The Great Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 270
"Hehe, Lord Ji don't mind if you don't beat or obey these lowly bastards." The jailer smiled obsequiously, and continued to guide Ji Chuan forward.

Along the way, many lingering prisoners in the cells on both sides quietly opened their eyes, like eyes shining in the dark night, with a feeling of horror.

Ji Chuan glanced at the jailer with great interest, and joked, "I didn't expect you to be quite majestic here."

The jailer was startled, thinking that he had robbed Lord Qianhu of his prestige, and hurriedly said in fear and fear: "My lord, forgive me, how can a villain compare to an adult? As a Jinyiwei Qianhu, the adult has unparalleled power and power, and the villain is just a pickle. , can't compare..."

As he spoke, the jailer shook his head and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Ji Chuan waved his hand, and sighed secretly in his heart, feeling more and more that Jin Yiwei's power is astonishing, even a thousand households in the capital can walk sideways.

Under normal circumstances, no one dares to provoke them at all.

This jailer is not an ordinary person. The governor of the Zhenfu Department has great power, and the prisoners in the jail have to pass through his hands, so there is too much room for manipulation.

Even so, when you meet Ji Chuan, you still have to flatter and try to get closer.

Everyone knows that Ji Chuan is at the top of Jinyiwei, and there is no secret in private. Ji Chuan's promotion speed is terrifying.

In the future, this lord of a thousand households will not be on the rise, and he may even be able to be a town governor in the future. If he doesn't curry favor at this time, when will he wait?

"Take me to see the Shaolin disciples, today I will take them away." Walking in the dark prison, Ji Chuan said calmly.

The jailer had obviously received the news a long time ago, and upon hearing the words, he did not show any surprise, and said with a flattering smile: "My lord, don't worry, those Shaolin disciples are tough, but your lord's subordinates are much more powerful than my ineffective subordinates. The disciple is better than anyone else now."

Speaking of this, the jailer couldn't help but think of the deaf-mute boy, even though he was thin and weak, he was more ruthless than anyone else in his strikes.

They were all prison guards, and they had never seen any torture, but they still trembled a little in front of the deaf-mute boy, and their hearts were slightly cold.

Ji Chuan smiled and did not speak. The first seven chapters of the Xingshien Technique were all about brutal torture, which was much more than the two volumes of the real exercise. One can imagine the horror of the torture.

It can be said that the punishment and shield technique is specially designed for cruel officials, and it is actually a sharp tool for torture and interrogation.

"If that's the case, you can learn from him. I believe you will benefit a lot." Ji Chuan glanced at the jailer and said with a smile.

The jailer was taken aback, nodded and said, "I don't know if Lord Ji is willing to part with you, but you can let that young man stay in the prison for a few days, and let me study hard, haha."

Ji Chuan didn't care, and agreed: "I'll tell him at that time, he is now low in cultivation, you can guide me for me, just to complement each other."

The jailer smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Ji, we can make an agreement, it's a deal!"

Anyway, the ghost image was useless to him, so it was just right for him to stay in the imperial prison and practice the Xingshi shield technique.

Therefore, the jailer mentioned that Ji Chuan followed suit and placed the ghost image here, waiting for the day when it would break out of its cocoon and become a butterfly.

The deeper the prison, the heavier the crime, the stronger the strength or the greater the power. Before halfway through, they came to a torture room, which seemed full of bloody and heavy meaning.

Ji Chuan glanced towards the depths of Zhao Prison, a ray of light was swallowed by the dark and deep passage...

"My lord, all the Shaolin disciples are here." At this moment, Ji Chuan's consciousness was awakened by the jailer's voice. Hearing this, he nodded, took another look at the depths of Zhao Prison, and then turned and walked into the torture room.

As soon as they entered the torture room, there were all kinds of instruments of torture, such as fingers, sticks, peeling, tongues, broken spines, dropped fingers, heart stabs, and lutes.

"what……"

There was a sound of slight excitement, and then, the ghost, dressed as a jailer, walked towards Ji Chuan.

Ji Chuan nodded to him with a smile, and then looked at the unconscious Shaolin disciples with great interest. They were extremely miserable at this moment.

A Shaolin monk's robe was already in tatters, his body was dripping with blood, his face was bruised and his face was swollen, but these injuries were not fatal, they just looked miserable.

"Wake them up, I don't have time to waste here." Ji Chuan said to the jailer behind him.

The jailer smiled and said, "Don't worry, my lord, I'll teach them to wake up immediately."

After finishing speaking, the jailer picked up a basin of water from the side and splashed it on the face of the Shaolin disciple.

"what!"

In an instant, screams and screams resounded throughout the prison, causing the prisoner who was still in the prison to shrink suddenly and tremble involuntarily.

next moment!
With a hoarse voice, several Shaolin disciples slowly opened their eyes, and at a glance they saw Ji Chuan standing in front of them, and Wu Zhi's eyes revealed a bone-chilling hatred.

Except for the painful roar just now, he kept silent all the time, staring at Ji Chuan, as if he wanted to write down his voice and appearance, and never forget it.

He never scolded Ji Chuan angrily, but just stared at Ji Chuan quietly, with hatred accumulated to the extreme, just waiting for the day when it would explode.

Wuzhi will never forget what their brothers and sisters have experienced in the past few days. They can't live or die. Sometimes they really want to cut their own tendons, but the only remaining dignity is destroyed by that deaf-mute boy. Exhausted.

In the hands of that deaf-mute boy, death seemed to be a luxury, something that was elusive but elusive.

Ji Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw hatred in Wu Zhi's eyes, a deep hatred.

He had no doubt that putting Wu Zhi back would definitely be his enemy in the future.

To deal with the enemy, Ji Chuan has only one way, to kill the grass and roots.

There was a sneer at the corner of Ji Chuan's mouth, and he flicked his fingers, and a strand of black light entered Wuzhi's mind with a soundless sound.

The enemy, only death can make him feel at ease, no matter whether it will pose a threat to him or not, Ji Chuan will not let him go, he would rather kill the wrong than let him go.

He couldn't kill Wuzhi now, but it didn't mean he couldn't kill him in the future. The demon seed was implanted in Wuzhi's spiritual consciousness, like a time bomb, he could detonate it whenever he wanted.

At this time, Wuzhi's whole body power was sealed, and he was tortured, both mentally and physically. Implanting the devil seed was easy, and he didn't notice it at all.

Apart from himself, even the Void Return Realm can't do anything.

"What are you laughing at?" Wu Zhi shuddered inexplicably, looked at Ji Chuan and said with hatred.

Ji Chuan gave a weird smile, raised his hand and clenched it, then opened it suddenly, his lips made a soundless 'bang' movement, causing Wuzhi's pupils to shrink suddenly, feeling full of crisis in his heart, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Ji Chuan smiled and said, "Let's go, you are free."

Wu Zhi didn't show any happy expression, because he really couldn't be happy, the smile just now cast a shadow over his heart.

Afterwards, Ji Chuan took Wu Zhi and several other Shaolin disciples out of the dark prison.

(End of this chapter)