dark place.

Qin Yuan is refining the evil spirit caused by the killing just now and the chaos in Shenjing.

This thing is a treasure for cultivating the magic way.

Hearing what the Qin family said, he smiled.

After a period of time, Qin Yuan turned all the evil spirits into the foundation of the demonic path.

"It's time to return to the prison of God"

…

Return to the prison.

Qin Yuan, dressed in jailer's attire, carried a wooden bucket filled with ingredients for the monks to replenish their vitality, and delivered meals as usual.

A voice sounded:

"There was once a carrion bent on death,

Lying quietly in a pile of rags,

After bursts of scorching sun and heavy rain,

There was a stench of stench and blood.

I don't believe in its former glory,

It exudes wild yet fragrant aroma.

Found the mark of the feeder far away,

Hunger and greed radiate everywhere.

They are despicable filthy moles,

With disease and poison,

Attack the loopholes from shallow to deep,

Until it empties its old soul!

"

Qin Yuan followed the sound and came to a cell.

A scholar wearing blood-stained clothes and a pale face was writing on the wall with blood.

Scholars are called Mr. Wen.

I like to scold the gods.

From a famous teacher in a school of cultivating immortals, he was scolded to this place.

If he continues, death will be waiting for him.

Qin Yuan poured the food into the sink with a numb expression.

He can save the other party, but he doesn't want to.

the reason is simple.

This Mr. Wen obviously has a death wish and wants to burn himself to light the way forward like those patriots before him.

Just as he was about to leave, Mr. Wen's hoarse voice sounded: "Can you help me?"

"What's the deal?"

"Don't ruin what I wrote?"

"no"

Qin Yuan answered simply.

It is absolutely impossible to preserve something with a strong sense of irony.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Mr. Wen's scarred face, but he said no more.

Noon the next day.

The sky is dark and gloomy.

Kill the Immortal Platform.

The station was full of people watching the fun.

Soon, a prison car arrived at the foot of the Immortal Killing Platform with a creaking sound.

The car door opens.

Mr. Wen, who was wearing prison uniform and covered with bloodstains, limped down.

He held his head high and proudly read his "Carrion" again.

Then, he walked to the beheading knife without hesitation and put his head on it.

The supervisor picked up a token and threw it out.

The chopping knife fell and Mr. Wen split into two halves.
Chapter completed!