The tendons in Wang Gang's body were twisting like pythons, and his blood was pouring out like a flood. His overall fighting power continued to rise, breaking the previous limit.

This was a plan he had already made up his mind to avenge his previous humiliation and let Chen Sheng understand the horror of the body-refining cultivators.

Chen Sheng was unaware that his magic power was flowing through his whole body. His face was calm and he threw a punch, confronting Wang Gang and completely crushing the opponent's attack.

This is an unequal battle.

Wang Gang was badly defeated.

He didn't know the truth yet, he just felt that Chen had a good frame and natural strength, and was invincible.

At this moment, he was knocked to the ground, his eyes were dazed, and his confidence and pride were shattered.

"Teach me."

Mr. Chen still said the same thing.

"Woo"

After hearing this, Wang Gang almost burst into tears. He was taught a lesson in the field that he was proud of, but he did not ask for anything and directly passed on the Vajra Formless Method.

Mr. Chen walked out of cell number three, glanced at Pu Yushan and Jun An Zhenren, and seeing that the two were still restless, he left them alone for a while and then returned to his own territory.

Under the window, warm light shone in, illuminating an area of ​​ten feet. The white wild grass and yang grass were extremely lush, with branches and leaves stretched out, revealing vigorous vitality.

Chen Lian opened her eyes, looked at the swaying branches of the two spiritual herbs, waved her hands, and a pure smile appeared on her face.

Mr. Chen smiled and picked up the two little guys. They lay down on the armchair, one big and one small, and rocked them gently, with babbling sounds.

"You look very good."

Wang Xian looked at Chen Lian's complexion, which was glowing. As her name suggests, she had truly taken root and grown in the Black Abyss Prison, and was living well, without being infected by any disease.

"That's right, we're all taking care of them."

Chen Sheng put a lot of thought into Chen Lian. In order to avoid the murderous aura of the Black Abyss Prison and the destruction of life, he had to feed the child health-preserving elixirs and use luck to cleanse his body.

In addition to him, Da Fu and others also took good care of Chen Lian, trying to avoid the influence of the Black Abyss Prison on her in all aspects.

With so many people taking care of her, Chen Lian's physical condition naturally got better and better.

"She is very lucky and will be blessed in the future."

Wang Xian felt that Chen Lian could survive well in such a dangerous environment, and no matter how dangerous the road ahead was, it would be as easy as walking on flat ground and her future was promising.

"Lucky?"

Chen Sheng was silent. Wang Xian might not have thought that Chen Lian’s greatest calamity was not being born in the Black Abyss Prison, but that there would be even greater darkness waiting for her to face.

Some people are destined to be unhappy from the moment they are born.

"Dafu's medicine garden is doing very well, so it should be possible."

Wang chatted with Dafu, the middle-aged jailer who had made the step from mundane flowers and plants to the realm of spiritual herbs, and did it in a big way.

When he saw it, he couldn't help but express his envy.

"He'll be so happy then."

Mr. Chen thought of the first time he met Dafu, when the other party saw Bai Yecao, his eyes revealed a kind of liking for him.

Later, when talking about spiritual herbs, there was envy, but more of a lack of confidence.

Under his guidance, I have learned a lot of knowledge about spiritual herbs. Now the medicine garden is almost built. It can be said that there have been great changes.

"Happy? It's so rare for this word to appear in the Black Abyss Prison."

Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, then nodded and acknowledged the statement.

Dafu, and even the entire prison guards of Area A11, had a dull life that gradually dissipated and became lively.

"You have all forgotten how vicious the prisoners are. The jailers are the real leaders of the Black Abyss Prison."

Chen Sheng calmly glanced at the Black Abyss Prison. It was quiet and deep, but he didn't feel oppressive. At least he could move around freely, while the prisoners were trapped in the narrow cells, unable to move.

"Maybe."

Wang Xian looked at Chen Sheng and did not refute. In the real Black Abyss Prison, the jailers were in awe of the prisoners.

But during the time that Chen Sheng came, this boundary gradually blurred, and even he, without even realizing it, began to treat the prisoners indifferently.

…

The relationship between prisoners and jailers is very delicate, but for Mr. Chen, there is no big problem.

"Well, you've thought it through."

He came to cells number eight and nine, looked at Pu Yushan, then looked at Jun An Zhenren, waiting for their decision.

He said before that if he didn't tell the method of sword maintenance, he would definitely make a fool of himself in front of his enemies.

No one spoke.

Pu Yushan and Jun'an Zhenren remained silent. Even though they wanted to make their enemy sad, the sword-cultivating method was extremely precious, so they were reluctant to just give it to Chen Sheng.

