The Thirty-three Realms of the Prison Department, the first realm.
Above the sky, the red sun hangs high, emitting infinite heat and baking the earth.
There is no remnant of the gods in the sky here, but the heterogeneity of this place is equally intense.
The heterogeneity that permeates Wangu Continent affects not only Wangu itself, but also all the small worlds involved with it.
It's just that there are no gods inhabiting the sun and moon here. They were transformed by the gaze of the four original heavenly gods in this world. After being transformed by the Sword Holding Palace, they became sharp weapons.
Now under the sun formed by this gaze, the heat wave is rolling, and the clouds and fog have become thinner, making the two figures, one old and one young, walking in the sky particularly bright.
The old man is a ghost.
The young man is Xu Qing.
"The job of the pawns in Area C is actually very simple, which is to patrol this area."
"You are not the only pawn in this world. There are sixty-seven people including you. The scope and time of the inspection will be arranged when you can come to this world alone."
"Before that, all you need to do is follow me, and I will take you to familiarize yourself with everything here."
Ghost Hands spoke as he moved forward.
When Xu Qing heard this, he respectfully said yes.
"In addition, Xu Qing, becoming a pawn in District C, will also have two benefits." Guishou smiled, took out a pot of old wine from his body, and took a big sip.
"The first benefit is that there is no monthly killing limit, but you can't kill too many, it's up to you to decide."
"The second benefit is actually what all the pawns in Area C care about most, and that is to gain insights in this small world."
"Therefore, all the rules and laws on earth are controlled by us, so it is more suitable for monks to understand the operation of heaven and earth and study how the way of heaven is formed."
"This is the key to promotion to Lingzang. The secret treasure of Lingzang monks must be controlled by the law of heaven."
"Although you haven't reached Nascent Soul yet, there are benefits to realizing it in advance. Later, when your cultivation level is enough to patrol alone, you will realize the corresponding benefits. Of course, how much you gain depends on your luck."
Xu Qing remembered what he said.
This was the first time he heard about the spiritual treasure. Although these questions could be asked to his master and Master Zixuan, he still expressed his gratitude to Guishou for informing him, so he cupped his fists and bowed.
Guishou smiled and took another sip of wine. When passing by a wilderness, he looked down and smiled.
"By the way, I just forgot to mention that as a pawn in Area C, I occasionally have to feed myself during patrols."
After saying that, the ghost hand waved his hand, and immediately some waste pills containing a lot of foreign matter and only a little bit of spiritual energy were thrown down.
"Look, the fun is coming." Guishou licked his lips and looked at the earth.
Xu Qing also looked away.
The moment they looked, the ground in the wilderness suddenly exploded, and skinny figures rushed out from inside.
Some of these figures have humanoid forms, but most of them are from foreign races, with different appearances, and even spiritual plants.
At this moment, they all rushed out, with madness and desire in their eyes, rushing towards the waste pills, and they attacked each other ferociously, life and death. It seemed that to them, these waste pills were like supreme treasures, making them crazy about them.
Xu Qing saw a blue-scale alien with six arms. In order to get a useless elixir, he did not hesitate to destroy half of his own arms. After swallowing the elixir, he looked satisfied and ran away frantically...
But it was too late, as a group of aliens rushed up to him, and they bit him and cut his body into pieces to obtain the power of decomposition and digestion.
There was also an area where hundreds of prisoners, with red eyes, kept fighting and snatching, and finally succeeded in snatching Zhixiu, who was covered in blood with a look of eagerness on his face, and swallowed the pill with flesh and blood.
Things like this are everywhere. As the pills fall, almost every pill will trigger a fierce fight.
Soon the wilderness was littered with corpses, and the prisoners who survived noticed Xu Qing and Ghost Hands in the sky, and they all knelt down and worshiped in awe, as if they were looking at gods.
"This area has been captured in the last hundred years, so it is still alive and kicking, which is more fun."
"The six-armed tribe who was cannibalized into corpses used the power of the Seven Infants to kill the cultivators in the Palace before he was captured. At that time, he had a bad reputation outside. But here, even though he is still a Nascent Soul, he can be used by this small world
After walking together, I feel extremely vulnerable."
