Chapter 171 Deja Vu

To be cautious, Jin Ziming buried Leng Yue in it and then filled it with soil and snow.

He hung the token of Chi Sword Hall on his chest, jumped up, and flew towards the Black Prison.

In the strong wind, the snowflakes became bigger and bigger.

Finally, we approached the black cliff and landed, but we didn't find any mountain gate or passage.

Jin Ziming had no choice but to step forward. After just a few dozen steps, he hit an invisible barrier.

Although he was bounced back, the token on his chest lit up, emitting a light blue light.

The blue light became brighter and brighter, projecting on the shield of the large array, gradually forming an arch.

It turns out that Jian Yunfeng used the formation barrier to verify the identity of the visitor.

He hurriedly got in, and the blue light behind him gradually dimmed, and the door disappeared.

Looking up, the Black Prison is entirely made of huge rocks, and the dark cliffs are as steep as a knife.

The hardness and blackness are in stark contrast to the softness and whiteness of the outside world, making this place even more poignant.

Jin Ziming flew around the foot of the mountain, looking for a way up the mountain while getting familiar with the terrain.

The mountain was so big that it took him a long time to fly more than half a circle, but he never found the mountain road. Instead, he saw two sword cultivators flying directly down the mountain.

Only then did the man understand that there was no road in this mountain.

He leaped into the air, his body rising continuously, until he reached 80% of the height of the Black Prison, hit a new barrier, and was blocked again.

On the edge of the cliff, a path winds up around the mountain. On the mountain path, at intervals, there is a stone room with windows.

Jin Ziming flew to the starting point of the mountain road and landed slowly.

Here stands an ancient black stone tablet, about two feet high, and the fonts on it still look scarlet and eye-catching.

"Instructions for disciples of the Sword Cloud Peak lineage:

Those who want to climb to the top to practice must walk up the mountain from here, and the same is true when returning.

By doing this, you can gradually adapt to the cold and gloomy atmosphere, and you can also feel awe after seeing the miserable condition of the prisoners.

Over the years, those who have seriously violated the sect's rules have been imprisoned in stone chambers along the way. I hope you will take this as a warning and always be loyal to your oath of entry."

As soon as he finished reading, he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind.

Looking back, there was a closed stone door, with wisps of black air leaking out from the cracks in the door.

In front of the heavy gate, there is also a stone tablet, about a person tall, which reads:

"Disciples are not allowed to enter the place where foreign criminals are detained. Violators will be severely punished."

Jin Ziming made some observations and guessed that the cells were built in the mountains and never saw the light of day all year round.

He turned around again and started walking upward.

This is a road carved directly on the cliff by a powerful force, which can be called a miraculous workmanship.

A wisp of black yin energy floated in front of him, stuck to his arm, and penetrated into his body in the blink of an eye.

Jin Ziming deliberately did not resist, and found that this guy was like a living creature, clinging to flesh and blood whenever he saw it.

Immediately, it began to fuse and react, and soon formed the kind of spider web in Guang Liang's body.

After figuring out the mechanism, he used bright cyan spiritual energy to wrap the part of flesh and blood that had just been poisoned, forcing it out of the body.

Jin Ziming didn't understand how the sword cultivator used it to temper the sword energy, sword intention and physical body, so he had to use a protective shield as he walked.

Little Niba’s spiritual consciousness said:

"Jin Ziming, this black energy is pretty good. You can save some and I will use it to 'sharpen' my knives later."

"Okay." Of course he readily agreed to such a cost-free and beneficial thing.

He walked to the first stone room, stopped curiously, and looked inside from the window.

The room was dark, and there was a person sitting against the wall. His gray hair was spread randomly, covering his face.

This man has thick bones, but is skinny and skinny.

There were shackles tied at his feet, with a metal hose connected to the stone wall.

Jin Ziming released a ray of spiritual consciousness wantonly and explored it carefully.

The other party didn't take it seriously. It seemed that he was used to the rudeness of these disciples.

That pair of shackles was quite extraordinary, as his cultivation level was suppressed at the Golden Elixir Great Perfection, and his soul was also fixed at the Second Great Perfection.

There are two hollow spikes on the inside of the shackles, which pierce into the prisoner's ankles and inject cold black air into his body.

The surface and inside of this man's legs were densely covered with black cobwebs, but he still refused to give up and was still doing his exercises, trying desperately to block the erosion of the black energy.

The level of his skills is very high, his true energy moves smoothly, but his cultivation is suppressed, and the amount of spiritual energy he can use is very small.

Over the years, cold air continues to enter the body, destroying his functions.

Jin Ziming sighed, admiring this man's tenacity and unyieldingness.

He looked at the other party sympathetically, finally shook his head and continued up the mountain.

There was more and more black gas on the mountain road, and there were already more than ten cells passed by.

Every time, he would stop briefly to take a look at the people inside.

Among them, some screamed and fought, some gave up completely, and some were on the verge of death.

One of the white-haired old men left a deep impression on him. Although he was tortured, his eyes were still like sharp swords.

The old man's whole body was filled with sword energy, but no spider webs were formed in his body.

Jin Ziming's eyes were hurt by his sword intent, and he quickly ran away.

A young sword cultivator walked towards him. The two nodded expressionlessly and passed by.

Jin Ziming walked more than two hundred steps and saw another stone room.

He had planned to reach the top as soon as possible, but for some reason, he unexpectedly stopped.

He turned around and looked around. The situation inside was very similar to the first stone house.

A thin and burly old man sat on the ground. His gray hair was braided and hung behind his head, revealing his old face.

Jin Ziming stared at him, his heart beating inexplicably faster, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.

This old man always felt that he had seen him somewhere but could not remember it, which made him anxious, a little hesitant, and even sad.

Taking a closer look at the other person's features and figure, the feeling of familiarity becomes more and more obvious.

He probed his spiritual consciousness into the old man's body, and there seemed to be a voice shouting:

"This person is related to me and has a deep connection!"

The monk's intuition and subconscious mind are often effective, which is a strong call from the depths of the soul.

He stood in front of the window and looked at the old man intently, his eyes becoming more and more focused and softer.

The people in the room had noticed him, but didn't take it seriously at first.

But after a while, he seemed to feel the warmth in Jin Ziming's eyes, and his heartstrings were plucked.

He began to look at this young man seriously, and even let out the soul of the second great perfection to check.

Jin Ziming did not resist and allowed his spiritual consciousness to enter his body.

"Senior, what is your surname, what sect you are from, and why are you being imprisoned here?"

"My surname is Qin. I was originally a disciple of Yujian Hall. I killed a fellow disciple, so I was imprisoned here.

Young man, what is your last name? You are a bit strange, and you actually make me feel warm."

"My surname is Jin, and I feel the same way."

"Oh, my surname is Jin." The old man's face clearly showed disappointment.

Jin Ziming's heart tightened and he couldn't help but add:

"This is my adopted father's surname. I don't know my real surname."

"That's it." The old man became excited again.

Jin Ziming carefully explored his body and found that his condition was better than that of the first prisoner.

Although the entire calf is densely covered with cobwebs, the web-like material in the thigh is not too dense.

But even so, it still made him feel pain.

"Are you a sword cultivator? Which sect do you belong to?" the old man asked.

Jin Ziming did not want to deceive the old man, but was inexplicably sure that the other man would not betray him. He used his spiritual consciousness to transmit the message and answered honestly:

"Senior, I am not from Jianyun Peak or its subordinate sects. I just sneaked in to find something for a friend."

Hearing that this young man was not a swordsman, the old man felt relieved and relaxed.
To be continued...