With Ye Yuan's order, an elusive power was instantly reflected by an unpredictable sense, because a hair of the old man instantly descended into the old man's soul. The old man who was originally sitting cross-legged suddenly felt an irresistible fatigue coming from his heart, and a feeling of sleepiness that had not appeared for a long time.

Then, the old man who was originally preparing to resist laughed out loud and stopped this way of seeking death. His current power can no longer be used at all. All power has reached a balance with the dead power. As long as he uses it a little, it will be a way of seeking death.

"Sleep, go to bed. If you sleep in one sleep, that's fine..."

"It's already like this, can it be worse..."

The old man laughed at himself in his mind, then gave up any resistance, his eyelids drooped, and then a slight snoring sound came from, but he fell asleep, sleeping very much.

The old man fell asleep with his head down, and the dead aura on his body seemed to become stronger and stronger. His breath became less and less lighter, and finally it was completely cut off, and the unique aura on the living creature dissipated.

Then, the message of consciousness fluctuations that could not be completely hidden disappeared bit by bit. Even if the living person is sleeping, his consciousness in his mind will remain in this active state. Only dead people will have no active consciousness in his mind.

At this moment, the active consciousness in the old man's mind slowly fell silent. The consciousness that had originally disappeared except after death. As long as it existed, it could not be quiet, slowly fell silent at this moment, like a sea slowly becoming like a hard stone, without a trace of waves, and the consciousness of the soul was no longer fluctuating. No one could see that at this moment, they were already dead.

And his soul, the soul in nothingness, was also contaminated by the deepest part of the Purple Palace two inches between his eyebrows. The soul in nothingness slowly fell into a deep sleep and fell completely silent, as if there was no old man in this world anymore.

Ancient soul witchcraft. Sleeping.

It puts the souls of those who have received this witchcraft into slept, as if their souls were destroyed.

Not long after the old man fell asleep, he saw the door of his prison slowly opening. A figure in a dark robe appeared in the old man's prison. The figure uncovered his mask and revealed a face without skin. Dark red muscle fibers covered his face. His eyes were bulging out of his eye sockets, and his white teeth were bulging, as if a hideous skull was sticking a very fast dark red lean meat.

The visitor walked to the old man and pressed his hand on the old man's head, and subtle and obscure fluctuations flowed, flowing around every inch of the old man's body. Even the old man's sea of ​​consciousness, which was one inch between the old man's eyebrows and the purple palace, which was two inches between the eyebrows, were carefully observed by him.

In the old man's Purple Palace, there was endless dead silence, and a huge aura of silence of the world filled it. A broken divine palace hall was floating in the endless aura of silence, as if it could be completely destroyed at any time. There would be a trace of collapsed fluctuations on the hall from time to time, and the place near the edge was constantly corrupted and destroyed by the endless aura of silence.

But the hall was empty and there was no more thing to find. Only the scene that seemed to have been through countless years of ruins, broken and silent.

In the center of the hall, there is a plaque covered with spider web-like patterns hanging, and these two vague words are written vertically.

Extinction.

After seeing this, the figure with a terrifying face took his hand away from the old man's head, and the obscure and inexplicable aura disappeared, but he didn't know how to use it to investigate everything in the old man's body and even in the Purple Palace.

Looking at the old man, the figure took off the shackles on the old man's hands, feet and neck, gently sorted out his remains, and muttered to himself: "The Purple Palace has been built, so he must be a strong man in the infancy stage during his lifetime. Although his divine palace has only been built one layer, it seems that it was decayed and degenerated. Looking at the two words on the hall, Miejue, this person should be Miejue Ancestor Miejue. I didn't expect that he was not dead back then, but I didn't expect that he would be so depressed..."

The figure stretched out his hand and took out a pitch-black book. With his right hand, he grabbed the void and a large pen appeared in his hand. The figure with a terrifying face flipped through the book book for a long time and wrote on one of the pages: "In the 1,500th year of the Great Qin Dynasty, the first floor of the cell No. 383 was found to be dead after searching for an opportunity."

After reaching out, the book and the big pen disappeared. Then the terrifying figure waved his hand, and a pitch-black wooden coffin appeared in the cell. After thinking about it, he put away the wooden coffin and took out a wooden coffin purely carved from a nanmu that was unknown to the largest. Looking at the old man, the terrifying figure muttered to himself: "The strong man, even if he dies, should not be treated like this."

After putting the old man in the golden nanmu coffin worth at least hundreds of seventh-grade spirit stones, more than a dozen small insects ran out of the old man's decayed and tattered clothes.