"There is also the Flying Wing Clan with wings on its back. I captured it. It is even more powerful. The Eight Infant Body once ravaged Chaoxia Prefecture. You said that they recall the wind and rain outside, but now they are so miserable. Their mood will be...
how."
Ghost Hand grinned.
Xu Qing stared at the ground and saw that the cultivation of these prisoners was extremely fragile. They were obviously Nascent Souls and had the same aura, but it felt to him that he could crush them to death with just one finger.
"As for those waste elixirs, the reason why they desire them is because the spiritual energy here is exhausted. In order to survive and not die, they must let their cultivation level exist, so they have to risk their lives to snatch them."
Xu Qing frowned. He felt that there was something wrong with Guishou's words. It was a bit contradictory to risk death once in order not to die.
Guishou smiled and did not explain immediately, but led Xu Qing forward.
Passing through mountains and deserts, we finally arrived at a vast plain.
Here, Xu Qing's pupils shrank.
He saw countless figures sitting cross-legged and meditating on the ground.
Every one of these people of all races sitting cross-legged and meditating remained motionless.
Close your eyes and practice silently.
Although there is some vitality in the body, it is extremely bleak, and there are amazing formations in this entire plain, and life and cultivation are constantly being extracted from them.
"There is another rule in this world, and that is reset."
"Except for being killed by the jailer, other prisoners who die here will undergo a reset every month, and will be resurrected in the reset, and part of their memory and all records will be permanently erased."
"After dying many times, they turned into zombies without any memory. They appeared here in a daze and became the source of power for the operation of the forbidden magic weapon in the county."
"You know Xu Qing, for a prisoner, the most painful thing is that he has memories, because everything in the memory is in contrast to the present, which is very heart-wrenching."
"But similarly, memory is the only private thing they have left. It is extremely precious. It is everything that supports them after they are free. Therefore, the gradual deprivation of memory will make them extremely frightened."
"So if you don't fight for the elixir, you won't be able to replenish your spiritual energy, and you will die faster. That's why you have the opportunity to not die too many times at the cost of dying once."…
"Drink poison to quench thirst, it must taste good." Ghost Hand smiled cruelly.
Xu Qing nodded. He knew the character of the old jailer in front of him during the secret training that day. At this moment, Xu Qing glanced at a slightly different area in the crowd.
The color of the ground there is red, which is different from the background color of the plain. From the sky, this small area is very obvious.
There are more than forty prisoners inside, all of whom are from the near-immortal clan, sitting cross-legged.
There is one inside that Xu Qing has seen.
It was the specimen that Ghost Hand brought when he was explaining the fate of all races that day.
"The three tribes have a covenant, so there is nothing we can do. These near-immortal tribes can only be imprisoned for ten years at most before being sent back." Noticing Xu Qing's gaze, Gui Shou took another sip of wine and spoke helplessly.
"Although it is difficult to erase too many memories in such a short period of time, it still has some effect. However, three hundred years ago, the county governor was kind and in order not to destroy the friendship with the Jinxian clan, he ordered that all prisoners of the Jinxian clan should not erase this memory.
thing."
"So from then on, the Near Immortals were thrown here directly as short-term spiritual stones."
Xu Qing nodded. He thought of the secret mission of the Immortal Clan Immortal Puppet given by the Palace Master, so he paid more attention.
"Senior Ghost Hand, have you ever fought against the immortal puppets of the Immortal Clan?" Xu Qing asked.
"Fairy puppet? I've beaten it before, but that thing is too evil. It's full of alien features, is extremely difficult to damage, and can repair itself." After Guishou finished speaking, he glanced at Xu Qing.
"Are you interested in fairy puppets?"
Xu Qing nodded.
"Then I suggest you ask Lord Jun Cheng for advice. He is very knowledgeable. I heard that he has also done some research on the immortal puppets of the Near Immortal Clan."
"Let's not talk about this. Let's go. There are more places like this ahead. I will take you to get familiar with them."
Ghost Hands walked forward.
Xu Qing followed behind.
The two flew over this astonishing plain and saw the sea and the withered jungle.
In the pills thrown by the ghost hands occasionally, Xu Qing also saw many life-and-death fights like before, and there were also many places where the formations absorbed life.
