Mowgli was taken aback. The old man is the great teacher of the Heavenly Academy?

Linghu Minzhi said that the great master of the Heavenly Academy is the head of the Seven Academies of the Xianyang Academy and the real teacher of the empire. The status of the great master is noble, and he is even above the emperor, how could he go deep into the Purple Moon Forest with only Qin Dare as a person?

Without waiting for Mowgli to think about it, the voice of the sand gull sounded above him.

"Young man, now, you can tell me the secret of these pictures, right? Second Prince, take this old thing who is not self-sufficient to the dungeon, and keep it under strict guard, and there must be no mistake. ”

Silly Er had already stood up at this time, although his eyes were still full of bloodshots, and his steps were a little staggering, his expression was fierce, and he stretched out his huge hand to catch the old man. Wuji hurriedly stopped: "Wait!" As he spoke, he pulled out the wooden needles on his bun and pierced them fiercely on the veins of the foolish two.

Silly Er was caught off guard, was pierced, and suddenly screamed "oh" in pain, hugged his wrist, and jumped his feet again and again.

Sha Jingou sneered: "Young man, the old man pities you for being talented and is willing to give you a way to live, don't you don't know what to do." ”

Wuji hugged the old man tightly in his arms, raised his head, met the fierce gaze of the sand startling gull, and protested: "If you want to know the secret of the Book of Heaven, you can't hurt him." He is gracious to me, and I cannot see death without salvation. ”

"Do you dare to talk to me about the conditions?" Sha Jingou laughed, the sound was like a bell, and the shock made Wuji dizzy, even the stupid second class and others couldn't bear it, and sat on the ground, holding their heads, and knocking hard, as if they wanted to pull out the voice in their heads.

"Do you think that if you don't say it, I won't be able to do it? My soul searching technique can't even be stopped by your great masters, let alone you, a yellow-mouthed child. ”

After speaking, the flame in his eyes reappeared, illuminating Wuji's face in an instant.

Wuji subconsciously closed his eyes and tensed his muscles, trying to resist the invasion of Sand Gull's consciousness. However, this was to no avail, and the thoughts of the sand gull still easily invaded his sea of consciousness, like a hand reaching into his mind, ready to open the memories that had been sealed for many years.

Years of time flashed by, and Mowgli's consciousness quickly went back, and in a moment, he returned to the moment when he first came to this world. Faced with the strange world, he was at a loss and at a loss. Then, his consciousness continued forward, plunging into a boundless darkness.

In the face of this darkness, Wuji suddenly calmed down and became conscious.

But the sand frightened gulls panicked. He didn't know what this darkness was or where it was going. He wanted to retreat, but found that there seemed to be an invisible force pulling him in the darkness, constantly pulling him into the depths. Although he struggled with all his might, he still couldn't control it.

Sha Jingou became more and more nervous, he roared lowly, bit the tip of his tongue again, spurted out a mouthful of blood, made several handprints with his hands, and shouted: "Break!"

There is a strong wind in the sea of Mowgli's knowledge. The invisible hand was curled up like a broken flag. As soon as Wuji's pressure was relaxed, he regained a little self, and in a trance, he felt the wooden needle in his hand, gritted his teeth, and pierced his thigh hard.

A sharp pain hit, and the irritability was swept away.

But the hand did not disappear, as if it had been pierced by something, rolling and tearing in the wind, and could not break free.

At the same time, there was a vague breath that flowed into Wuji's body along the wooden needle, lingering on Wuji's chest, slowly rotating.

The boredom in Wuji's chest gradually weakened, and his eyes became clearer, and he finally saw the situation in the temple clearly.

The old man was lying in his arms, with blood at the corners of his mouth, but his breath was quite steady. His hand was over Mowgli's hand holding the wooden needle, warm and calm.

The stupid two people were still lying on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, roaring in a low voice, gurgling blood from their mouths and noses, and the hall was in a mess.

The sand gull no longer has the calmness just now. His hair was disheveled, his face distorted, and even his wrinkles deepened. The hands that were as thin as chicken feet kept changing their handprints, and the flames in their eyes were scattered, like candles in the wind, revealing indescribable panic and uneasiness.

"Steady, steady!" the old man leaned in Wuji's arms and kept saying, "Be steady!"

Although Wuji couldn't figure out what was going on, he also knew that it was beneficial to them, and he wouldn't give up lightly without the old man's orders. He endured the pain, stared at the eyes of the sand gull, held the wooden needle tightly, and kept piercing inward, as if it was not his thigh that was pierced, but the sand gull's thoughts.

The horror in Sha Jingou's eyes became stronger and stronger, and he kept spurting blood and whispering, like a fierce beast caught by a beast, letting out a low roar that was about to die, but he couldn't break free.

In the hall of the national teacher, an invisible battle has reached a stalemate.

It was a different story in the dungeon.

After Wuji and the old man left, Ying Yiran was full of energy, and carefully felt the prohibition in the dungeon. As for the issue that Mowgli cared about, for her, it was not a problem at all.

She only asked Lin Fei and the others one sentence: Do you want to get out alive, or do you want to stay here and be boiled by the giants? If you want to get out alive, listen to me. Otherwise, you nominate one of your own, as long as he can sense the prohibition and grasp the fighter.

Lin Fei discussed with the stone and wood and agreed. In the face of life and death, they dare not be willful.

When the old man and the sand frightened gull clashed in their minds, Ying Yiran could have attacked, but she did not move, no matter how Lin Fei and the others urged, even if the giants who were imprisoned in various cells had already shown signs of losing control, she was indifferent, just waited quietly.

It wasn't until Mowgli stabbed the wooden needle into her thigh, and the mind of the sand startling gull was trapped in Mowgli's sea of consciousness, and the imprisoned giant roared angrily and began to kick the fence hard, that she yelled: "It's now, do it!"

Before she could finish speaking, she leapt into the air and turned into a red beast flame, spewing out a ball of fire. Flames burst out of the cracks in the fence, forcing the Giant Jailer to take a step back. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she swung her claw, easily knocked down the iron lock of the cell door, rushed out, and ran wildly.

Lin Fei followed, and the two rushed to the cell where Lin Zixiang and the others were being held. Ying Yiran waved his claws again to shoot down the iron lock, released Lin Zixiang and the others, and turned his head and ran. Lin Fei pulled his bow and shot arrows, and shouted at Lin Zixiang and the others: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

The stone and wood carried the little purple moon on his back, behind the back hall.

They walked all the way, slamming the iron locks on the prison doors. After the needle was applied by Wuji, their strength skyrocketed, the heavy iron axes and sledgehammers were as light as nothing in their hands, the strong iron locks were like rotten wood, and they fell with a single blow, and the thick fences were useless, and they broke one after another.

Out-of-control giants swarmed out, beating people when they saw them, and some of them tore each other together before they even left the prison door. Before the jailers could speak, the jailers who rushed up to try to intercept them were knocked to the ground by the enraged giants.

For a while, the dungeon was full of flesh and blood, screaming again and again.

Ying Yiran took the lead and rushed out of the dungeon, as fast as lightning, knocking down several giants one after another, killing a bloody path, and rushing to the National Teacher's Palace.

Lin Fei, Shi Shi and the others followed closely behind, running wildly.

Countless giants rushed out of the dungeon, killing aimlessly in all directions, pouring into the palace and the streets and alleys of the capital of Xiaoyang.

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