I have always been careful

Wei Yuan walked calmly, but his footsteps were full of wind, and his speed was not slow at all.

It took the water ghost and the Qi family army soul a long time to catch up. When they looked up, they saw that the gentle smile on Wei Yuan's face when he faced the pear tree had disappeared completely. His expression was not cold, but there was no smile.

When Wei Yuan stopped.

The water ghost was shocked to realize that he had arrived at the prison gate.

In other words, this is a prison prepared by the special operations team for those practitioners who disrupted the order of Shenzhou. Those imprisoned in it are not mortals, but those evil monks who have not yet been dealt with, and those who have transformed into monsters.

The materials used outside are the latest technology, mixed with spiritual stone skills.

If the cultivation level cannot reach a certain level, it is impossible to break this layer of wall. Even a close-range bombing with high-powered firearms will not have any problem. The two ghosts were hesitating, but they saw Wei Yuan just walking in lightly, and those defensive measures and spells had no reaction.

Wei Yuan's illusion foundation comes from the remaining divinity of Wuzhiqi.

It may not be able to pry too much power.

But the level of its nature itself is quite high.

Ordinary means of detecting illusions cannot see through his illusion foundation from the Age of Gods.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to open the umbrella, and the water ghost and the fighting spirit turned into a wisp of water vapor and flew into it. This was the gift they received after receiving the order from the Water Lord. Basically, they were no longer ordinary ghosts, but rather righteous gods and earth gods.

The water ghost muttered: "What are you doing in this prison?"

Wei Yuan said calmly: "To see a 'person'."

"Person?"

"A person who is about to die."

Wei Yuan stopped in front of a cell.

The iron door at the entrance of the cell was connected to high voltage electricity. Even for a cultivator, it would be difficult to escape from this door unless he had practiced to the level of Vajra Indestructibility. An old man sat in the cell with a pair of cloudy and dim eyes. He was the man from Sakurajima who had set up a stall.

The old man was extremely alert. Wei Yuan dispersed some of the illusions so that he could see him.

The old man's expression changed and he stepped back subconsciously, but there was a rustling sound. In order to prevent him from casting spells, his feet had been locked with chains. The material used contained a special spiritual stone that would always release irregular spiritual turbulence to interfere with the cultivator's casting movements.

The old man's face was distorted by severe pain.

He sat down again, without the strength to move. He just looked at Wei Yuan holding the umbrella, with fear in his eyes. He suppressed the fear and said with a smile in the Shenzhou language: "I didn't expect that you would come to visit me. I am flattered, flattered." Wei Yuan looked down at him with indifference and said calmly: "The Taiping Dao disciple has passed away." The old man's heart skipped a beat, but he looked calm and shook his head: "What a pity." "He is not old among the monks, and he has good qualifications. He could have cultivated something. So, are you here to avenge him, or just to tell me this news?" There was a hint of madness in the expression of the Sakurajima monk. He raised the shackles on his hands and said: "If you really have the courage, kill me." "Anyway, I have already been in this prison. Have been enough. "

"Otherwise, I may not be unable to survive. I am the highest priest of Sakurajima Shrine and have an official identity. This matter can evolve into an incident between Sakurajima and Shenzhou. My relatives and Sakurajima parliamentarians will negotiate in person."

Wei Yuan said indifferently: "No one can leave without paying the price after doing evil in China."

"You are destined to die here."

The old man's tone stopped and he immediately mocked:

"But I have lived for a long time longer than the Taiping monk."

"He was very pitiful. He hoped to go back to his hometown to support his mother, but he never had a chance. Later, he finally left, but became my medicine man. In fact, his will was quite tenacious. I used more than ten strange poisons to control him. In the end, I couldn't bear it."

His voice paused slightly, and then he laughed wildly.

"I can't bear to destroy this excellent test body!"

The old man said bluntly that he wanted to anger the person in front of him and let the other party kill him here.

This can actually sow discord between this person and the Shenzhou government.

He deserved his death.

But the young man in front of him was unmoved. Wei Yuan looked at the old man who seemed to be barking like a wild dog and said self-deprecatingly: "If it were me before, I would definitely choose to kill you with a sword, but now, I also know that killing you is certainly a pleasure, but it will also bring some trouble to others."

