deceitful cultivator

Chapter 58 The gluttonous method?Sun God Realm!
Just as Ren Qing wanted to confirm the situation, a wooden door suddenly appeared on the rockery, and it was slowly opening.

From the crack of the door, one can see the darkness like ink, as if hiding ghosts and monsters.

Everyone's faces were a little dignified, but Song Zongwu's expression seemed more playful, and his blood-red six eyes shone slightly.

After the wooden door was completely opened, the darkness inside the door seemed to eat away at the surroundings, and even Ren Qing couldn't see clearly.

Song Zongwu said in a low voice: "You can enter now."

Ren Qing frowned, why did he feel that the prison hall was a bit dark.

Why is the selection of reserve players placed here?
There was warning in Song Zongwu's eyes, and Ren Qing stepped straight into the wooden door seeing this.

The suffocating darkness immediately engulfed Ren Qing, and even gave him a feeling that was far more dead than when he was meditating on the Wumudharma.

The rest of the monks followed after hesitating for a moment. They were useless in the gang, so they might as well make a career.

Zhang Qiu didn't stop the young snake man, but the latter spat scarlet nervously, and also entered the endless darkness.

As the wooden door slowly closed, the entire door suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Song Zongwu waited for the guards to see the strangeness, and they turned around and left.

in the dark.

Ren Qing quickly lost his way, and it was useless to use double pupils.

However, he was not too flustered. After all, the reserve service was the jailer's means of recruiting people.

Ren Qing didn't feel any movement nearby, maybe he was caught in some kind of magic.

He settled down and stretched out his hands to explore the surrounding situation.

Although there is still no gain, at least it is certain that it is not in the Yamen. This method should be the reason why the Jail Hall can be preserved for a long time.

Ren Qing couldn't help taking a step, and various falling images flooded his mind, making his movements hesitant.

However, it only took him a few breaths to adjust, and after taking a few steps in a row, it showed that the fear was only caused by the darkness.

Ren Qing's footsteps gradually accelerated, and at the same time, he used the Da Miao knife as a guide stick, and gradually groped towards the depths of the darkness.

After a while, he suddenly stopped.

According to the touch from the Da Miao Dao, there is probably a pothole in front of him, and I don't know if it is an illusion caused by the darkness.

Ren Qing was not fooled, and even secretly guessed that the Jail Hall is just a test of xinxing, as long as it is about fear...

Ren Qing stepped forward without hesitation, and then his face changed drastically.

The weightless body fell downwards, and from the gust of wind blowing in front of him, it could be seen that the falling speed was extremely fast, and it was definitely not an illusion produced by magic.

Ren Qing tried his best to adjust his posture, but he still fell headfirst to the ground, and his bones made the sound of being overwhelmed.

Blood flowed down the bridge of his nose, and his head felt dizzy.

Ren Qing quickly used the ability of the skin refiner to transfer the injury to his thigh, and the dizziness was relieved a lot, at least it no longer affected his thinking.

Then he got up and looked around.

It turned out to be a prison cell, and Ren Qing was the prisoner in it.

But the strange thing is that the three walls of the cell are dark red, and there are dark brown spots on the surface.

Like a corpse that gradually rotted after death, the surface grew plaques.

Ren Qing looked up, and there was no pothole on the top wall, indicating that it was indeed here through magic.

The railing used to close it was also a little creepy, it turned out to be pale white, like a blood vessel that had lost blood circulation.

"What the hell is this place?"

Ren Qing's expression was a little bewildered. Could it be that this is the so-called Jail Hall? How does it feel like it's inside a giant corpse?

There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity in my heart.

He looked out of the railing, and through the blue candles hanging on the wall, he could see countless cells on both sides of the aisle.

There should be nothing in the cell, and I don't know where the rest of the monks are locked up

Ren Qing wanted to stretch the vascular railing, but using his bare hands did nothing.

He then squatted down with his legs and grabbed the handle of the Da Miao Dao with his right hand.

Clang! ! !
There was a clear sound of unsheathing, and the blade turned into a cold light and slashed on the blood vessel railing, but it didn't even leave a slight trace.

After hesitating for a moment, he didn't choose to turn into a werewolf. The ghost knows whether his actions here will be known by the jailer.

Ren Qing let out a long breath.

Since it is a reserve, it is impossible to stay here for a long time.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and waited, and something strange happened after a while.

There was pure black blood flowing in the vascular railing, and the wall immediately came alive and gradually began to squirm.

Immediately afterwards, Ren Qing discovered that the wall facing him collapsed, and a human figure appeared vaguely.

The figure inside the wall seemed to want to come out so much that his expression was extremely hideous.

The interval between the blood flow was about 10 minutes, and the figure would escape from the wall a little each time, and soon most of the body was exposed outside.

Ren Qing could tell from the appearance of the figure.

Although it has initially taken human form, it is more like an ape, covered in hair, and its arms are long enough to touch its knees.

Ren Qing stared at the figure with a knife in both hands, ready to strike at any time.

Just as he was concentrating, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

flesh?
prison?

Gluttonous method? ! !
Ren Qing quickly touched the wall with his palm, and then took the initiative to call out the information flow.

【? ? ? 】

【Age: 840】

[Shouyuan: 230 five years]

[Skill: Gluttonous method (Abi Hell)? ? ? 】

【? ? ? 】

[The gluttony technique is engraved on the stomach of the beast gluttony, obtained by the wine and meat Taoist. To practice this method requires a lot of food, until the stomach expands to more than six times, and then it can be completed. 】

【Abi Hell was promoted from Eternal Prison】

This jailer who mastered the Taotie method had at least attained the cultivation level of the Yang God Realm, so he could live hundreds of years without dying.

Ren Qing swallowed.

When he realized that he was in the jailer's belly, his scalp felt a little numb, and he wished he could run away immediately.

However, Ren Qing could quickly see the clues from the decay of flesh and blood.

The jailer who has mastered the Taotie method may be on the verge of death, or even be in a vegetative state for more than a hundred years.

Otherwise, it is impossible to show corpse plaques, and the blood vessels flow every 10 minutes, which should correspond to the speed of the jailer's heartbeat.

Of course, it's just Ren Qing's guess. If you want to know the exact answer, you can figure it out by becoming a jailer reserve.

If this place is really where the prison hall is, then the area must be larger than imagined, and it can even be used to accommodate strange objects.

Ren Qing did not expect that the sub-stomach person would be promoted to the Yang God Realm to such an extent.

Even the prison in the belly of the Ghost Messenger should be enough space to accommodate ordinary people, it is indeed very tempting.

blood flow.

The figure was about to get out of trouble, Ren Qing could already sense the slightest killing intent, and the distorted face was almost in front of him.

But what caught his attention the most was the strange pattern on the surface of the figure's skin.

　Thanks to Shuhuang Tianzun, book friend 160506141214740 for the reward.

　
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