Mo Zifeng smiled in the direction of Lu Zheng, his expression was very friendly and cynical. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The noble son who is in prison, Lu Zheng is the first time he has seen it, and this noble son is still a familiar man.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Mo Zifeng was still perseveringly asking.

"Lu Zheng. ”

"Oh my God, you're finally willing to talk to me!"

Mo Zifeng shouted exaggeratedly, and the cellmate next to him sneered when he heard this, and was beaten away by his punch, pasted on the wall, and never woke up.

The corners of Lu Zheng's mouth twitched, realizing that Mo Zifeng's second attribute was that he was a violent maniac in addition to being familiar.

Taking advantage of Mo Zifeng's lack of time to continue the magic sound piercing his ears, Lu Zheng turned his head, lowered his head, bit open the lid of the small jade bottle with his teeth, and swallowed most of the wound medicine that Mo Zifeng had thrown over earlier.

Lu Zheng slowly closed his eyes and silently felt the flow of true qi in his body.

The wound medicine given by Mo Zifeng was actually of good grade, and as soon as he swallowed it, there was a cool fragrance coming out, and the medicinal power was integrated into the meridians, like a gentle spring breeze, silently warming and repairing.

Mo Zifeng on the other side looked at it funny, with admiration in his eyes.

He admires people who are weak but not afraid of death, because such people always have more joy to make. He admires people who are willing to bow their heads and endure temporarily in order to survive, because such people are often the ones who achieve great things.

Lu Zheng silently recuperated for half an hour, and when he opened his eyes again, Mo Zifeng had already retreated to the shadows in his own cell.

Lu Zheng estimated that this person was a toad, and when there was new fun, he would spontaneously jump out and continue to chatter.

Lu Zheng was not interested in creating another piece of fun, so he quietly closed his eyes again, healing his injuries and cultivating at the same time.

His discarded limbs are not all wasted, as long as he cultivates and reorganizes his bones and veins, his crippled limbs will naturally heal, and even become better than before.

Lu Zheng seized the time to cultivate, but the guards were not so kind.

Two more hours later, a group of guards appeared, each carrying a delicate jade bucket.

Lu Zheng thought that this was the guards sending rice, but it turned out that he was still too naïve.

The wisdom of the race cultivated by the whole people was not something that a small earth heavenly master could understand.

I saw that the guards were either expressionless, fierce or vicious, or vicious, and people came to each stone prison with a jade bucket in their hands, and grabbed the collar around the neck of each "prisoner".

When the guards covered the collar with one hand and silently recited the magic formula, a strong dark light flashed, and many prisoners let out screams.

Immediately after, a steady stream of Essence True Qi flowed out from the prisoner's neck and went straight to the delicate jade bucket held by the guard's other hand.

When the jade bucket is filled with Essence True Qi, the guards will stop. If the jade bucket is not filled for a long time, the guards will also stop, but the guards will definitely beat the prisoner violently.

After squeezing the essence of the true qi that the prisoners had worked so hard to cultivate, another wave of guards belatedly threw down the cold black steamed buns like stones, and left.

Lu Zheng, who had just recovered a little, was brutally defeated again, and he couldn't open his mouth if he wanted to eat steamed buns.

Seeing this, Mo Zifeng on the other side smiled unkindly again.

This person even badly tore the steamed buns in his prison into thin pieces, and when the hidden weapon hit Lu Zheng who was lying motionless on his stomach from time to time.

After a few days like this, Lu Zheng actually advanced in the repeated squeezing and abuse.

With the improvement of cultivation, his crippled limbs are also gradually recovering.

He was so special that he suddenly attracted many guards to rush to watch. But the guards soon discovered that although this newcomer was indeed promoted, his promotion was only from a one-star monk to a two-star monk, which was undoubtedly the same as a weak physique ant evolving into a normal physique mole ant, and the essence was no different at all.

The guards were disappointed, the true qi essence produced by the monk rank was not enough to see at all, so there was no doubt that many guards swarmed up and collectively beat Lu Zheng again.

"You weakest chicken in a prison!"

When the last guard left, he couldn't help but curse angrily.

During this period, Mo Zifeng couldn't stop laughing. He thinks that since Lu Zheng came to the stone prison, his fun has doubled. For this reason, he decided to be Lu Zheng his friend.

Mo Zifeng knew everything about his friends, and seeing that Lu Zheng was ignorant and couldn't figure out the situation, he took the initiative to introduce the background of the stone prison to the rookie Lu Zheng.

It turns out that this purgatory-like stone prison has a great name that shocks the world and cries ghosts and gods, commonly known as the ghost crying prison.

"There are ghosts here?" Lu Zheng, whose limbs were heavy and crippled, was slightly excited.

If there is a ghost, does it mean that you can find a ghost slave and think of a way to get out of trouble?

Lu Zheng thought wonderfully, but Mo Zifeng gave him a heavy blow.

"It's not that there are ghosts, it's that there are many dead people, and there are more crying and grabbing the earth. I think if you continue to be heartless and lungless like this, sooner or later you will be tortured to the point of madness. I consider you a friend, and I don't want you to die so soon. ”

Lu Zheng didn't take Mo Zifeng's last sentence seriously at all. The so-called friends, he has also made before. But reality gave him a hammer.

