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Chapter 342
Fucheng.

first prison.

This is the prison with the highest standard in the entire Northern Territory Prefecture, and most of the prisoners are in the sixth level of martial arts or above, but the number is not large.

After all, every strong person who can reach the domain level is a valuable asset of the human race, and their number is naturally rare.

And even if he really committed some heinous crime, he would almost never be executed.

Unless it's treason.

In fact, most of the people detained here are mostly because of "routing problems" or "economic problems."

Rather than saying this is a prison, it is a place where one can concentrate on spiritual practice.

Deprive all power and freedom, and concentrate all your thoughts on martial arts. If you can cultivate to the ninth level of martial arts, your sins will naturally disappear.

This is some kind of tacit "hidden rule".

Compared with many eras in history, today's human race is considered to be the most "civilized" and values ​​the equality, dignity, and life of each tribe.

However, some problems cannot be solved by civilization.

such as strength.

When any clansman reaches the Ninth Layer Realm, it means that they naturally have all immunity, and the law cannot be restrained.

This is a certain balance and compromise between the laws of nature and the rules of civilization.

……

"Fang Siping, someone is looking for you."

An indifferent voice rang out into a quiet room that was completely sealed. Along with the heart-wrenching creak of the heavy iron door, the sun shone in again after a few months.

Fang Siping has been locked up here for several months.

After the interrogation ended, he was thrown here and didn't go out for a day.

His cultivation has not been sealed, but he knows very well that he cannot escape.

The whole prison is a magical weapon refined by the God of War, unless you are stronger than the God of War, don't even think about it.

In fact, Fang Siping had no intention of escaping.

escape?
Where can I go?

After touching his crazy hair, a ball of water appeared in his hand, and after washing his face, Fang Siping walked out of the prison gate and walked into the sunshine.

There was an inexplicable smile on his face.

There are some things, needless to say.

Some things must be done.

Even if you do it, you are destined to be punished and put in jail, but you still have to do it.

He has never regretted it.

"Who wants to see me?"

"I."

A thin figure emerged from the sunlight, Sikong Xuan, the head of the Northern Realm Palace.

"What is the Palace Master looking for me for?"

Fang Siping smiled and said, without bowing or saluting, not even shaking hands, and there was even a hint of gratuitous sarcasm in his voice.

"Naturally I have something to do with you. The No. 0309 Prison is going to be relocated to Small World No. [-] for combat transformation. You will lead the team."

Sikong Xuan said expressionlessly.

Small world No. 0309?

Fang Siping was slightly taken aback.

In my impression, it was Tang Wuxin's territory, why did he go there?

"The battle has begun?"

He couldn't help asking, his tone inexplicably excited.

Becoming a "guilty and meritorious" team during the invasion of aliens is also an important way out for this group of prisoners in the First Prison.

It's just that many prisoners didn't wait for this day until they died.

"Now that Chu Yao is in charge of that small world, he has reached an agreement with the cities in the Northern Territory to transfer prisoners from all walks of life to use as cannon fodder. What do you think?"

Sikong Xuan didn't answer his question, and his expression didn't change at all, he asked nonchalantly.

Ok?
Fang Siping was taken aback again.

Chu Yao?

Has he grown to this point?
Or... a layout to save himself?

Fang Siping thought so and smiled.

"Just go, Master Palace Master, isn't he afraid that we will cause chaos if we go?"

Sikong Xuan waved his hand.

"What kind of chaos can you make? The bigger the chaos, the faster you will die. Get ready and set off tomorrow, and I will send you there personally."

After leaving a word, he disappeared in place.

Fang Siping sat on the steps, silent for a while, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his brows were tightly knit.

"It's fucking capable of tossing!"

"I can toss, but my son can do it even more!"

for a long time.

Fang Siping got up and muttered.

……

after one day.

Entrance to Small World No. 0309.

Sikong Xuan is holding a pagoda in his hand, this is the first prison, inside the pagoda there is a space for all the prisoners.

Stretch out your finger and tap lightly, like pouring beans from a sack, hundreds of people fell out of the pagoda one after another.

Fang Siping was among them.

If someone were here, they would definitely find that almost every one of these hundreds of people was once a famous figure in the history of the Northern Territory Mansion.

There are those who are in high positions of authority, there are those who became famous at a young age, there are those who are full of evil, there are those who are unruly and unruly...

The only thing they have in common is that their cultivation bases are above the Domain Realm.

At this moment.

The group of people collectively looked at the stone tablet at the entrance, and were a little stunned when they saw the words on it.

"Grass? What's the situation? The military department doesn't exist anymore? How could such an awesome place be allowed to exist?"

Someone was cursing.

Compared with the crimes they committed, this inscription is simply an open challenge to some kind of public order and good customs.

How could the military department, the sacred, majestic, and aloof military department allow such a place to exist?
Most people are silent.

I deduced the ins and outs of this matter in my heart, and the possible impact on myself.

Sikong Xuan coughed dryly, glanced at them, and after a moment of silence, said in a deep voice: "After reading the inscription, you must understand what kind of place it is inside."

"The current person in charge of this small world is Chu Yao. The disciple of Leimeng Junshen, the new successor of the Northern Frontier Literature School, the son of Chu Feihong, the nephew of Fang Siping... As for other identities, you guys Dig yourself."

"I can go a little deeper. The reason why this place exists is a pilot project jointly promoted by the Army God Lei Meng and the Army God Wen Yan. Chu Yao wants to raise Gu, but he is also a Gu. When you go in, it is another group of Gu. .As for who will come out in the end? I don't know."

"But there is no doubt that the one who can come out is naturally the final winner."

Those present are all smart people, and they are not good people.

Soon he understood what Sikong Xuan meant.

This is an opportunity.

It is also a trial.

This small world, from now on, is already a place outside the law.

There is a person in charge with a strong identity and background, who has set up such a bureau.

No matter what the purpose is.

For this bureau, the military department at least gave some room for survival.

You are chaotic and fighting, as long as you don't come out, it is a competition without rules. If you are strong and strong, you will naturally be the boss.

Anyway, it won't turn the sky in the end.

"go in!"

Sikong Xuan said in a deep voice, dropped a word, then looked at everyone with his own eyes, and walked inside.

When the last person walked in, he stepped in himself.

From an angle that no one could see, a smile appeared on his face.

Inexplicably looking forward to it.

In this killing field, who can be the king?

……

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(End of this chapter)