.

Zhang Hu groaned and his face twisted instantly. He obviously didn't expect that this seemingly thin young man could be so strong.

While Zhang Hu was still not able to react, Jiang Qiong attacked him mercilessly. Dozens of punches fell like raindrops, hitting Zhang Hu's face and abdomen.

Zhang Hu was beaten back repeatedly, the ferocity on his face was instantly replaced by pain, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

"You...you dare to hit me!" Zhang Hu roared angrily and weakly, with disbelief in his eyes.

"Not only do I dare to hit you, I will also beat you so hard that you don't even have the strength to get up!" Jiang Qiong roared, his fists falling like raindrops, without any mercy.

Zhang Hu finally realized that he had underestimated Jiang Qiong and tried desperately to fight back, but Jiang Qiong's speed and strength completely suppressed him.

Each of Jiang Qiong's punches fell like thunder. Zhang Hu's face became paler and paler. In the end, he could only protect his head with both hands and let Jiang Qiong's fists fall.

At this moment, the jailer heard the noise outside the door, his face changed slightly, and he immediately opened the door of the cell and shouted angrily: "What are you doing!"

Seeing this, Jiang Qiong's heart tightened and he quickly stopped, turned to face the jailer, and secretly thought about how to deal with the situation.

Zhang Hu took the opportunity to get up from the ground, panting, his face full of anger and unwillingness, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"I...I didn't hit him, he was the first to attack!" Zhang Hu stuttered, trying to defend himself.

The jailer sneered, his eyes moving between the two men, as if assessing the situation.

Suddenly, his eyes turned and stared at Jiang Qiong, with a sinister smile on his face: "Boy, it seems that you have some skills."

"But here, no one can hit anyone casually, especially a character like Zhang Hu. You are really in big trouble today." (End of this chapter)