At the same time, Xu Qing also saw some of the jailers in Area C along the way. These people were responsible for different areas, and they all paid respects to the ghost hand after seeing him.
After Guishou's introduction, the jailers in Area C all glanced at Xu Qing and nodded slightly, but most of them looked cold.
"In the future, when you can bear the rules of this place and can patrol alone, they will naturally accept you. Now you... are not good enough."
"Also, do you know why they are so respectful to others? It's not because I am the prison leader in this world. These guys are all arrogant at heart. There are some who are higher in cultivation than me."
Guishou took a sip of wine and showed a hint of pride in his expression. Such an expression was rare in him.
Hearing this, Xu Qing's face showed just the right amount of curiosity, and he looked at Ghost Shou.
Ghost Hand laughed and tapped his forehead with his finger.
"I am an old man. I have average qualifications. I have been in Yuanying for more than 800 years and I have never been able to break through to the spiritual treasure. However, I have never slashed the Emperor Sword in my life."
"I have raised it for eight hundred years! When this sword comes out, it will shake the world!"
"Eight hundred years?" Xu Qing was a little moved. He knew the power of the Emperor's Sword. The longer it was cultivated, the greater its power. There was once a Nascent Soul who cultivated the sword for two thousand years and beheaded Guixu...
But after all, this is a record of the exercises, not a personal experience.
Today was the first time he saw someone keeping the Emperor Sword for nearly a thousand years.
This matter is too difficult. After all, monks fight and experience life and death. At some critical moments, they have no choice but to use the Sword of Accumulation.
To cultivate it for such a long time requires great opportunities and luck.
Noticing Xu Qing's expression, Guishou's expression became even more proud.
"Old man, as a jailer, I am preparing this sword to protect this world."
"I have thought about it. When my life is approaching and I no longer work as a jailer, I will go out and find a powerful alien race that I don't like. I will kill it. It will eliminate every harm for my human race. This old man
My life is not in vain, my death is worth something.
value."
When Xu Qing heard this, he showed admiration on his face, stamped his feet and bowed to the ghost hand to show his respect.
Obviously, having this sword that has been cultivated for eight hundred years is a very satisfying thing for Ghost Hand. Seeing Xu Qing respecting his statement so much, he laughed, took another big sip of wine, and walked forward happily.
Just count them like this
Time passed by, and under the guidance of Ghost Hand, Xu Qing became more and more familiar with this prison. As time passed, the two of them also ended their trip and prepared to leave and return to the Prison Department.
But at this moment, Guishou suddenly turned his head and looked at the ground below, his face darkening.
Where he looked was a withered forest. Among the large number of dead trees, there was a towering tree. Although the trunk was also withered, it was still thick. There was an old face growing on it.
At this moment, the face's eyes slowly opened, revealing blue eyes, looking at Xu Qing and Ghost Hands in the sky, showing a hint of fear.
"Greetings to Lord Ghost Hands."
"Didn't I tell you that you were not allowed to leave where you were, but you didn't obey and moved here." On the sky, Ghost Hand's expression was gloomy and he spoke coldly.
Then he pointed at the tree and introduced it to Xu Qing.
"Remember this one, he is no ordinary tree man, he is the only wood spirit tribesman in the entire Prison Department."
"Although its tribe is ordinary now, in the past... it was extraordinary."
The ghost hand slowly spread the words.
Xu Qing stared and looked at the Wood Spirit clansman.
"Before Ancient Emperor Xuanyou, Ancient Emperor Lingxia, who unified the Wanggu Continent, was born in the Ancient Spirit Clan. At that time, the Ancient Spirit Clan was the supreme clan of Wanggu, and was even called the Clan of Destiny."
"The spirits of the five elements under his command each form a lineage."
Guishou spoke calmly.
"But after the decline, the ancient spirit clan's bloodline was almost extinct, and the five spirits under its command fell apart. There is a surviving wood spirit clan in our Fenghai County. Because of their gentle temperament, they live in peace and harmony."
"This is a member of his tribe, but his personality is different from that of his tribe. He is very bloodthirsty. Three hundred years ago, he caused trouble in this place, so I captured him and brought him here to control him."
This chapter has been completed!