Wang Mengxue's heart was full of anxiety and worry, but it was inconvenient for her to stop it, after all, this was related to Guangliang's life.

"Jin Xiaoyou, you really have to be careful, the Black Prison's Mountain Protection Array is said to be very powerful.

And according to the rules there, even if you hide in a certain sword cultivator's space magic weapon, you can't enter. Michicho Aoba reminded.

"Please rest assured, if you can't do anything, I will retreat and I won't do anything.

Thank you for your advice, and please let me know the exact location of the Black Prison. ”

"At the northernmost end of Hongqingjie, there is a medium-sized city called Polar City.

You teleport there, and then you fly northwest about 2,000 miles, and you get there. ”

"I'll set off now, Guangliang will trouble you." Jin Ziming bowed.

Wang Mengxue saw that she couldn't stop him, so she hurriedly stuffed him with two porcelain bottles, both of which were elixirs for healing and rejuvenating his vitality.

"Ziming, don't break in, and retreat quickly when you encounter danger." Guangliang repeatedly advised.

Under the guidance of Wang Mengxue, Jin Ziming left Jingdan Hall and headed towards the teleportation array alone.

There are two routes to the Polar City, both of which are two transfers, one of which will run after half an hour.

Without hesitation, he chose to set off immediately. Two days later, the disguised Jin Ziming arrived at his destination.

The days are short, four hours in summer and only two in winter.

Polar City is a place where prisoners are held in a mortal realm, and the population is small, but due to the production of ice spirit mines, the Xiuzhen Great Sect built a teleportation array here.

The buildings in the city are low, all in a simple and rough style; The pedestrians on the road are burly, most of them wearing thick leather coats.

Jin Ziming didn't want to be conspicuous, so he went to buy an animal skin coat, and then went directly out of the city and flew northwest.

The sky was getting darker and colder, and the sky was getting snowflakes and getting bigger.

Jin Ziming walked alone in the wind and snow, using his scattered spirits to prevent yaw.

He began to ponder that in order to enter the black prison, he had to pretend to be a sword cultivator of one of the four factions.

The identity tokens of the disciples of the first-level or super sects are all integrated with the aura of the individual's divine soul.

If you want to impersonate, unless you can crack the micro formation hidden in the token, and then tamper with the information inside.

Jin Ziming definitely couldn't do it himself, so he had to consult a few experts around him.

"It's not my specialty, I can't handle it." The worm was the first to reply.

Xiao Fei said:

"If you can give me access to the token, it should be possible to erase the original divine soul aura and change it to yours.

If it's a Jindan monk, it's definitely fine; But if it's a real person, I'm not absolutely sure, so I can only give it a try.

However, if I break into the token directly, it will definitely trigger the internal self-destruction formation, and you will have to solve this for me. ”

At the critical moment, Xiao Muba smiled proudly and said:

"There is a very small space inside the token, and the miniature formation is hidden there.

As long as it is not a token of combined power, I can teleport Xiao Fei into it and get him back.

But, Jin Ziming, you know the rules, I never work in vain, not to mention that this operation is very labor-intensive. ”

The reckless man secretly scolded in his heart, consuming the power of bullshit?

Teleporting a machine spirit into a small space must be a breeze for a little mud, this guy deliberately exaggerated, obviously wanting more delicious food.

Jin Ziming decided to beat first, and then admit it, so as not to make him even worse in the future.

"Little mud, you have to know the priority, now that my best brother is seriously injured, I am going to save people desperately.

At this time, if you still push back, then we will break up in the future.

Even if Leng Yue's strength decreases, I will never contact you again, so I will use it as a knife without a spirit.

The benefits will definitely be given, but you know very well that I don't have it on me now, only on credit. ”

Although he was dissatisfied in his heart, he didn't dare to be stubborn to the end, otherwise the little mud would pretend to be asleep, and it would be a big trouble.

Who knew that after the little mud groaned, he said generously:

"Alas, forget it, for the sake of your brother who is really miserable, I won't bother with you this time, I'll help you for free once, but I won't take it as an example."

Jin Ziming saw this guy on the road like this, and immediately said with joy:

"Okay, little mud, I remember, I won't let you suffer in the future."

After solving the biggest problem, all that remains is to ambush a sword cultivator, and it is best to be in the Jindan stage.

In the dark night, the snowflakes danced wildly, and Jin Ziming flew silently.

The next morning, I saw a high mountain in the distance, with no grass growing at all, all dark black rocks, and the top of the peak was sharp, like a sharp sword.

Jin Ziming smiled, understanding that it was the Black Prison.

Two hundred miles from his destination, he stopped, hid in a small space of gravel, drifting in the wind, waiting for the arrival of an "unlucky bastard".

After a day and a half of floating like this, there was not a single figure to be seen.

Although he was anxious, he couldn't help it, and it wasn't until the next morning that he looked forward to a sword cultivator.

That person is not going to the black prison, but is leaving, and his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Yuan Infant.

Jin Ziming hesitated again and again and decided to give up.

First, even if this person is overturned, Xiao Fei may not be able to erase his breath;

Second, this guy just left the black prison and went back immediately.

