Block C, Room Shen prison deep.
There is no noise like an ordinary prison cell here, it is eerily silent.
The walls are no longer blue bricks, but some kind of Black Metal, with Suppression Runes densely carved on them.
The air is filled with a layer of faint red mist, which is Sha Qi accumulated over the years.
Fang Mo turns on [Netherworld Ghost Eye], and the sight penetrates the red mist.
The cell doors on both sides were closed tightly, and each door had a golden Sealing Strip affixed to it.
Occasionally, you can hear the harsh sound of nails scratching metal from behind the door, or some unintelligible murmur.
"No. 60, No. 49, No. 35..."
Fang Mo counted the house number, his steps were very light, and he landed silently.
In every cell here, the people imprisoned are not mortals, but Demons and Evil Spirits with weird abilities, or madmen who practice Evil Arts Qi Deviation.
Finally, he stopped deep in the corridor.
Number Nineteen.
There is no iron fence here. A piece of Ten Thousand Jin Red Whole Stone seals the entrance. The stone surface is rough, as if countless layers of dried blood scabs have condensed.
There is no Sealing Strip on the door, only a hole is left, as deep as an eye.
Fang Mo Insert Copper Key which is fully engraved with Runes, and twist it hard.
Rumble--
A dull loud noise echoed in the silent corridor. The boulder weighing ten thousand kilograms slowly slid to one side, revealing the pitch-black space inside.
A strong and suffocating smell of blood, mixed with some sweet floral fragrance, hit his face.
Fang Mo held his breath, his energy and blood roared, and the [Blood Soul] in his hand was unsheathed, and the red light tore through the darkness in the prison.
Prison Cell It is empty and cold, without Torture Instrument and no debris.
There is only a warm White Jade Bed in the center.
There was a mummy locked on the couch. The skin and flesh were close to the bones, and the long hair was as tangled as dead grass. Four chains as thick as arms ran through its limbs and were nailed deeply into the wall.
The chest of the mummy was collapsed and empty.
That heart that should have been rotting was now suspended in mid-air.
The whole body is as crystal clear as a ruby, with golden blood vessels entwined on it.
Boom.
Boom.
It's beating.
The heartbeat was dull and powerful, and each sound stirred up pink ripples visible to the naked eye in the small space, hitting Wall Runes, causing the golden light to tremble wildly.
"Is this what Nian Nu'er wants?"
Fang Mo narrowed his eyes.
This thing is not only alive, but also possesses extremely powerful vitality. Even though it has been suppressed for so many years in Death Prison, which has never seen the light of day, it still exudes a heart-stopping demonic nature.
The moment Fang Mo stepped in, the slow heartbeat suddenly beat like a drum.
"Dong dong dong dong!"
The mummy on the bed suddenly opened its eyes.
There were no whites in the eye sockets, only two dark rotating whirlpools. The withered claws suddenly tightened, the joints cracked, and the straight chains shot out dazzling sparks.
Pink ripples rippled, and the surrounding scene was instantly distorted.
Dark Prison melts, and the pink gauze curtain falls layer by layer.
The sound of the banging of chains was no longer heard in his ears, but the sound of gasping and whispering that made people blush.
Countless beautiful women with graceful figures and naked clothes walked out of the void, winding towards him like water snakes, exhaling like orchid, and bursting with fragrant wind.
If it were an ordinary martial artist, even a strong one in the Zang Refining Realm, under such a charm technique that directly attacks the soul, he would probably fall instantly, and his energy and spirit would be drained cleanly in one breath.
But Fang Mo stood there, his face did not show the intoxication expected by the mummy, but instead showed a look of indifference.
Soul Depth, the newly formed Cold Pond trembled slightly.
[Still Water Mirror], open.
Fang Mo's eyes were covered with a layer of faint blue water.
Under the gaze of these eyes, the skins of those lively and fragrant beauties peeled off in an instant, revealing the rotting and oozing bones and twisted and wriggling maggots underneath.
That intoxicating fragrance is actually the stench of Corpse Fermented Ten Thousand Years.
Fang Mo tongue bursts with spring thunder.
All illusions shattered like mirrors.
He was still standing in the dark cell, with the hideous-looking mummy in front of him.
"Roar!"
Seeing that Illusion Technique was ineffective, the mummy let out an angry roar. Its originally dry body suddenly inflated like a balloon, its dark red muscle fibers grew wildly, and it instantly turned into a Monster covered in bone spurs.
"Death!"
Monster exerted force with both arms, and actually tore the wall apart, carrying a heavy chain, and crashed into Fang Mo like an out-of-control War Chariot.
"Well done!"
Fang Mo does not retreat but advances.
The [Blood Soul] long knife in his hand completely awakened at this moment.
The Bloody River inside the blade surged and roared, and an extreme Sharp Qi split the air.
Fang Mo holds the knife with both hands and raises it high above his head. There are no fancy moves, just the simple and direct chop that the old man remembers.
"Cut!"
Red light pours down like a waterfall.
"Clang--!!!"
The blade collided with Monster's bone claw.
The expected stalemate did not occur.
[Blood Soul] This peerless Fierce Weapon showed off its terrifying fangs. The bone claws as hard as iron were as fragile as tofu in front of the red light and were neatly cut off.
The sword's power was not exhausted, and it fell down.
"Pfft!"
Monster's huge body had a red line as thin as a hair appearing from the left shoulder to the right abdomen.
Immediately afterwards, the red line collapsed.
No blood spurted out.
Because the moment the blade passed by, all the remaining, mutated Essence Blood in Monster's body, and even the strange Sha Qi that supported its actions, were greedily swallowed up by [Blood Soul].
"Ouch--"
Monster let out a shrill scream, and his huge body hit the ground heavily, stirring up dust all over the sky.
"Huh..."
Fang Mo put away the knife and stepped on Monster's chest.
[Blood Soul] trembled slightly in his hand, conveying a sense of unsatisfied hunger, as if complaining that the flesh and blood of Monster was too dry and not enough to fit between the teeth.
"Gold Swallowing Stone Transformation!"
Fang Mo ignored the knife's complaints. A black hole appeared in the palm of his left hand and pressed directly on Monster's ferocious head.
Powerful suction bursts.
Monster's body twitched violently, and the newly grown muscles and strength were plundered by Fang Mo like a tide.
Within a few breaths, it turned back into that shriveled corpse, completely motionless.
Fang Mo took back his hand, but frowned slightly.
He waited for a moment, staring at the "Record of Punishing Crimes" in his hand, waiting for the familiar sound of the pages turning.
However.
Dead silence.
No soul floated out, and no new Sin Prisoner was entered into the account.
"Soulless?"
According to common sense, after the death of Demon of this level, the soul should be the most delicious trophy and will be automatically captured by "Record of Punishing Crimes".
A trace of doubt flashed in Fang Mo's eyes, "Is this thing itself an empty shell?"
His eyes moved downwards, finally landing on White Jade Bed.
There, a red heart only the size of a baby's fist was quietly suspended in the air.