"I'll give you twenty seconds to think about it. Give me the method to cultivate the sword, and I'll help him get revenge."

Mr. Chen didn't care at all. He had other ways to resolve the current deadlock.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Ten breaths passed, and there was still no movement from Pu Yushan and Jun An Zhenren, as if their plan had failed.

Mr. Chen didn't care. He looked calm and just counted slowly in his mind.

“Buzz…”

At the seventeenth breath, almost at the same time, two divine thoughts carrying the method of sword cultivation entered Chen Sheng's mind.

Each character, as well as the direction of the sword's inscriptions, were clearly visible and laid out.

"It seems that you have made a decision."

He read it carefully, smiled, and looked at Pu Yushan and Jun'an Zhenren warmly and politely.

The next moment.

“Crack…”

Mr. Chen opened cage number nine and faced Master Jun'an. The magic power in his body was flowing. Although it was not clear, there was a kind of mysterious and profound power that could be vaguely felt.

"What are you doing?"

Zhenren Jun'an was overwhelmed by this momentum and shouted, trying to break the suppression around him.

"I can't help it. He taught me how to cultivate the sword."

Chen Sheng activated the Vajra Formless Power and with a step of his foot, the entire cell shook, and the murderous aura of the Black Abyss Prison was swept away.

Instead, there was a wild and domineering figure, like wind and thunder, omnipresent, as if every part of the body had become a terrifying weapon, covering Master Jun'an.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Master Jun'an felt a sinking feeling in his heart, and he felt the dominance of the prison boss of Area A11.

That kind of unparalleled bravery was like a torrential rain that swept down on him, making him feel suffocated and depressed.

"You have no moral principles."

He roared loudly and was also taught the method of sword cultivation, but he was betrayed.

"Bang"

Chen Sheng did not answer and continued to kill. Master Jun'an took a deep breath and turned his whole body into a circle to resist the killing.

not enough.

This kind of resistance is still not enough.

Chen Sheng's attack was too violent. His punches and palms were powerful, yet strange and changeable. It was impossible to figure out his movements.

"How can a jailer be so strong? Is this a natural gift of divine power?"

The figure of Master Jun'an swayed left and right, like a treetop in a storm, with its branches and leaves blown to pieces, looking extremely desolate.

"Bang"

Chen Sheng took a step forward, as light and powerful as a cloud dragon extending its claws. Master Jun'an was kicked and crashed into the iron fence. It seemed as if his spine was broken. He slid to his knees, facing Pu Yushan.

"Well, well done."

Pu Yushan's face immediately turned red and he roared with joy. Seeing his enemy so miserable, he suddenly felt that life had become interesting again.

"But I feel relieved."

Mr. Chen raised his eyes and smiled gently.

“Comfortable.”

Pu Yushan patted his chest and let out a long sigh. The depression in his heart disappeared. He looked at Chen Sheng with a hint of praise in his eyes.

Although this man was a bit stubborn and often spoke rudely to him, the incident of beating up Master Jun'an today was enough to make peace with them.

"good……"

Mr. Chen said with relief.

He is a very fair person. If someone gives him a reward, he will definitely return the favor.

The same scene happened.

“Crack…”

This time, it was the turn of the door lock of cell number eight to be unlocked. Chen Sheng walked in leisurely, with a fierce aura all over his body. He locked his eyes on Pu Yushan without any concealment.

"What are you doing?"

Pu Yushan was shocked. Judging from the situation, it didn't look like a good thing.

"He also taught me how to cultivate the sword."

After Chen Sheng explained, he rushed forward and used the Vajra Formless Method. It seemed as if a black whirlwind was sweeping up in the cell, and countless offensive methods were revealed, looking extremely ferocious.

"ah……"

Pu Yushan was trapped in it, and felt that from all directions, there were powerful fists and palms hitting him, making his back and face bang. He was in pain and felt humiliated in his heart. He was in double torture and could no longer sit still.

"Asshole, I am the heir of Yunjian Peak, and I cannot stand your humiliation."

Pu Yushan suddenly stood up in anger and spread his arms. The sound of a sword humming could be heard, and the sharpness was extremely strong, tearing through the deep darkness, like a phoenix made of sword intent, tearing through the violent wind and rain.

Boom boom...

In the cell, darkness surged, as if two fierce beasts were fighting each other, but the battle was not as brutal as imagined.

Pu Yushan's movements gradually stopped, but he was severely crushed by the powerful force of the Vajra Formless Method.

His body became limp uncontrollably, like a ball of mud. He lay on the ground, feeling pain all over his body. He had exhausted all his strength and was unable to struggle.

