Abusive text substitutes to cultivate ruthless way

The prison was pitch black.

After Dong Qiong's voice fell, there was only silence.He poked his head out, wanting to see Gu Lingyun's reaction at this time.

Gu Lingyun sat in the prison, like a statue, no matter what he said, he didn't respond at all.

Dong Qiong gave a "tsk", feeling a little bored.The smile on his face gradually faded, and he snorted coldly: "I hope that when I see you next time, your bones will still be so hard."

After throwing down these words, Dongqiong turned and walked out.

After Dong Qiong left, the dungeon returned to a dead silence.In the thick darkness, only the sound of breathing and some small moans of pain can be heard.

Gu Lingyun slowly opened his eyes, his face pale.

The dungeon is dank and dark.The biting coldness rises up from the cracks in the floor tiles and seeps into every corner, making it difficult to bear.

In addition, every corner of the dungeon is covered with forbidden spirit formations, and no trace of spiritual energy can enter them.

For a monk, without aura, it is like a thirsty person in a dry desert, every second is torture.

Rao Gu Lingyun is not very comfortable in this situation.

He had been seriously injured, and because he had no aura, the injuries on his body had not healed, and his right shoulder was still bloody.

Gu Lingyun frowned, and his spiritual consciousness entered his body, trying to condense the little spiritual energy left to break the purification system.

The aura circulates in the meridians for a big circle, and finally condenses together.

The sword glow flickered at the fingertips, flickering, and just when it was about to condense into a solid body, there was a sharp pain between Gu Lingyun's brows, causing the aura that had been so hard to condense to be completely dissipated.

Failed.

Gu Lingyun leaned his back against the wall, his breathing became oppressed and short.

Today, his black hair is disheveled and his white clothes are dirty, so that no one can recognize that this is Changming Immortal Venerable.

But even in such a situation, his eyes are still sharp, as bright as stars.

After a while, Gu Lingyun recovered from the pain, and when he was about to try to gather his spiritual energy again, a hoarse and ugly laughter came from the darkness beside him.

"Haha..." He laughed very hard, as if he was going to die in the next moment.

Gu Lingyun stopped and looked over.

The one who made the sound was the prisoner in the cell next door. He was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, only his mouth was moving: "Don't waste your energy, no one who comes in here will be able to get out."

Gu Lingyun was unmoved and wanted to try.

That person had probably been imprisoned for too long, and when he finally saw a living person, he couldn't hide his words and kept talking.

"Hey...there is a spirit-forbidden formation here. Each prison has a separate confinement, which draws spiritual energy from you to suppress yourself."

"The stronger you are, the stronger the confinement."

"How can you break the restriction?"

When Gu Lingyun heard this, his expression changed, he stood up while leaning on the wall, and walked around the prison.

The cell is narrow, but you can walk through it in a few steps.

Gu Lingyun walked slowly, his slender and distinct fingers slid across the wall, and mysterious and complicated patterns flashed where they touched.

The last step fell, the lines were connected first, and finally formed a complete prohibition.

The pattern lights up at the same time, and dims at the same time.

The moment the restriction was activated, Gu Lingyun felt a sense of oppression, and the effect was just as the person said.

The man turned his head with difficulty, grinned and said, "Trust me now." He said enthusiastically, "I suggest you lie down like me, and you can die more slowly."

Gu Lingyun endured the coercion of the ban, but even so, his back was still straight and he never bent down.

"After ten days, what will happen?" He asked suddenly.

That person didn't expect Gu Lingyun to ask this question, and he was stunned for a moment: "I've been imprisoned here for decades, how could I know? But it should be a celebration or something... maybe I have to get out of the prison Grab a few people and go out to offer sacrifices."

This was obviously not the answer Gu Lingyun wanted.

But it seems that this person doesn't know more.So he retreated to the position just now, and sat down slowly while leaning against the wall, conserving his strength.

This standing and sitting will inevitably involve the wound on the shoulder.

Gu Lingyun moved his right wrist, looking down, a vein burst out on it, and his fingers were a little weak.

He is a sword cultivator.

This is his hand holding the sword.

But now his right shoulder is injured, and he can't even hold the sword.

The scars are distinct, and even after so long, you can still see the hideous traces on them.

It was enough to see that Mu Zhi had killed him at that time and showed no mercy.

Gu Lingyun's fingertips trembled slightly.

"Muzhi..."

