The blood-red prison door exploded. The prison, which was originally pitch black, seemed to be pierced by light.
The dazzling white light made Fade Chen squint his eyes, and he could only see the slightly thin figure in the cell.
Faint footsteps slowly approached the gate from the cell, accompanied by bursts of exciting sword sounds.
It seemed as if what was approaching was not a person, but a divine sword rising into the sky.
Fade Chen's entire body was covered in goosebumps. He felt as if someone had a sword at his neck and his life was in vain.
Zhang Wenchong and Feng Qianyu were about to engage in a fierce fight, but when they heard the sound of the sword, their faces changed almost at the same time and they stood there in shock.
The more powerful a person is, the more clearly he can feel the terrifying pressure of the sword energy.
Fade Chen was only feeling a little uncomfortable, but the two of them, every time they took a breath, felt the air was filled with sword energy, and it felt like their bodies were pierced by the sword energy, leaving them crippled.
Chen Fei clenched his fists. His palms had just been slightly injured when he slammed the prison door.
But at this moment, he felt that his blood and life were gradually flowing out through the wound on his palm and being absorbed and devoured by the prison.
"The people inside are greedy for my body... no, my blood. Could this be my lifeline?"
"The warden didn't come out. Is he afraid of this person? Isn't it said that when the Heavenly Prison's formation is fully activated, it can suppress a martial arts master at the peak of the magical realm?"
“Could it be…”
Thinking of this, Fade Chen straightened his back immediately, but the fear and anxiety in his heart continued to grow.
"Haha, my friend, I sense fear in your blood, don't be afraid.
Although I, Chen Xiliu, despise hypocrites who think they are superior simply because they have literary talent, I am a man of my word and a man who is always grateful and willing to repay kindness!
A soft and magnetic voice came from the cell, and a middle-aged man in a white Confucian robe came into Chen Fei's sight.
He was very handsome, but he was no longer young. The fine lines around his eyes seemed to be a collection of suffering and worry.
But his eyes were extremely clear and full of pleasant vitality.
Buzz!
There were bursts of sword sounds, and Chen Fei was slightly stunned and looked down.
Only then did he realize that the man who called himself Chen Xiliu was holding a sword in his hand.
The three-foot-long ancient sword was scarlet in color, carrying a strong murderous aura, as if it were watered in blood.
It was obvious at first glance that this sword was a terrifying demonic sword. However, when Chen Xiliu held this demonic sword in his hand, Fade Chen could not even feel the existence of the sword.
Chen Xiliu returned the sword to its sheath, and Chen Fei immediately felt the loss of blood and energy in his body disappear without a trace.
Zhang Wenchong and Feng Qianyu, who were originally stiff, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Zhang Wenchong's legs became weak and he sat down on the ground. His whole body was wet and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
Although Feng Qianyu's face was as pale as paper, he was still able to stand. However, his expression was extremely ugly and he no longer had the relaxed look he had before.
He glanced at the gate of the hall from time to time, but when he saw that the gate showed no sign of opening, a hint of resentment and unwillingness appeared in his eyes.
Zhang Wenchong looked at Chen Xiliu in astonishment, but his expression was filled with surprise: "Master Chen Xiliu, are you the previous generation's prison guard, Master Chen?"
Zhang Wenchong was in disbelief. Even if he wanted to gain experience and gild himself, why did he have to come to Longze Prison? It was all for Chen Xiliu.
He worked hard to get promoted and increase his status, just for the opportunity to guard Chen Xiliu's cell.
Zhang Wenchong felt that Chen Fei was too lucky for him, but it was a pity that Chen Fei was not a woman!
"What previous generation? I, Chen Xiliu, was a prison guard before, and I'm still a prison guard today. I am the king of this prison!"
Chen Xiliu grinned, revealing a mouthful of fine, neat, white teeth.
Chen Fei's eyes lit up and he was surprised. It turned out to be the prison guard. Could it be that there were two prison guards in this prison?
Moreover, this Chen Xiliu calls himself a hero and says that he is the god of the prison.
Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, this Mr. Chen looks gentle and refined, like a handsome scholar, but his personality is somewhat similar to that of a rough and vulgar warrior.
But such arrogance and conceit also shows that his strength is unfathomable and should be stronger than the prison guard Mai Zeyun in the stone hall.
"Humph, how shameless!"
A majestic and loud voice came from the hall opposite the cell.
The door of the stone hall creaked open slowly, and a nine-foot-tall, broad-shouldered, mantis-like, and extremely strong man walked out slowly.
There were cracks on his cheeks, and within those cracks there seemed to be a poisonous mist like a raging fire, like the flames from hell.
The jailer of Longze Heavenly Prison, 'Poisonous Hand God' Mai Zeyun, a great master of the mysterious realm of magical powers.
Chen Fei's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel Mai Zeyun coming out and glanced at him with a murderous look.
Chen Xiliu smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with sword light as he looked at Mai Zeyun.
Mai Zeyun's body trembled violently, and the red poisonous mist in the cracks on his cheeks shattered, and trickles of blood slowly flowed down his cheeks.
Mai Zeyun's expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes: "You reached the first level of the ladder?"
The secret realm of magical powers has a total of nine levels, and every three levels represent a qualitative change. To break through, it is like climbing a ladder to heaven, crossing a chasm, or spanning a chasm.
Originally, both of them were world-class masters of the second level of supernatural powers. If Chen Xiliu advanced to the third level, he would be able to break through.
And now, the fourth level? Chen Xiliu had crossed the first chasm and became the best in the world?
Chen Xiliu smiled and said with a delighted expression, "Those who cultivate literary skills and can ascend the ladder to heaven and become great scholars are all proficient in both civil and military skills. Mai Zeyun, you've taken the wrong path."
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