After experiencing a brief period of chaos at the beginning, Zhou State gradually established a complete response system with the help of the state-level. Among them, the soul is the most important area for all countries. The Shenzhou countries have launched a six-country cooperation for this purpose. The national thought surgery and the concentration talisman are the products of the six-country cooperation.
Special incense was burning in the cell, and blue unknown liquid was injected into the prisoners' bodies, like a lovelorn incense or a heart-destroying drug.
"Team Leader Zhong, you only have ten minutes. If you exceed this time, we cannot guarantee whether the prisoner is unconscious or not."
"clear."
Zhong Fu placed his palm on the prisoner's crown, muttering some kind of spell. Veins on his temples bulged, and he felt headache, nausea, and dizziness...but eventually he calmed down.
Tick-tock....
It was the sound of water. The surrounding environment became wet, as if every hair on his body was covered with water droplets.
Zhong Fu knew that he had successfully entered the other party's soul, the soul of a reincarnated person. This was an extremely dangerous move, and countless people had died here, but he could not refuse this action. On the contrary, Zhong Fu was very happy, because every second of entering the soul of a powerful person could allow him to contact things at a higher level.
This is a pitch-black dungeon, surrounded by endless darkness. In front of him is a Taoist priest with a thin face and a small mustache.
The Taoist said: "Boy, you really are not afraid of death."
"Senior, I'm sorry." Zhong Fu half-knelt down and pressed his hands on the ground. Wisps of magic power began to penetrate the surroundings, searching for the answer he wanted among thousands of memories.
".....Li Changsheng, Li Changsheng, found it."
"Boy, are you sure you want to see it?" The Taoist priest suddenly said, "There is hell ahead."
Zhong Fu looked confused, but he had no time to think because the flood of memories had already overwhelmed him.
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Zhong Fu opened his eyes and found that everything in front of him was blurry, and the sticky liquid blocked his vision. He reached out and touched it, and when his vision gradually became clear, he finally saw what the liquid was.
Blood, blood everywhere!
The strong smell of rust penetrated into my nostrils, as if a pair of hands were digging into my stomach, trying to dig out all the stomach acid.
In front of him, countless corpses were stacked together, their limbs twisted and entangled with each other, like a group of mating snakes in the rainforest, presented in front of him in a twisted, extreme, and painful posture.
"Evil Taoist! You have killed countless people and committed many evil deeds. Today, we will enforce justice on behalf of the heavens!"
"Evil Taoist Li Changsheng, you have secretly learned the secrets of many sects. I must kill you today!"
"Evil Taoist! You killed my father and brother, and cut off my Liang family's path to immortality!"
Countless cultivators around him were waving their magical weapons, emitting dazzling spiritual light. Each one of them was countless times more powerful than him who was in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Following the direction of everyone's shouting, Zhong Fu saw a figure. It was a man with an ordinary face. There was nothing outstanding about his appearance or temperament. He was the type that would not attract anyone's attention if thrown into a crowd.
In sharp contrast to this was the scene around him: mountains of corpses and seas of blood, countless strong men falling at his feet, and he had also built a mausoleum.
"kill!!!"
The sky and earth were eclipsed by the flashing of swords and the roar of thunder.
Thunderclouds covering thousands of miles gathered in the sky, and a man was bathed in thunder. He raised his hand slightly, and thousands of spirit swords shattered. In an instant, he rushed across the vast sky, and everything he passed was reduced to ashes. No one could defeat him and no one could stop him.
The gap between people at the same level can be as big as heaven and earth. I am just a mediocrity in front of him.
Zhong Fu fell to his knees with a thud, completely stunned.
When everything calmed down, the man looked at him and walked towards him step by step.
He walked on a mountain of corpses, without being stained by a drop of blood.
"Brother Duan, your master is up there, it's time to reunite."
Duan is the prisoner’s surname.
The emotions from the prisoners surged into his soul, resentment, fear, unwillingness...
Zhong Fu's head was taken off and placed on the top of the Jingguan, where he had the privilege of overlooking the corpses scattered all over the mountain. Countless spirit swords were broken on the ground, and the blood that had splashed before seemed to have invisibly infected the sky, turning the entire sky dark red.
The man held a bamboo umbrella and walked away in the drizzle.
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