He read these two words softly, and crushed them between his lips and teeth bit by bit, containing an indescribably complex emotion.

Mu Zhi is so resolute and ruthless—just like him at that time.

Thinking about it now, everything that they have experienced during this period of time seems to have changed their identities.He experienced what Mu Zhi had experienced.

Those little things that he once thought were trivial and "unimportant", only realized the pain and pain when they were actually imposed on him.

And these are Mu Zhi's personal experiences.

Gu Lingyun closed his eyes.

This is what he deserves.

He can't escape.

Ten days, whether it is long or not, is not short.

While waiting, Mu Zhi has been tempering the divine weapon with Phoenix fire. Now the longbow has lost its old color, and every pattern is shining brightly, like wood and gold, with a phoenix faintly entwined phantom.

Mu Zhi stared at it for a moment, then took the Phoenix Fire back, and the longbow let out a soft sound, and it turned into an armband again and put it on his wrist.

He didn't look back, just asked, "Are you ready?"

Dong Qiong opened the curtain and walked out: "Everything is almost ready, but there is still one thing that has not been settled."

Mu Zhi: "What's the matter?"

Dong Qiong clapped his palms.

pop-

Two crisp sounds fell, and a servant came in with something.

Mu Zhi stared, and found a new set of clothes and some golden headgear on the tray.

"This is……?"

Dong Qiong said casually: "This is the dress to be used at the Apocalypse Festival."

Mu Zhi lifted a corner of the clothes and looked at them: "A dress?"

Dong Qiong nodded: "Yes, the Apocalypse Festival is the biggest festival here, and everyone must wear a dress."

Mu Zhi didn't doubt it either.

During these days, he heard a few words about the "Apocalypse Festival" from other people's mouths, which was indeed the same as what Dong Qiong said.

Dong Qiong said expectantly: "Try it, does this dress fit you well?"

Mu Zhi picked up his clothes and walked around behind the screen.

Dong Qiong stared at the silhouette behind the screen, his eyes flickering.

After waiting for a while, Mu Zhi changed her clothes and came out from behind the screen.

The lining of the clothes is black, the outer robe is red, with gold trim around the cuffs and neckline, the color is extremely solemn.Looking at it again, various totems are embroidered with gold thread on the hem of the clothes, which are lifelike.

Dong Qiong's eyes were fiery, revealing a strange and excited emotion.Mu Zhi felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and turned sideways: "This dress..."

Dong Qiong immediately picked up the conversation: "This dress suits you very well."

Mu Zhi pinched the corner of his clothes, feeling a little strange.

Is it necessary to dress so solemnly for a holiday celebration?Such attire... seems too serious.

Dong Qiong dispelled Mu Zhi's doubts by saying a word: "Dongmo's customs are different, everyone has to dress like this." He picked up a hairpin, "Come on, I'll put it on for you."

Mu Zhi sat down, her crow-blue hair was crowned, revealing her delicate eyebrows and eyes, and under the flickering lights, it looked like a slowly unfolding scroll.

Dong Qiong let go of his hand: "Wait until the Apocalypse Festival..." He opened and closed his lips, and his voice gradually became softer, making it difficult to hear clearly.

Mu Zhi stretched out his hand to support the hair crown, but didn't ask any further questions.

After the Apocalypse Festival, you can leave Dongmo.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was already ten days later.

There are lanterns and festoons on the Sand Lion City, embellishing the barren and desolate desert with a different color.

The streets became lively.

The children were playing and fighting, and even the gloomy and indifferent demon cultivators had awkward smiles on their faces.

It looked like there really was such a celebration.

boom--

The prison door opened again.

A group of armored guards walked in, and with the sound of heavy footsteps, the lights on both sides of the wall lit up one after another.

The prisoners had long been accustomed to the darkness, and when they saw the light, they covered their eyes and howled in pain.

The guards turned a blind eye and went straight to the deepest part of the cell.

Gu Lingyun raised his eyelids and looked at each other.

The leader of the guards looked at each other and nodded.

One of them took out the key and opened the door of the prison.

Gu Lingyun thought about it, but he quickly realized that even if the prison door was opened, the restrictions inside were still suppressing him.

He moved his finger, then quickly pressed it down, deciding to wait and see what happened.

The guards knew that there was a restriction in the prison, but as if they knew Gu Lingyun's danger, they still kept their guard and approached cautiously.

At this time, there was a sound in the next cell.

