Chapter 251 Xiaoliu is really open-minded

After being imprisoned in the dark prison for many years, Guiya had long lost his original strength.

When the cold light was close at hand, he barely caught it, but his body had no time to react.

How could that be?

He had just been released from prison and had just smelled a hint of freedom, how could this happen!

The budding hope was ruthlessly crushed, as if returning to the shameful, dark, cold and damp confinement darkness.

Guiya felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar. Everything went dark before his eyes and he fell backwards.

Huh… Huh… Huh…

For a moment, sweat was pouring down.

But gradually, he found something wrong.

I felt strong support from behind, but after such a long time, the dagger was still hanging in front of me.

Not only that, the assassin had a look of fear on his face, which should have been his own emotion.

Looking around in confusion, Guiya couldn't help but shiver.

It turned out that everything was not his illusion. A prison really appeared around him, just like when he was in the Hell.

But this time he was not alone. The assassin in front of him and the "brothers" behind him were all within the coverage range.

The black mist rose from under his feet, wrapped around the assassin's ankles and climbed up quickly, reaching his waist silently!

The assassin used all his strength to mobilize his true energy and pushed the black fog away about an inch.

But this was already the limit. In the blink of an eye, the black fog rolled in again.

The true energy in the body drained away like water, but there was no effect.

He couldn't even deal with the black fog, let alone break the control of the prison.

Divine Martial Realm!

The man was shocked and his eyes were bloodshot.

He himself is at the half-step Divine Martial Realm, and the only one who can cause him such suppression is the true Divine Martial Realm.

"Half a step" is just a nice-sounding term. In reality, it means that after failing to reach the third level, it is difficult to make any further progress and your cultivation will stagnate.

Within a few breaths, the black fog had already reached his neck.

"He's not from the Cui family! He's not from the Cui family!" the man screamed like crazy.

But neither Gui Ya, who was in the prison, nor the people from the Nine Gates outside heard any sound.

All I could see was his ferocious expression and his mouth opening and closing.

If the Cui family was not satisfied with the existing distribution of interests and was hiding Gui Ya's secret plot, they would never have mobilized the powerful people in the Divine Martial Realm.

This is an unwritten rule in Fengjing. Half-step Divine Martial Realm is still at the fourth level after all, which is already the limit!

If a noble family dares to privately send a Divine Martial Realm person to the capital, they will definitely be strangled by the court.

Therefore, Ghost Fang couldn't possibly represent the Cui family, but rather...

The next moment, the black fog swallowed him whole and then disintegrated into nothingness.

The body fell to the ground with a loud bang. Although there was no longer the brutal way of removing the flesh as before, it was still emaciated.

A person who was originally of normal size seemed to have been hollowed out in the blink of an eye.

Huh~~~

Qin Zhaoyue silently moved his butt a little further away from the chisel.

"Sister Yinzhe, does your subordinate have any hidden illness?

How come he's like the vixen in the storybooks, sucking the essence and blood of men?"

Yinzhe was wearing an ordinary disguise mask, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Aren’t you sick?

Otherwise, how could he stay in that shameful and gloomy prison day after day, year after year, and never get tired of it.

The almost insane behavior just now further proves that there is something wrong with this person, a big problem.

"Your Highness has a keen eye."

Dou Chi: ...

That is clearly the manifestation of “power”, that is, the prison of punishment.

Having just been promoted to the third rank, his control is not that high yet.

Once he spends some time honing and consolidating his realm, he will be able to use his fingers as easily as his own arms and will no longer appear so ferocious.

The prison cell disappeared, leaving behind only a corpse with its eyes open.

Gui Ya, still in shock, gasped and snatched the dagger from his brother behind him.

He rushed to the corpse in two steps, raised his knife and chopped it.

"I'll let you do it, I'll let you kill me!"

It was as if he wanted to vent all the resentment that had accumulated over the years, as well as the hysteria of hope that was almost shattered again.

The palms of the God of Wealth's head clenched and unclenched, clenched and unclenched... back and forth.

He stared blankly at the corpse that was gradually turning into meat paste, and finally he relaxed.

His shoulders collapsed, but he still held on to his last bit of courage.

Even though he didn't hear the dying man's cry, he could guess most of it.

Divine Martial Realm... In Fengjing City, who could command a Divine Martial Realm expert with such impunity? Who dares?

But Caishenluan didn’t understand. After so many years of peace and tranquility, why did it happen now?

Both the northern and southern borders are unstable, and the second princess of the Shufeng Dynasty is about to enter the capital. No matter how you look at it, the situation seems precarious.

In this case, that person...will he choose to start an all-out war at this time?

Or is someone deliberately provoking civil unrest?

The God of Wealth's skull had a lot of information, so he made some associations instantly.

When gods fight, these four words come to mind.

No matter which speculation it was, he, the puppet boss, was not qualified to participate.

It is a blessing not to be dragged into it and torn to pieces, so why bother to resist?

The members of the Jiumen Gang remained silent.

They didn't know who the person who just rushed out to assassinate was, and they didn't know him.

But the prison was so strange and terrifying that most people present could not understand how high the realm was.

Big Boss... can he handle it? Can he handle it?

Everyone's attention was focused on the figure in the wheelchair.

The God of Wealth's Skull retracted his gaze, no longer paying attention to the "killing mad" Ghost Teeth, and bowed to the opposite side.

"Nine Sects admit defeat. According to the bet, all of their businesses will be transferred to the Four Seas Gang."

Since they have decided to surrender, they naturally will not expose the other party's name as the Four Seas Gang.

"But these gang members of my Nine Gates have nothing to do with this, so please show mercy."

"The boss!"

"shut up!"

Caishenluan interrupted and just stared at the five people opposite.

Hearing the voice in his ear, Qin Zhaoyue patted his butt and stood up, "Okay, let's go and take a look at the underground palace."

The God of Wealth simply agreed, turned around and instructed his subordinates to stay at their posts and not to act rashly.

"Please follow me."

The wheelchair moves on its own without the need for someone to push it.

Qin Zhaoyue took bold steps, without any hesitation.

Just kidding, with Shenwu on the left and Shenwu on the right, you feel so safe that you can go anywhere!

"Sister Yinzhe, is that underground palace full of traps?

The old guy on the other side agreed too readily. Is he trying to trick me?

You have to protect me well, I can extort hundreds of thousands of dollars from you if I get even a scratch."

Yinzhe: ...

Xiaoliu is really open and honest. He doesn't hide his intention to extort money from people. He just asks for hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars. Who can afford to protect him?

Broken Ink:?

What does Lord Yinzhe's eyes mean? Why does he look so full of sympathy?

His eyes swept across and landed on Zhao Tai, "Bring the people with you."

“Yes, yes…”

Zhao Tai quickly squatted down and was about to take Dice Heart Mother with him.

It’s just that this girl… the old lady is really tall, almost as tall as him.

It's not nice to hold him by the scruff of the neck, and his legs will definitely hang down on the ground.

After hesitating for two breaths, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, bent down, picked up the person horizontally, and hurriedly chased after him.