In such a short period of time, two different divine soul breaths appeared on the same token, and the probability of being discovered was extremely high.

He had to be patient and continue to suffer and wait.

Another half of the day passed, and the next morning, a sword cultivator finally flew towards the black prison from a distance.

The person who came was an early Yuan Infant and a middle stage of the Yuan Shen Quadruple.

Jin Ziming can't be idle here for a long time, Guangliang is still waiting for life-saving medicine, so he can only start with this guy first.

If Dumbo really can't get his token, think about ambushing others.

And it is also beneficial to enter the mountain in the infancy of the Yuan, after all, a Jin Dan drilled into the depths of the cave at the top of the peak, I am afraid it is too shocking.

What Jin Ziming wants is to "go to the clothes after the matter, and hide the merit and fame", and he should try not to attract attention on this trip, quickly find the medicinal materials, and leave immediately.

He manipulated the gravel and floated into the man's path, watching him get closer.

This is a young sword cultivator wearing a black animal skin, with a strong figure and a handsome appearance, although he is in the dust, his eyes show excitement and excitement that cannot be concealed.

By the time he arrived, the special dust had gotten into his ears.

Jin Ziming was guided by his divine thoughts, pushing his otolith into the depths of his cochlea, and the sword cultivator who was galloping suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and his body involuntarily fell downward.

The reckless man threw a punch from the small space, hitting him in the back of the head, knocking him out completely.

Before Jian Xiu could land on the ground, a "demonic wind" blew through and sent him into a small gravel space.

In the wilderness, the wind and snow are still there, as if no one has ever come.

In the small space, Jin Ziming looked at the sword cultivator playfully, and after completely banning him, he broke his ring with his divine soul and found the identity token.

This is a dark blue pendant, in the shape of a small sword, and the word "idiot" is engraved on it.

It's a disciple of the Crazy Sword Hall, and his luck is too good!

This sect has just been promoted, and he should be qualified for the first time, coming to the black prison to train, impersonating him, and most of them will not be exposed.

He hurriedly put both the Divine Walk and the token on the cold moon, and said:

"Little mud, get started."

Jin Ziming listened to Xiao Mu's "huge project" while observing his explanation, and was even more convinced that this guy was definitely exaggerating his "consumption".

He just held some space materials and drilled into the token.

In the small space inside, build a teleportation channel that communicates with the space in the cold moon, and return to the cold moon.

Because of the fear that the Crazy Sword Hall had reported the information of the trial disciples to the Black Prison in advance, it was best to disguise himself as a sword cultivator with a similar appearance and the same cultivation as the Yuan Shen realm.

Although Jin Ziming is only in the late stage of Jindan, his strength has reached the peak level of Yuanying Daquan.

Using that high-level disguise technique, you can disguise yourself as an early Yuan Infant monk.

As for the Yuan Shen Realm, he only needed to suppress the Four Great Consummations to the middle stage and imitate the divine soul aura of a human being.

After some adjustments in figure and appearance, he looked very similar to that sword cultivator.

Jin Ziming passed on the new divine soul breath to Xiao Fei, who was pulled into the cold moon by Xiao Mu.

"Xiaofei, after you are busy in the token, you can teleport back to the cold moon ..... by doing this operation."

After some explanation, regardless of whether others understood or not, he didn't give time to ask questions at all, and forcibly sent Xiaofei into the token space.

Jin Ziming completely understood that Xiao Mu's skills were definitely not lost, but there was still a loss of space materials.

He suddenly thought of two questions, and hurriedly said:

"When I run out of tokens, can I get Xiaofei to change the soul information back?

And, if there is a great ability to check this token in the future, will it find that there is an extra teleportation formation in it? ”

"Don't worry, I don't keep a tail, I have already considered these small demands of yours.

My teleportation array also has a self-destruct device, and when I no longer need it, I can activate it by passing a grain of ore from the cold moon, turning the formation into fine powder.

Even if he had a great ability to check the token afterwards, he didn't get into it, and most likely he couldn't find anything abnormal. Little Mud said proudly.

"Little mud, you've thought it through, it's amazing!"

Inside the token, Xiaofei is busy.

Erasing the soul information of Yuan Ying Zhenren is still extremely challenging for him now.

In order to prevent mistakes, he slowed down the pace and tossed for nearly an hour before finally getting it done.

Then it was to imprint Jin Ziming's divine soul breath, and with the experience that had just been erased, the small half-incense time was completed.

He hurriedly activated the teleportation formation and returned to the space of the cold moon in a hurry.

Little Mud threw him out, and Xiao Fei hurriedly said:

"Master, it's done.

I read his identity information, remember, your name is 'Wang Haoqian' now. ”

"Okay, thank you both." Jin Ziming said happily.

The Black Prison's Mountain Protection Array forbade the passage of the space magic weapon, and he had no choice but to fly out of the small space.

I found a place, pushed away the thick snow, dug down from the hard ground, and hid all the sand and gravel on my body.

There is no need to make any markings, he has a spiritual connection with these gravels, and within a certain range, he can sense them.

"Little mud, the Cold Moon Knife is also a space magic weapon, right?"

"Well, barely."