Mo Zifeng is still chattering patiently popularizing science.

Located in a lonely city in the middle of the desert, the Devil's Cry Prison is made of hard, hard-fighting exotic stones piled up into a prison for some unlucky Daoists and Demon cultivators to use as livestock.

The biggest role of these animals is to cultivate every day, waiting for the guards to carry the jade bucket to squeeze out the true qi in their bodies, and these true qi essences are gathered into a huge amount of pure energy, which can be used by some demon cultivators who want to take shortcuts.

If the animals are unwilling to cultivate, the only way to wait for the animals is to die. Without the help of the guards, the cattle will kill each other.

Because the boss of the Devil Crying Prison Cell, occasionally when the interest comes, he will hold a dinner party, invite the Quartet Dao to cultivate demons, and watch the livestock fight.

Every fight is a life-and-death fight, and only one of the two people can be alive, otherwise both of them will be chopped into meat sauce by the disappointing cell boss.

Therefore, the cattle can only keep cultivating and becoming stronger, providing the essence of true qi for the prison on the one hand, and bloody fun for the prison on the other.

"Doesn't anyone want to escape?" Lu Zheng frowned.

He didn't believe that there were so many unlucky Dao cultivators in this Devil's Cry Prison, and none of them had the ability to escape. If these people are willing to join forces, the swaggering guards and perverted cell bosses should not be opponents.

As soon as Lu Zheng's words fell, the entire prison burst into laughter.

Mo Zifeng didn't laugh, he just said seriously: "Those who want to escape, or those who can't help it, have already blown off their heads, just like you saw on the first day you came to the prison." ”

Lu Zheng remembered the scene he saw on the first day, and said tentatively: "Isn't there a problem with the collar around the neck?"

Mo Zifeng raised his eyebrows and shrugged, "Indeed." This ring, commonly known as the 'Bundle Spirit Ring', is engraved with a magic circle, and once it is worn, no one can remove it unless it is the owner of this prison. And as long as the animal runs out of the three-mile range of the Devil's Cry Prison, the spirit ring will automatically explode and blow off the animal's head. If the animal tries to be forcibly demolished, the thing will automatically explode. No matter how powerful a cultivator you are, no matter whether you have a puppet stand-in or not, this thing directly locks the natal spirit body of every cultivator, and as soon as it explodes, it will affect the real body. No one escaped at all. ”

"Plus, if the guards don't like it, they can activate the spirit ring around your neck at any time, causing it to explode instantly. ”

When Lu Zheng heard this, he lowered his head, his heart was beating wildly, and he secretly guessed.

Although this thing locks the human natal spirit body, the root of its operation is the magic circle carved inside this thing. Since I can directly convert the Heavenly Master's rune spell into a true qi formation, then the magic circle engraved in this spirit ring should also be very easy to solve. It's just that if you fail, you'll die.

So just in case, he won't try it for the time being.

Mo Zifeng thought that Lu Zheng was afraid, so he couldn't help but comfort him.

"If you relax, you can just experience life. It's also fun to think about being raised as cattle and feeding and sleeping every day. What do you think?"

Think your sister!

As soon as Mo Zifeng's words were finished, the entire Ghost Crying Prison fell into an eerie silence.

Lu Zheng thought that if it weren't for Mo Zifeng's strength, it is estimated that he would have been torn to pieces by many prison friends.

Mo Zifeng was indeed strong enough, and soon, Lu Zheng realized this.

He was lucky.

In the evening of the same day, there was a notice from the guards that the cell boss was in high spirits today, and planned to hold a grand all-night banquet to raise the prison party. Then the powerful of the Quartet will come and watch you waste cattle go to war.

"The cell boss is merciful and allows you to choose your opponent this time. Animals that have won ten games in a row will not need to provide True Qi Essence for the next ten days. The defeated cattle do not need to be executed this time, they only need to go to the back field to reclaim the mine for ten days. ”

The winner is rewarded, and the loser does not have to die!

Such a good thing actually came to this ghost crying prison that was shrouded in darkness all year round.

Almost as soon as the guards turned and walked away, a loud roar of ecstasy erupted throughout the cell.

The strong are naming their opponents, and the weak are also eager to try. Anyone wants to give it a try, maybe they'll win?

Lu Zheng saw that Mo Zifeng was the one with the highest interest, and he chose the candidate to fight with his fingers and eyes shining. But once he read about his cellmates, they all knelt down and cried, begging to be let go.

Among those strong people who were also very interested, none of them took the initiative to pick Mo Zifeng.

Mo Zifeng clicked the names of nine prison friends, and finally pointed his finger at Lu Zheng who was lying in the opposite cell with a smile.

"Oops, little Lu Zheng. I see you're new to the city and don't understand anything. Why don't you let Brother Feng take you to experience the daily life of what is called Devil Cry Prison? ”

Lu Zheng gritted his teeth and thought darkly: "Look, this is the so-called friend." Sure enough, none of the people in the Lingwu Continent were willing to entrust their sincerity. The so-called friends are either betrayed or stabbed in the face. ”

Mo Zifeng didn't know what Lu Zheng was thinking, and he happily decided that his tenth opponent was Lu Zheng.