The Heaven’s Jailer

Fortunately, Lianqiang was sealed with immortal power. Otherwise, it is estimated that the mortal **** would have to be practiced, and then Liu Lang would not be able to find a place to cry.

He now finally understands why Refining Sky does not even eat food. (1) The door has been in the cell to comprehend the Holy Rune. Although Liu Lang does not understand what the Holy Rune is, there is one thing that can be confirmed. The Holy Rune can definitely help. Refining things in the sky, that guy wanted to reach the sky as soon as possible and then get out of prison.

For such a rich and promising genius, Liu Lang did not dare to make any wrong ideas.

He came directly to the immortal prison canteen.

Zhu Dachang and Guang Yaozi are preparing today's dinner.

"Master, Guangxian, have you ever heard of refining the sky?" Liu Lang squeezed a piece of pork head, threw it into his mouth, and asked while chewing.

"Wow..."

"Dang..."

The plate in Guang Yaozi's hand fell directly to the ground, and the spoon in Zhu Dachang's hand also fell into the freshly brushed pot without holding it firmly.

"What is your reaction?" Liu Lang was surprised. Although Lian Cangqiang is a local tyrant and a genius, it would not make the two great immortals be like this, right?

"That lunatic came to the mortal prison?" Guang Yaozi swallowed and asked.

"Yes, it’s been here for several days, but I forgot to tell you. Starting tomorrow, Master, you will open a small stove for Lianqiang. If you are tired, I will give him food every day. I don’t think it's possible for Lianqiang. I will come to the cafeteria to eat." Liu Lang discussed with Zhu Dachang and Guang Yaozi.

Zhu Dachang nodded and agreed, but Guangyaozi's head shook like a rattle, "For the job of delivering food, whoever you like to find, I won't go to kill me."

"Damn, do you still want to make money? If you don't deliver food, the store we cooperated with will not open." Liu Lang threatened with a cold face.

"Don't!" Guang Yaozi waved his hand quickly, his expression was very tangled, as if he was struggling in his heart. After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind. He sighed and said, "I won't make any money, and the store will not open. I really can't do the job of delivering food to Lianqiang."

Liu Lang didn't expect that a financial fan like Guangyaozi would still have money but not make money. He couldn't help but wondered: "Isn't it just giving a meal or killing you?"

"Kill me? If you just kill me, I'll do it. I'm afraid that lunatic will train me." Guangyaozi said with fear in his eyes: "Other gods will tear apart when they don't agree with each other. The sky is different. He starts practicing if he doesn’t agree with each other. There are rumors that he just invented a new technique for refining, using the immortal thoughts as a reference, and he is sampling immortal thoughts everywhere for experiments. You know what immortal thoughts are. Is it? It’s equivalent to the three souls and seven souls of a mortal, some of which can’t die, but the pain in it is definitely more uncomfortable than death.”

"It's really scary." Liu Lang nodded, propped his chin and said: "But I have been talking to him for so long, isn't it all right?"

"Zhi, you are a mortal and don't have any immortal thoughts at all. Of course he will not do anything to you." Guang Yaozi said silently.

Liu Lang patted his head, "If you say so, I will understand. Okay, I will do all the food delivery in the future. I didn't expect that mortals also have the benefits of mortals and are safe."

Seeing that Liu Lang didn't force him to deliver food to Liancangqiong, Guangyaozi was amnesty.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Liu Lang brought the special dishes specially made by Zhu Dachang and came to the cell of Lianqiang.

This time Liu Lang had learned to be good, and he didn't dare to go too close. He stopped four or five meters away from the cell.

In the cell, Liancang Qiong still maintained a meditation posture, his eyes closed, his brows curled up, as if he was comprehending something particularly incomprehensible.

"Lian Daxian, I'm bringing you food." After hesitating, Liu Lang still said. Refining the sky for several days without eating, it is impossible not to be hungry.

Liancang Qiong slowly opened his eyes, and let out a sigh of relief, "Come here!"

Liu Lang also breathed a sigh of relief. Refining the sky is normal. It is not as terrible as Guang Yaozi described. He slowly walked to the cell door with the vegetable. He reached out and touched it and found that the formation had been lifted. Several dishes were put in one by one from the gap between the bars of the cell.

"This is none of your business, let's go!" Seeing Liu Lang put the food in, Lianqiang waved his hand and said.

Liu Lang turned around and walked away slowly.

"Dang Cang..."

After not taking two steps, Liu Lang suddenly tripped under his feet. When he looked down, he realized that it was the iron box containing You Xijian. During the day, he bumped into the formation of Lianqiang Qiong and moved the iron box and You Xi's dagger. They all fell to the ground, and the broken sword was taken away, but the iron box was forgotten to pick up.

Liu Lang bent over and picked up the tin box, preparing to throw it into the trash can in the aisle.

"Wait!"

At this moment, the sound of refining the sky came from behind.

"Lian Daxian, are the dishes unpalatable? I'll have someone redo it." Liu Lang quickly turned around and said.

"Take the iron box in your hand." Liancang Qiong said in a deep voice.

"Is this tattered?" Liu Lang looked at the rusty iron box in his hand in a somewhat inconceivable way. This thing should be a sword box. It is probably the same age as that of You Xijian. However, even You Xijian can't even look forward to it. For what?

Although puzzled, Liu Lang walked back and put the tin box in the cell.

Lianqiong stood up from the wooden bed, walked to the iron fence in three steps in two steps, bent down to pick up the iron box, and looked intently, from top to bottom, from left to right, and finally, put the iron Open the box and see what's inside.

"Sure enough, he is a lunatic." Liu Lang finally believed Guang Yaozi's words. The spirit of refining the sky is indeed abnormal. He looked at it while holding a broken iron box. What could he see?

"Haha, it didn't take much effort to break through the iron shoes and find no place to find it. I finally found it!" At this moment, Lian Cang Qiong suddenly laughed wildly.

"What's the situation?" Liu Lang looked suspiciously at Lianqiang, "Is the iron box a treasure? A treasure even better than You Xijian? But why hasn't he been left in his own hands for so long without discovering his specialness? ."

"Lian Daxian, what kind of treasure is this iron box?" Finally Liu Lang couldn't help it, and asked courageously.

"Baby? This iron box is a piece of rubbish." Lian Qiong stroked the iron box and sighed: "But the pattern on this iron box is a holy pattern handed down in ancient times. With this holy pattern, I break through the sky. The order is just around the corner!"

"That's the holy pattern?" Liu Lang had actually noticed some strange patterns on the iron box, but he only thought it was carved for beauty. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a Saint Rune that could make the sky a step further. I don't know if it was my luck or the luck of refining the sky.