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At this time, Mo Bai was at ease, he didn't even have a single dark stone on his body, but now it is not bad to win dozens of dark stones, if he wants to cultivate with peace of mind in this prison cell, then he can only buy this Mr. Sikong, the ninth layer of the Qi cultivation period, this is the highest cultivation monk Mo Bai has ever seen, although Mr. Sikong is only a ghost cultivator.

Mo Bai clearly saw that there were at least two ghost cultivators of the eighth layer of the Qi cultivation period who slept with regretful faces, because if Mo Bai still kept a middle-level spirit stone, then they could completely find fault and defeat Mo Bai, and then snatch all the ink white spirit stones, but unfortunately now he actually gave the last piece of the middle-level spirit stone to Mr. Sikong, this is no fun, and Mr. Sikong clearly let Mo Bai take over the position of the bald guy, which is a step for a monk of the seventh layer of the Qi training period.

Mo Bai didn't pay attention to those hateful eyes, directly occupied the bald guy's bed, and then began to hold a low-level spirit stone in each hand and began to cultivate, in this dangerous cell, without full mana, it was even more dangerous than being in a wild world.

I really don't know how this monk's prison is managed, not to mention the serious overcrowding, but also a very strong ban, this ban not only restricts the divine sense, but also prohibits the spirit of the spirit, here the spirit stone has become the only cultivation resource, of course, Mo Bai is holding a low-level spirit stone in each hand is just a disguise, Mo Bai's real rapid cultivation is still the water spirit bead hidden in the dantian, if this water spirit bead is discovered by others, then Mo Bai will definitely be besieged, and then be killed and then be disemboweled. This sin of nostalgia has existed since ancient times, and it is common to the Three Realms.

Mo Bai had to use the cover of the two low-level dark stones to cultivate quickly, and soon Mo Bai entered a state of concentration, of course, in order to prevent being attacked by others, Mo Bai has been using a dual-purpose stunt, and he can't be careless here.

At this time, the injured bald guy curled up in the place where the lowest prisoners gathered, which was the middle of the aisle, and every time someone went to the toilet passed by him, so he didn't want to sleep soundly at all night, except for the ten most bullish people who had a bed to sleep on, the rest of the more than thirty prisoners had to be crowded in that narrow passage, and everyone was curled up close to their bodies, so except for those freaks with special cultivation postures who could also maintain such a crowded train posture to cultivate, the rest of the people didn't want to cultivate.

Even if you can cultivate, but there are no cultivation resources in this absolute spirit land, and there is no effect on cultivation at all, except for waiting for death after cultivating step by step, there is no second way out.

Half a day later, Mo Bai's numb right hand has recovered, and all of its lost cultivation has been restored, Mo Bai even feels that there is still a breakthrough in such a special cultivation environment, this is a blessing in disguise, Mo Bai feels that he is maintaining such a cultivation progress, at most half a year, Mo Bai has the hope of advancing to the eighth layer of the Qi training period, and at that time, although he still can't challenge Mr. Sikong in the late stage of the Qi training period, the rest of the people are no longer under Mo Bai's words.

The next day, when Mo Bai got up refreshed and stretched his waist, he found that the injured bald guy had died, and the most chilling thing for Mo Bai was that the clothes on the bald guy's body had been stripped of themselves, because although they were all monks here, it was very cold at night here, and wearing one more piece of clothing could cost a little less mana to resist the cold, and the prisoners here were so realistic.

I thought that Mr. Sikong or the prison guards would find trouble for themselves, but who knew that Mr. Sikong just waved his hand coldly, and immediately two sixth-layer Qi refining stage monks who wanted to please Mr. Sikong stood up, carried the bald guy like a dead dog to the door of the cell, and began to slam the door from the inside.

"What kind of noise, if you quarrel again, I will kill you all!" The black mole prison guard threatened fiercely.

"Lord Prison Guard, the bald guy is dead, get it out quickly, or you will take up space here." The little pockmarked face is clever.

"Bastard thing, Sikong, how did you do it?" The black mole prison guard said fiercely.

"It was too cold last night, I froze to death!" Mr. Sikong glanced at Mo Bai coldly.

Mo Bai was nervous at this time, if Mr. Sikong handed himself over, then he would definitely die, it seems that he must continue to befriend this Mr. Sikong, otherwise even if he doesn't make a move, he can kill himself at any time.

"Oh, since Mr. Sikong has said so, let's throw it out!" The black mole guard opened a small door half a meter square.

This matter was settled by Mr. Sikong, and Mo Bai knew that if the bald guy didn't duel with him, he would never die, which made Mo Bai more aware of the coldness and cruelty of this prison.

After the black mole prison guard closed the small door, Mo Bai respectfully presented more than thirty low-level spirit stones.

"Haha, Brother Mobai has a bright future! Although there are not many immortal stones you respect, they are also half of your family property, and Lao Tzu reluctantly accepts it for the sake of your sincerity. Mr. Sikong said very shamelessly.

The root of Mo Bai's hatred in his heart itched, but he still had to pretend to be flattered.

However, what surprised Mo Bai was that when the others heard Mr. Sikong say the word "laughing", they actually had a very envious look, could it be that Mr. Sikong would have any good things to leave for himself after accepting the gift?

Sure enough, at night, Mo Bai completely understood what Mr. Sikong meant by laughing.

Originally, according to the rules of this cell, all prisoners who entered this cell had to pass three levels, and if they did not die after the three levels, they were eligible to continue to stay in this cell.

Mo Bai passed the first level last night, and this second level, because Mo Bai's acquaintance was actually exempted by Mr. Sikong, which made others envious and jealous.

If the first level is the strength level, then the second level is the personality level, and if you can't put it down when you enter here, you will usually die ugly.

Mr. Sikong glanced at the black-faced strong man next to him, and the black-faced strong man was immediately flattered and carried a little white-faced male cultivator of the seventh layer of the Qi refining period to the toilet, and soon there were bursts of heart-rending screams from the toilet.

Under the observation of the black white divine sense, the fair-skinned male cultivator was bent over to pick up soap, and was destroyed from behind by the black-faced strong man!