"Hello—" the man raised his head, "Is there any excitement outside?"

The guards subconsciously drew their weapons, and did not relax until they saw that the speaker was a prisoner lying on the ground and turned into a puddle of mud.

"Speech—" Someone even spat, "Shut your mouth!"

That person wasn't afraid, he laughed: "I won't live long, so please tell me about the bustle outside?"

Hearing this, the guards couldn't say anything more, and sneered, "What's the excitement? There's a bond-making ceremony going on outside."

The person asked strangely: "Whose ceremony of the contract is so exciting?"

The captain of the guard said rightly: "Of course it's our Demon Lord."

"The Demon Lord... Before I was imprisoned, I had heard of the Demon Lord's name." The man was lost in memory, "Who can win the Demon Lord's favor?"

The captain of the guard said impatiently: "He is from the outside, he is of the same clan as the Demon Lord, what's his name..."

"Mu Zhi." A hoarse voice sounded from the side.

The captain of the guard suddenly realized: "Yes, Mu Zhi!"

After saying this, he seemed to realize something, turned his head, and met a pair of dark eyes.

The person in front of him was clearly restricted and no different from ordinary people, but when he was stared at like this, it made people feel a chill.

The captain of the guard took a step back, and it took a while before he realized it.

What's there to be afraid of?

A prisoner whose whole body cultivation base has been sealed, a cripple who doesn't even have any aura, can be crushed to death with a single finger.

However, he was afraid.After realizing this, the captain of the guard became furious: "Catch him!"

The guards looked at each other in blank dismay, some of them did not dare to make a move.

The captain of the guard waited for a while, but seeing no movement, he asked loudly, "Why don't you do it? You're just a useless person, what's there to be afraid of?"

Only now did someone lean over hesitantly, but still no one dared to attack Gu Lingyun.

At this moment, Gu Lingyun said: "Take me out, what are you doing?" Even in such a situation, his eyes were still stern, without showing any trace of timidity.

The captain of the guard sneered, and said, "Naturally I'll take you out to join in the fun, and at the ceremony of forming a bond, it is natural to use living people to sacrifice to the Dao of Heaven." He said intentionally, "This is what the Demon Lord specially told me to let you see this scene with your own eyes." .”

Gu Lingyun's eyes dimmed, and he said hoarsely, "Where's Mu Zhi?"

Gu Lingyun didn't care what Dong Qiong thought, he only cared about Mu Zhi.

The captain of the guard didn't think of who Mu Zhi was for a while, but it took a while to remember that Mu Zhi was the other protagonist of the ceremony.

He didn't know why Gu Lingyun asked such a question, and said impatiently: "Of course he has the same idea as Mozun."

Thinking about it, the two of them will form a Taoist couple and hold a bond ceremony to announce it to the world, so naturally it is impossible to disagree.

This answer is not surprising.

Gu Lingyun's breathing became slightly heavier, and his lips and tongue were full of fishy sweetness.

Mu Zhi and Dong Qiong will become Taoist couples, and a bond ceremony will be held.

……is this real?

Interplay of light and shadow.

Gu Lingyun lowered his head, his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

The captain of the guard put his hands on his shoulders and urged, "If you have anything else to ask, you should hurry up and ask."

After a while, Gu Lingyun's voice sounded: "No more."

The captain of the guard gave his subordinates a look: "Take it away."

Before the guards under him stepped forward to make a move, Gu Lingyun moved. He propped himself on the ground with one hand and stood up with difficulty.

His white clothes were shabby and dirty, but he still stood up straight.

The guards looked on guard, for fear that something might happen.

Fortunately, Gu Lingyun didn't do anything, he just stood there, coughed lightly, and said, "Don't bother, I'll go by myself."

The captain of the guard was a little confused about what was going on, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'm offended, I have to wear this for you."

The things on the guard's hands rattled. They were a pair of handcuffs and anklets. While shaking, the chains flashed the same patterns as those on the walls of the prison. If they were brought to someone's body, they would also suppress their cultivation.

Gu Lingyun stretched out his hand calmly.

click-

The handcuffs were tightly fastened to his wrists, and they were so tightly stitched that he couldn't break free at all.

Gu Lingyun lowered his hands, and the chains rattled.He walked out of the prison, obviously reduced to a prisoner, but his expression was calm, only his eyes were filled with emotion.

It's like the sea is calm, but once it erupts, it will be turbulent, enough to smash people to pieces.