——This is just the beginning.

Such a loud saying, logically, the next thing is to turn around and fight until the final decision is made, even life and death.

After Jing Jiu said this, he rushed into the night and soon disappeared without a trace, like a ghost.

The old man let go of his hand covering his mouth, and blood dripped to the ground, turning into blue smoke and disappearing.

In his palm, there was a small piece of jade-white thing, which should be a fragment of the dragon teeth.

Jing Jiu was really too hard, and even the dragon teeth could not penetrate, but collapsed.

The old man looked up at Ye Se, his eyes were resentful, but there was no anxious expression on his face.

He didn't know what happened at the bottom of the Demon Suppression Prison, but no one here could avoid his perception.

He knew where Jing Jiu had reached at this time. The resentment in his eyes turned into a fierce murderous intent. His sleeves flew up and the night began to rotate.

Like a light smoke, it took only dozens of breaths to reach the cliff. Just by rushing up, you can return to the first floor of the Demon Suppression Prison.

His figure suddenly disappeared. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the middle of the cliff. The next moment, he came to the cliff.

The wind here is still so hot, dry and without any moisture. Jing Jiu looked at the slightly red gravel under his feet and found that he was still on the second floor.

He ignored the sights from the cells in the distance, and after a moment of thinking, he understood what was going on.

Just as he climbed up the cliff, the old man turned around the world in the Demon-Suppressing Prison.

This world is all in the mind of Canglong, and it is really not easy to escape.

The deep night was torn apart, and the cool wind slightly dispelled some of the scorching heat, and soon became equally hot.

The old man walked out of the night.

Jing Jiu swept in another direction without hesitation. His speed was extremely fast, but he failed to go too far and was bound by an invisible force.

At this time, he was like a moth hitting into a spider web.

The old man appeared in front of him, stared at him and said blankly, "I said, you can't escape."

Jing Jiu didn't say anything.

The old man felt the pain in his mouth, thought he guessed what Jing Jiu was thinking, and sneered: "There are countless ways to kill someone."

As the words came, the domineering aura teared the night light, like the strong wind, the sky slowly landed and the ground slowly raised.

The invisible pressure from heaven and earth comes from all directions, like countless heavy iron plates pressing towards Jing Jiu's body.

No matter how sharp or hard things are, they can only work for tangible things.

Jing Jiu's tattered white clothes were pressed into shattered flakes and pressed against his body. His hands, which exposed his cuffs, were extremely pale, without a trace of blood.

The old man's eyes became colder and the pressure on the world became heavier.

Jing Jiu's face was covered by the sword aura, and he couldn't see clearly his eyebrows and eyes, but he could vaguely see pink being rendered, which should be blood.

The old man said, "So you are the one who can die."

"I am a human, so I will die naturally."

Jing Jiu looked at him and said, "But I said this is just the beginning. If you want to kill me, you will need more time and find more ways."

After saying this, his body trembled slightly, like an invisible ball of flame, swaying in the wind and might be extinguished at any time.

With a buzzing sound, the pressure on heaven and earth fell into reality, stirring up countless smoke and dust.

The invisible flame was extinguished, and the next moment, it was reignited elsewhere.

Jing Jiu disappeared in front of the old man's eyes and appeared several miles away.

Looking at this scene, the old man showed incredible emotions.

How can people avoid the world when they are in the world?

What is even more shocking is that this Qingshan disciple's speed is faster than the flying sword, almost surpassing the concept of time. How did he do it?

Thinking of these things, the old man stepped into the night and walked several miles away in one step, and appeared in front of Jing Jiu.

His expression was solemn and said, "You are indeed very fast, but you can't be faster than me after all."

When it comes to body skills and speed, the Zhongzhou School's Heaven and Earth Escape Technique is undoubtedly the strongest, and the old man has even cultivated the Heaven and Earth Escape Technique to the extreme, even Qilin and Zhongzhou leader are not as good as him. More importantly, this is the Demon Suppression Prison. With the help of the Heaven and Earth Escape Technique, the old man can appear from anywhere, and he almost ignores time.

Jing Jiu escaped from under the dragon's teeth, and this time he avoided the encirclement of heaven and earth, using the Netherworld Immortal Sword that had been practicing hard in the lower level of the Demon Suppression Prison for three years.

The foundation of the Netherworld Immortal Sword is the control of soul fire, so it is so ethereal and uncertain that it is difficult to pursue. It takes several miles of a moment, like a ghost.

This is the first time that the Netherworld Immortal Sword has appeared in the world.

This weird sword ghost technique showed incredible effects and potential, but unfortunately encountered the fastest Canglong in Chaotian Continent.

Jing Jiu has no regrets, nor is he frustrated or desperate.

His eyes were very calm, and he was even looking forward to it.

This is a rare thing.

The old man took action again.

The heaven and earth surrounded again.

Jing Jiu's body became lighter again, as if it had become empty, like an invisible flame swaying, disappearing in place, and when it appeared again, it was already several miles away.

After a moment, the old man walked out of the night and stretched out his palm and slapped his head.

The giant palm like a dome has not yet reached its body, and Jing Jiu's clothes floated slightly, like the underworld, and rushed hundreds of feet away.

The old man had no expression on his face and held his right hand tightly.

The giant palm, carrying the whistling wind, crushed all the space in a radius of hundreds of feet.

At the most dangerous moment, Jing Jiu flashed away, leaving only a piece of his sleeve, which fell to the ground with the wind, turned into dust and mixed into sand and disappeared.

The old man chased after him.

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...

In the dark world, Jing Jiu and the old man appeared constantly, then disappeared, and he was silenced and chasing the most dangerous.

After all, the Demon Suppression Prison is the home court of the old man. No matter how strange and unpredictable the Netherworld Immortal Sword is, it cannot avoid the siege of heaven and earth every time. Jing Jiu was hit several times and suffered heavy injuries. But his speed became faster and faster, and he could always use incredible body techniques to avoid the greatest danger, and even throw the old man farther and farther away.

The old man's face looked ugly.

With his seniority and status in the world of cultivation, it is extremely humiliating that he has not been able to catch such a weak opponent for such a long time.

The power of the Netherworld Immortal Sword is naturally the main reason.

But it was also because the old man could not use truly powerful means in the Demon Suppression Prison, which made him feel very frustrated and he became even more angry.

He even felt that if he continued to pursue this way, the young man would really be able to escape.

The old man suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, opened his arms, exuded an extremely domineering aura, communicating with the world farther away.

Dozens of line shadows turned back to the entity, and Jing Jiu's figure appeared in front of the cliff again.

His clothes floated slightly, like an immortal or a ghost.

Suddenly, the entire cliff collapsed, like a mountain falling to the face, directly pressing Jing Jiu down.

A light sound was like a wine bag being pierced, and a round hole appeared between the cliff rocks, and Jing Jiu flew out with stone chips.

But a sea of ​​fire surged in the sky, directly causing him to keep going back and finally landed on the field.

He was covered in sand and torn clothes. He lowered his head and coughed twice, looking very bleak.

"Who are you?" the old man asked, staring at his face.

For him, Jing Jiu's realm strength is not worth mentioning, but his speed is unimaginable.

Moreover, Jing Jiu's body skills are different from any sword-controlling technique he knows, nor are they escape techniques, and even he cannot see through them.

"You have already reached the state of Nascent Soul at such a young age... In your words, you are called You Ye. I think it is either Zhao Layue or the rumored disciple of Liu Ci."

The old man said in a cold voice: "You are a man, so naturally you are Zhuo Rusui."

Jing Jiu said: "Don't ask anymore, because I will admit nothing."
Chapter completed!