"Besides, since you are going to die eventually."

"Isn't it too easy for you to die so easily?"

"So I don't plan to kill you."

The old man's face froze, and a great terror suddenly struck his heart.

The slightly pale young man raised his eyes slightly, his pupils were like the abyss, and smiled:

"Have you heard of the Black Ice Platform..."

...…

The Black Ice Platform was a special institution in the past of the Qin Dynasty.

Among them, the elite warriors not only galloped on the battlefield, felled mountains and destroyed temples, but also were responsible for assassinating the dignitaries of the six countries and spying on intelligence. Such an organization was the power behind the Qin Dynasty, and there must be some shady parts. Although Yuan was not the type responsible for assassination, he knew the basic means.

The old man was pale and wanted to retreat.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and had already touched the old man's eyebrows.

The latter wanted to resist, but his cultivation was completely unable to be used.

Instead, he was pulled by the chain and half-knelt on the ground.

Wei Yuan instantly blocked his five senses and distorted his spirit. People perceive the world with their five senses and locate themselves with their spirits. Illusions are to control the five senses. Wuzhiqi disdains such means, because fake is fake. The strength of the soul that can completely control the opponent's five senses often means that the opponent can be directly crushed.

But Wei Yuan found that illusions are actually very useful.

He twisted the old man's five senses, and the latter felt his feet loosen, and his whole body fell directly into a dark and cramped place. The sound of water flow and the roar of wild beasts slowly approached. In addition, there was the pain of being tortured by more than ten kinds of poisons that the Taoist Taiping had experienced.

The old man realized what he was about to face. He was not afraid of death. Sakurajima had its own Bushido of breaking with honor, but he could not bear the endless torture and the life worse than death. He raised his hand in panic and wanted to climb out of this dark space, but was pulled down by the hands behind him.

Turning his head, he saw the Taoist Taiping and the people who died in his hands in the past.

The old man's heart was immediately chilled.

The last glimpse saw that the light of the whole world gradually disappeared. Where the last light was, the young man holding the umbrella had a plain face, dark eyes, and a black umbrella on the ground, nodding slightly.

His expression was calm, and his tone was polite and courteous:

"Well, good night then."

"Sweet dreams."

"No, no, come back!!"

The old man roared and stretched out his hand, but Wei Yuan disappeared completely.

The five senses of the old man Sakurajima fell into darkness, poison, and the pain of torture.

......…

Wei Yuan still used illusion to cover the vision of others and walked out of the prison.

The sunlight outside stimulated him, and the cold air on his body quickly disappeared. Wei Yuan couldn't help yawning, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. He didn't sleep all night and ran a long way. The water ghost looked at the sunlight outside and couldn't help saying:

"It's daytime now."

He made a joke and said strangely:

"Fortunately, it's outside, otherwise you, boss, must have been sealed by the quilt again."

"Huh? What did you say?"

Wei Yuan yawned and turned his head.

There was no trace of the extraordinary and etherealness just now, and there was no trace of solemnity.

The expression on the water ghost's face froze. He looked at Wei Yuan who was obviously dozing off, and blurted out: "Boss, you said good night just now, weren't you saying it to yourself?"

Wei Yuan moved his shoulders and said righteously: "How is it possible."

The water ghost was full of disbelief.

Wei Yuan found a breakfast shop and ordered a bowl of spicy soup, two tea eggs, and a tray of buns.

It barely filled his stomach.

The buns were half fresh meat and half preserved vegetables and meat. The delicious taste of the meat and the softness of the bun skin went well together. Wei Yuan changed several shops and walked down the street before he was full. He touched his stomach and then slowly went home. He decided to go back and take a little sleep this morning.

Sleep until about five o'clock in the afternoon.

As a martial artist, I can fight, eat, and sleep. This is normal.

Isn't it?

......

Sakurajima·Kyoto.

A man in monk's robes knelt on the ground, feeling uneasy.

His son, who was also the only heir to the entire Kyoto Grand Temple, suddenly disappeared after going to Shenzhou, and no matter what means were used, he could not be contacted.

Mogi Yoshiyuki.

After this situation continued for a while, he found the most famous and most skilled fortune teller in Kyoto, hoping that the other party could help him predict the safety of his son and where his child was now.