After just a few breaths, countless monks flew out from Prison Peak.
"Who dares to come to my prison peak to cause trouble!" Several monks held iron chains and immediately surrounded Lu Yu.
But before they could even see Lu Yu's appearance clearly, they were suddenly blown away by a huge force.
Lu Yu let out a long roar and slapped him away from the air.
Bang bang bang!
Numerous crashing sounds were heard, and countless Prison Peak disciples in front of Lu Yu were knocked out one after another.
In just a few breaths, no one could stand still in front of Lu Yu.
"Bold, do you know that breaking into Prison Peak is a capital offense!" A monk shouted fiercely, but he didn't dare to get close.
Lu Yu turned a deaf ear to these threats, glanced at those people, and said calmly: "It has nothing to do with you, get out of the way."
"He...he is Netherworld in the Great Competition!"
"Is it him? I wonder why he looks so familiar."
"Don't go there. He can even kill a strong man in the Inscription Realm. We are no match for him."
The gate of Prison Peak in front of you was empty, and no one dared to step forward to stop Lu Yu.
Seeing that the situation was not good, some people hurried to the mountains and informed the prison elders and Yan Jin.
At this time, there is the mountain behind Dianyu Peak.
In a luxurious mansion, the warden elder and Yan Jin sat cross-legged opposite each other.
Beside the two of them, there was another prisoner kneeling on the ground, his body covered with dense runes.
These runes seemed to be carved directly on his body with a knife, and blood seeped out from the wounds, which was shocking.
The elder warden said: "Let's get started, Jin'er."
"Yan Fengxiang, even if I die, I will never let you go! I wish you, father and son, a bad death!" The prisoner's face was distorted and he yelled crazily.
No matter how loud he roared, it was as if the father and son in front of him didn't hear him.
Suddenly, Yan Jin opened his mouth and recited a complicated and difficult ancient spell.
As the sound of the spell echoed around, there was a will in the dark that forcefully pulled out the magic power from the prisoner.
"Ahhhh!" The prisoner screamed miserably and kept struggling.
But his hands and feet were all tied with heavy chains, making it impossible for him to move.
The prisoner's body gradually began to weaken, and his voice became much softer. His originally strong body was rapidly losing weight, and he became skinny and bones.
And all the magic power extracted from him fell on Yan Jin.
Yan Jin circulated his skills all over his body, absorbing all the magic power.
A breath of turbid air stood out, and his eyes suddenly opened. At this moment, he seemed to have been reborn, and his cultivation had been greatly improved.
The prison elder said with satisfaction: "Jin'er, your talent is very good, and now you have been accepted as a disciple by a strong man in the heaven. As long as you practice with concentration, you will definitely soar even in the heaven in the future."
Then the prison elder glanced at the skinny bones lying on the ground and said contemptuously: "Instead of wasting their mana in this prison, it would be better for my son to absorb all their mana. Don't worry, these prisoners
, I have plenty of them in Prison Peak.”
Yan Jin also had a smile on his face.
However, he was still a little worried and said: "Dad, the powerful men from the heavens I called last time besieged the sect leader and the divine master. I am worried that they will come to the door?"
The warden elder laughed and said: "Impossible! You were accepted as a disciple by a strong man from the heaven, and now you are a person from the heaven. Even if you are the master, you are still a mortal after all. He is worried about being retaliated by the strong man from the heaven, so he never dares to treat you.