The nanmu wooden coffin of a thousand-year-old golden thread, if it is placed in immortality and insects, it will not produce corpse insects. This is respect for the former strong man.

The cold new figure with a terrifying face seemed to sigh a little, and waved his hand to put away the coffin.

"As a rumor, decades ago, Ancestor Miejue fought with the leader of the Soul Taoist Corpse, and was severely attacked by his hidden corpse servant and was seriously injured on the spot. The Soul Taoist Corpse also exposed his corpse servant who was comparable to the Menghuo period for the first time. Everyone thought that Ancestor Miejue had already died, but they did not expect that they had survived for dozens of times and ended up like this. No wonder Dr. Ye wanted to collect the corpse for Ancestor Miejue..."

"I'm afraid no one can treat this kind of injury except the Tianji Medical Saint who has not shown up for a long time in Wuliang Mountain. However, that person, even if he dies, he will not treat his injuries to the ancestor Miejue..."

The old man's identity was confirmed by accident, and this terrifying person had no doubts anymore. The rules of the death row were not to be destroyed by anyone. As long as the prisoner entered the death row, unless the emperor of the Qin Dynasty wrote it himself and added the imperial edict of the Jade Seal Seal seal of the State, the prisoner above the first three levels could be released. The prisoner below the third level, even the current emperor of the Qin Dynasty, had no right to release the people there.

You cannot leave the death row alive, but if you die, your body is not within the scope of this rule. At least, the prisoners in the first three levels do not have this rule.

The terrifying figure put on his black hat again, stepped out of the cell, and slowly closed the door to the cell.

The man walked for a long time, and suddenly a trace of obscure and difficult-to-do spiritual fluctuation appeared in the cell where the old man was before. A voice that no one could hear sounded: "What a strange power, it is even more strange than my spiritual power. What kind of power is this? Did the half-dead boy really die or not? Why did I always feel that the boy with a dead aura was not dead, but why can't I see that he is still alive..."

"Die? Not dead? Dead? Not dead? Not dead? Are you dead... Are you dead..."

In the inn, Ye Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, with a hint of horror in his eyes: "What a terrible guy, the power of the spiritual consciousness can actually be cultivated to this point. I am afraid that the power of his spiritual consciousness has reached a state where he can survive even if he is separated from the body. He almost sensed the connection in the trace of nothingness. What kind of person has been suppressed in this dead cell? His spiritual consciousness actually travels through the void and can persist for so long without getting lost!"

Thinking of the feeling just now, Ye Yuan understood that this was the strange old man who spoke to him in the death cell last time, and he had been suppressed in the death cell for unknown time.

Fortunately, although the other party's spiritual consciousness practice was strange and even more powerful, he could not find Ye Yuan's ability from the unknown nothingness where the mysterious mystery lies. However, his spiritual consciousness had already chased into the unknown mysterious nothingness, but he retreated in an instant without getting lost there. This shocked Ye Yuan. The spiritual consciousness practice could actually reach this level!

After adjusting his breath for a moment, Ye Yuan heard the door being knocked. When he opened the door, the waiter stood at the door with a pale face and said to Ye Yuan: "Master... Sir, there is a master looking for you..."

When the waiter retreated to the side, he saw a figure wearing a black robe covering his face, and a gloomy and terrifying aura all around him walked into the room silently. Ye Yuan waved his hand to the waiter. The waiter wished that his father would give birth to two more legs, and then closed Ye Yuan's door with his teeth, and flew away like a flying one.

In Xianyang City, there are only a group of people who can have such dress and temperament, who dare to appear on the streets with a swagger, and those in the death row!

This is a taboo for all those who know a little about the inside story in Xianyang City, representing death, incoming but not leaving, mysterious and terrifying.

After the figure came in, he looked at Changsun Wuji, and a gloomy and hoarse voice rang out: "I didn't expect there was such a master here. If the injury of your soul was repaired, I'm afraid I would kill me with one word. You are Dr. Ye's follower, Mr. Changsun, but the surname Changsun is rare. Over the years, the Confucian and Taoist masters surnamed Changsun have only been Changsun Wuji, the Duke of Zhenguo of the Great Yuan Dynasty, 1,500 years ago. Unfortunately, this gentleman was not reborn in the body. If not, I would think that you were the Changsun..."

As soon as a slight rippling rose in Changsun Wuji's heart, he saw that the imprint of the soul witch suddenly lit up in his soul, instantly suppressing all his emotions and thoughts.
Chapter completed!