The Demon Fire Demon Hell is the largest prison in Demon Fire City, and almost all the immortal cultivators captured from all over the wasteland are imprisoned here. The Regulatory Envoy is responsible for the supervision here.

During this time, Old Demon Xu captured a large number of immortal cultivators from all over the wasteland, almost filling the Demon Fire Demon Hell.

Early in the morning, Mo Wen came to the Demon Fire Demon Prison and walked towards the Demon Prison with an expressionless face.

"Lord Wang, morning."

"Lord Wang."

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Along the way, the guards of the Demon Fire Demon Hell saluted Mo Wen one after another, and no one dared to stop him.

Wang Dong, as the deputy supervisor of the Demon Fire Demon Prison, is equivalent to the number two person in the Demon Fire Demon Prison, who dares to offend and stop him.

All the way inside, the hell was built underground, and the deeper you went, the deeper you went.

The entire Demon Prison is divided into nine layers, and there are different levels of immortal cultivators imprisoned, and the deeper the level, the more important the immortal cultivators are bound to be.

"Open the gates of the Hell, and inspect this seat." Mo asked lightly.

"Yes!"

The two deacons who were in charge of guarding the prison immediately stepped forward and opened the door of the corridor of the demon prison, and the door of the corridor could be opened by the identity tokens of these guards, but the door of the cell required an official of a certain position to open it.

As for the eighth and ninth layers, as well as some special prisoners, only the supervision envoys have the permission to enter, and even Wang Dong does not have that qualification.

Mo Wen went down layer by layer, the further down the Demon Prison, the stronger the power of the formation prohibition, and the higher the cultivation of the imprisoned immortal cultivators.

"It can actually block my divine sense detection, it is worthy of being the heavenly prison of the Demon Fire Demon Mountain."

A strange color flashed in Mo Wen's eyes, and he found that he couldn't use his divine sense to detect here, and when his divine sense probed those cells, he would be blocked by a mysterious force. With his soul cultivation, it was very easy to break through that layer of barrier, but he knew that once he broke through the barrier with brute force, the Demon Fire Demon Hell Alert Formation would inevitably sound an alarm.

"In that case, let's look it everywhere."

Next, Mo Wen searched down from the first floor, one by one, the purpose of his coming here was naturally to rescue the immortal cultivators of the Seventy-Two Alliance, according to his guess, if they were not killed, they should all be imprisoned here.

Several guard deacons followed behind Mo Wen, with some doubts in their eyes, although Lord Wang Dong also came to inspect the prison before, it was all routine, and he left after a few casual glances, and he had never seen him so careful.

Moreover, the inspection of each prison is inevitably too careful.

An hour later, Mo Wen returned to the lobby of the Demon Prison and sat on the main seat, his eyes cold.

He had already found the location of some immortal cultivators of Ji Yue and the Seventy-Two Tribal Alliance, and it was indeed in this prison.

"Gather all the guard deacons here for me." Mo asked lightly.

Although the deacons didn't know what was going on, Lord Wang's order naturally couldn't be disobeyed, and soon hundreds of immortal cultivators gathered in the hall. Under normal circumstances, there are only a few hundred people on duty in the Demon Fire Hell.

"You guys, open all the doors from the first to the seventh floor for me." Mo asked lightly.

"What!"

"Lord Wang, what do you mean?"

"Lord Wang, why do you open all the doors of the Demon Prison, if those prisoners escape, no one can bear this responsibility."

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In the hall, hundreds of guard deacons were shocked, what is Lord Wang going to do? He's crazy! I don't know how many prisoners are held in the Demon Prison, and if all of them are released, the entire Demon Fire City will fall into chaos.

Several steward-level immortal cultivators had already realized that the situation was wrong, and secretly sent out a transmission note, preparing to report the matter to the overseer Fu Daren.

"Hmph, there's a lot of nonsense, tell you to do it, and you just do it."

Mo Wen snorted coldly, and a dazzling golden light erupted in his eyes, and the golden light was just a flash, and then disappeared without a trace. However, the guard deacons in the entire hall were all glazed over, with dull expressions, as if they had lost their souls and turned into an empty shell of the walking dead.

Soul Bondage!

A supernatural power that can only be mastered after cultivating to the third level by hundreds of millions of gods.

Soul enslavement, as the name suggests, can enslave the soul of an immortal cultivator and turn it into a puppet that absolutely obeys orders.

With the Billions of Divine Spirits, Soul Enslavement can enslave immortal cultivators on a large scale.

Of course, in this kind of large-scale enslavement, the cultivation of the object of enslavement must be far lower than that of oneself.

Most of the guard deacons of the Demon Fire Demon Hell are in the Dou Zhuan Realm and the Yuan Shen Realm, and only a few steward-level immortal cultivators are in the Taixuan Realm.

With Mo Qian's current soul cultivation, it is not difficult to enslave them all.

Soon, all the guard deacons who had been enslaved by Mo Wen moved and went to the prison to release the prisoners.

Mo Wen knew Ji Yue and Hu Xue and other high-level members of the alliance, but he didn't know all the alliance immortal cultivators, and the best way now was to release all the immortal cultivators in the Demon Prison, so that he could not only rescue all the alliance immortal cultivators, but also create chaos in Demon Fire City.

The Demon Fire Demon Hell is not small, there are at least 100,000 immortal cultivators imprisoned in it, from the first layer to the seventh layer, the area is quite wide, it is like an underground world.

The demon prison is full, and after Old Demon Xu leads the Demon Fire Demon Mountain, his brutal behavior can be seen.

One hour, two hours...... With such a huge demon prison, even if hundreds of guard deacons were all action, it would not be possible to complete all of them in a short period of time.

"Hey, Brother Wang, why did you come so early today?"

A laugh suddenly sounded from outside, and then, as footsteps approached, a middle-aged man walked in with a smile.

Mo Wen's eyelids jumped slightly, this person was the guardian of the Demon Fire Demon Hell, Wang Dong's boss, how could he happen to come here.

"Rich man."

Mo Wen immediately got up, walked down from the main seat, and greeted him.

"Lord Fu came to the Demon Prison so early, I don't know what to order?"

Mo Wen pretended to be respectful and said, this rich man usually does not come to the Demon Prison, although he is a supervisor, but Wang Dong is usually in charge here.

As for this overseer, he is an immortal cultivator in the Divine Void Realm, who usually does not want to manage mundane affairs, and spends more time on cultivation.

"The mountain lord ordered me to come and take away a few prisoners, and I don't dare to slack off on the mountain lord's order, I came to pick up people early in the morning."

The rich man has a relatively mild temper, even if he can chat with a Taixuan Realm immortal cultivator like Wang Dong, he can talk a few words, but there is no arrogance.

"Hey, what about the guard deacon of the Demon Hell, why didn't you meet a few along the way?"

Master Fu looked around curiously, it was a little strange that he hadn't met a single guard deacon this morning.

"I told them to go out and do some things, but now there are not many people in the demon prison, I don't know which prisoners the adults want to take away, and the lower officials will go to handle it personally." Mo Wen said with a smile.

“609、643、686、537、599…… Bring me all the prisoners in these cells. ”

Speaking of business, Master Fu's face suddenly turned grim, and he reported the numbers of more than a dozen cells in a row.

Mo Wen Wenyan, his heart was slightly stunned, all the people imprisoned in these numbered cells are people from the Seventy-two Tribal Alliance, and the mountain lord wants these people by name, what does it mean?