Seeing Pu Yushan like this, Master Jun'an felt that he was capable enough. He stood upright, looking down at his enemy through an iron fence and laughing at him at will.

"Mr. Chen, you are immoral."

Pu Yushan, lying on the ground, was angry and resentful, and his actions were exactly the same as those of Jun'an Zhenren just now, except that a different person was happy.

"Do you know why I beat you two?"

Chen Sheng and the others calmed down a little, and started to reason with the people, deciding to give the two a reason and explanation.

Pu Yushan: “Shameless.”

Master Jun’an: “Despicable.”

The two men cursed loudly, feeling that they had reason to be angry. They had already offered the method of sword cultivation, but still received a beating. It was too humiliating.

"On the one hand, you gave me the method to cultivate the sword, so I naturally have to abide by the agreement and vent your anger for the two of you."

Chen Sheng's reason was simple and well-founded. He said, "On the other hand, the sword-cultivation method you gave me doesn't seem right. I think it's wrong. You two must have tampered with it. If you can't give me a complete one, I'm not happy, so I'm going to beat you up."

The method of sword cultivation is a whole. What Pu Yushan and Jun An Zhenren gave him was a modified one. It feels too inconsistent and fake at first glance.

After reading it, he realized what was going on and decided to teach the two a lesson before continuing the conversation.

"The sword-raising method I gave you is absolutely fine."

Master Jun'an's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that Mr. Chen would see through the clue. However, he showed no emotion on his face and rejected it outright.

"You bastard, you are so sinister and cunning. Can you trust me? I don't need to think too much to know that you have done something wrong."

It can be seen that Pu Yushan was very resentful about being cheated, and his malicious speculation about Jun'an Zhenren was deep in his bones, and there was not a single good word for him the whole time.

"Oh, what kind of person are you? You killed your master and betrayed your sect. You have a bad heart. You will not obediently hand over the sword-cultivation method."

Master Jun'an was furious and resentful, and his complaints were justified, but he degraded Pu Yushan to the dust and trampled on his dignity without any mercy.

"Dog Thief"

"Evil Thief"

"Bad embryo"

"Bad Seed"

After the two men had finished their incisive analysis, they were still not satisfied and started cursing at each other across the iron fence. The depth of their resentment could not be expressed even with all the water in the three rivers and five lakes.

…

"I'll give you one more chance. Give me the method of raising the sword, and I will severely humiliate your enemy for you."

Mr. Chen saw that the atmosphere was almost right and they both brought out their anger, which was very helpful in implementing his plan.

"Don't even think about it."

Pu Yushan was very smart. Chen Sheng had planned carefully and sent Jun'an Zhenren to prison, and placed him next to him, letting the dogs bite each other. He wanted to make the two sides fight each other so that the fisherman could reap the benefits.

"Stop dreaming."

Master Jun'an also knew the plan and looked at Chen Sheng with a determined face, extremely unruly.

Then……

Mr. Chen received the second edition of the sword-raising method.

Compared with the first version, the second version was improved a lot. The two of them obviously guessed the reason for the previous failure, which was that the changes were too messy, so they tacitly agreed not to make outrageous changes.

"Very good, I still have to beat you."

He praised that he had gained something after all and his hard work was worthwhile.

So, just pick someone at random and beat him up, which will make the other person happy and also make him unbalanced.

"Why did he only beat me? He gave me everything?"

Sure enough, Pu Yushan, who was beaten badly, did not have much hatred towards Chen Sheng, the instigator, but was extremely resentful towards Jun An Zhenren.

"No, but his sword-cultivation method is more complete."

Mr. Chen said casually.

What he had to do was to unbalance the mentality of the two people, throw out more and more real things, and slowly put together the method of sword cultivation.

…

"I'll say it again, if you two want to make your enemies quick, you can do so."

The third confrontation began.

Mr. Chen used the same trick again and simply said one sentence, which led to a duel between Pu Yushan and Jun'an Zhenren.

The two halves of the sword-cultivation method floated in Chen Sheng's mind. He read it once and understood what he was thinking. He said, "Very good, very strong."

Cell number nine was opened.

The Vajra Formless Power was unleashed with overwhelming force.

"Bang"

The figure of Master Jun'an was thrown high into the air, like a sack filled with sand and gravel, and fell heavily to the ground. His face was wrinkled, full of sorrow and pain.

"You bastard, you deserve this day."

Pu Yushan on the side laughed heartily. Even though he had been beaten to the point of having his bones broken, when he saw the miserable appearance of Master Jun'an, he felt relaxed and indescribably happy.

"Laugh, laugh. I'll talk to you next time."

At this moment, Master Jun'an, who was lying on the ground, had only this thought in his mind and did not want to make a fool of himself again.

…

"Hmm? Looks like there's no need to beat him."

The result came out faster than Chen Sheng expected. After the fourth edition, he figured out the method of sword maintenance and there were no more mistakes or omissions.

At least, he looked over it carefully three times and couldn't find any flaws, so he turned around and went forward to explore.

"Come back and beat this bastard to death for me."

“You have to be honest.”

Behind him, Pu Yushan and Jun'an Zhenren shouted loudly. Seeing that they could not persuade Chen Sheng to come back, they made a random move through the iron fence.

After half an hour, the two calmed down, their hearts pounding and they felt extremely distressed.

The method of sword maintenance is divided into two parts: formation setting and engraving.

The formation is to take advantage of the terrain to nourish the sword, while the inscription is to carve patterns inside the sword, like the meridians of the human body, which can breathe and refine qi and enhance power.

"It should be correct."

Mr. Chen looked through the inscription scroll one by one. The lines formed a Chinese character "威". When he immersed his mind in it, he could feel a surge of energy flowing through it, as if it were alive.

He no longer hesitated, took out the iron sword, and stroked it with his hand. A dim light flowed from the sword.

This was an ordinary piece of sword iron. When he was weak, he obtained the Star-Severing Sword Technique and took it out from the warehouse to use.

It has been about two or three hundred years.

For countless days and nights, he held it in his hand while slashing stars under the starry sky. He had also used it to slay monsters and subdue enemies. It had been soaked in spiritual energy and blood for a long time, and had barely developed a bit of spirituality.

In fact, any first-level magic weapon is more powerful than an iron sword, but after using it for a long time and developing feelings for it, people are reluctant to change it.

“Buzz…”

Chen Sheng sat cross-legged on the cushion, placed the iron sword horizontally between his knees, used his essence as fire, and his spiritual consciousness to open the way, and began to inscribe the patterns.

The iron sword seemed motionless, but it was actually vibrating slightly. When you touched it, it felt as hot as magma.

A divine thought was wandering within the sword, like digging a tunnel with human power, which was extremely difficult.

The whole process is very slow.

Chen Sheng's energy and spirit were constantly being depleted. His spiritual thoughts were like a consumable tool. Once a tool used to carve out patterns was broken, he would immediately replace it with a new one, and the cycle would repeat over and over again.

The light under the window crawled away little by little, slowly leaving the Black Abyss Prison, and night fell.

The next day, the sunlight slowly came back.

Chen Sheng's mental will remained in a state of high alert. If he made a mistake, the iron sword that had accompanied him for many years would be rendered useless in an instant.

The "Wei" character on the inside of the sword is almost completed, with dark lines crisscrossing and flowing with a faint metallic sharpness.

“Buzz…”

Chen Sheng's state of mind was extremely stable, as if he was refining an elixir. He had a calm aura, and then he lifted his mind upwards, and the last line ended safely.

The iron sword rang with a clanging sound, its spirituality increased greatly, and it conveyed a sense of joy and closeness.

"A place for raising swords, it is really a place for raising swords."

Chen Sheng picked up the iron sword and took a closer look. He found that it was breathing, inhaling and exhaling wisps of evil spirit. Although the improvement was very slow, it was indeed getting stronger.

The overall color is also turning darker, and may eventually become as deep as a black hole. Once the sword is out, it will swallow everything and cannot be looked directly at.

He carried the iron sword with him, walked around, and finally stopped in a remote corner of Area A11.

There is a foot-wide partition wall here that is not used, forming a secret compartment-like space.

There was a gap on the ground, and he casually inserted the iron sword into it, firmly and securely.

"Then set up the sword-raising formation here."

Chen Sheng took a look and felt it was suitable. A light flashed in his eyes, and his mind and will rushed out from his spiritual platform, sweeping up the murderous aura in the sky and drowning the iron sword.

With the iron sword as the center, evil spirit condensed, and under the intervention of his mind, almost natural lines were formed.

The world is as wide as a foot, and is filled with countless array patterns.

More and more evil spirits flowed in like thousands of rivers and gathered here. The skylight was swallowed up, and it was pitch black, like a place of creation.

"call……"

The iron sword was extremely comfortable in the rolling murderous aura. The body of the sword became deep and heavy, and the word "wei" was looming and shining.

It is getting stronger day by day, and eventually it will transform into a powerful weapon.

"Just stay here quietly."

Chen Sheng summoned a second-level formation plate to conceal the changes in the area and also hide the power of the iron sword.

Then he left and waited for the iron sword to be born.

(End of this chapter)