Execution prison. This dark and **** prison was built under the ancient city of Jiuyao, forming a world of its own.

There are three floors in the prison. Each floor holds different criminals. In the Dharmending era, the strong who committed unforgivable felonies will be suppressed and atone for their sins.

Those sinners are not foreign enemies, nor are they demons from the void, they are all from the strong guards of the ancient city of Jiuyao!

Some of them were peerless figures in the ancient city of Jiuyao, who had slaughtered countless enemies of heavenly demons.

However, he was completely suppressed for committing serious crimes. Suppression Prison, as the name suggests, is to make these strong men who wear sinful bodies change their minds and cleanse their sins.

The first floor of the Execution Prison. On both sides of the dark and winding corridor, there are eternal copper lamps hanging, and there is a prison cell on one side of each copper lamp.

The cell is made of black boulders and is impenetrable.

"Hey, there's another little guy from the outside world coming to visit. Come, come, I'm in a good mood today. As long as you kneel down and call ancestor, I will reward you with a fortune!" Su Yi had just arrived, and a dry hoarse laughter suddenly sounded.

Su Yi turned his head to look at the cell on one side. A middle-aged man with a good appearance and white clothes was standing in the dark cell with blood on the floor, looking at him with a smile.

The middle-aged man was handsome, but his body under the white clothes was full of rotten cracks, exuding a foul and foul smell.

When Su Yi looked over for the first time, a **** and overbearing thunder figure suddenly appeared in the sea of consciousness, exuding terrifying destructive power.

That thunderous aura was obviously transformed by the middle-aged man's consciousness, and he wanted to occupy Su Yi's soul in one fell swoop! But in just a moment, the thunderbolt dharma was torn apart and completely dissipated.

The middle-aged man put his head in his hands and let out a shrill scream. His face was bleeding and he was extremely ferocious.

Su Yi shook his head slightly. I don't know how many enemies in this world have tried to occupy his soul, and even some old things who are overwhelmed have tried to occupy the magpie's nest and take away his home.

But without exception, they all hit a wall in front of the Nine Prison Sword and lost miserably!

"Call me ancestor, I won't kill you." Su Yi laughed. The middle-aged man looked resentful and said nothing.

Su Yi looked down at the side of the cell, where a letter was engraved on the wall

The "crime edict" introduces the identity of the person detained in the cell, as well as the merits and demerits.

"Cen Xinghe, the Great Perfection Heavenly Lord of Destiny Realm, guarded the ancient city of Jiuyao for 3,900 years, slayed countless demons, and made one hundred and three military exploits..." In the opening chapter, I wrote about this Cen Xinghe's achievements.

From those words, Su Yi realized that this Cen Xinghe was no ordinary Heavenly Monarch, and his fighting power was extremely outstanding and tyrannical.

But when he saw the crimes committed by Cen Xinghe, Su Yi couldn't help frowning. Every time this person made a military exploit, he would invite friends and companions in the city, hold a big banquet, drink and have fun, and play the flute every night.

During a banquet, just because a woman he liked refused to drink with him, he pulled out his sword in anger, smashed the woman's body into thousands of pieces, smashed her bones into ashes, and ended up annihilated.

And this woman's identity is very noble, she is the legitimate daughter of an old monster who guards the ancient city of Jiuyao. Cen Xinghe also realized that the problem was serious, so he chose to escape, but he was surrounded and surrounded, and was finally suppressed and imprisoned in this crime-killing prison.

"Do you believe it?" Suddenly, Cen Xinghe in the cell opened his mouth. He stared at Su Yi with gloomy eyes, and there was a smile on his lips.

Cen Xinghe sighed: "I am a dignified swordsman, an existence of Tianjun level, countless demon hunters, and outstanding military exploits. How can I kill a woman just because she refuses to drink?" At this point, Cen Xinghe was stunned, but found that the young man outside the cell was not interested at all, turned around and left!

"Little guy! Didn't you come to Slaying Prison for good luck? I can give it to you!" Cen Xinghe shouted.

But the little guy in his eyes gradually drifted away.

"Haha, old devil Cen, your nonsense is no longer useful!"

"I still want to deceive other people's little babies. I don't know that this is not the end of the Dharma era? In the past, before those little babies entered the execution prison, which one didn't know the situation here like the back of their hands, so they wouldn't be fooled at all!"

"Poor old devil Cen, you didn't lose money by stealing chickens. Did you suffer another dark loss just now?"... There was a burst of loud laughter in the nearby cell.

Cen Xinghe, who was dressed in white and snowy, stood there, sighing with a lonely expression: "But what I'm telling is the truth." Immediately, he grabbed the gate of the cell with both hands, and shouted in the direction Su Yi left: "Ancestor! Come back quickly! This place is not where you should come, it's too dangerous!" There was another burst of laughter in the cells of the first floor prison.

It seemed that every prisoner was not surprised that Cen Xinghe would do this, and they all regarded him as a joke.

Su Yi also heard these movements and couldn't help shaking his head slightly. Before coming, he did understand

The situation of "killing prison". The sinners imprisoned here, in fact, had died to death as early as the end of the Dharmending Era!

What exists now is just a kind of imprint power that does not disperse. The power of this imprint is extremely unique. It is formed by the condensed fragments of soul power, power of guilt and miscellaneous evil spirits.

In the eyes of ascetics, this imprinting power is called

"Soul".

"Little brother, I see that your seal is darkened, and your fate is condensed. I'm afraid that a **** disaster is about to happen. Would you like me to make a divination for you?" In a prison cell, a Taoist in black with a sense of demeanor asked worriedly.

In his palm, he held a copper coin for divination. Su Yi stomped quietly,

"Then do the math, when will you really die." The Taoist in black was startled. And at this moment, all the voices in all the cells on the first floor fell silent, becoming extremely dull.

it seems that all

The "sin souls" are all staring at the movement here. It's not surprising that Su Yi noticed this scene. In this first layer of prison, only nineteen souls are still alive today.

Among the most dangerous are two. One is Cen Xinghe in the first cell. The other is this Taoist in black

"Xuan Zhong". In the past long years, many ascetics who entered the prison of killing sins fell into Xuan Zhong's hands, and before they could crush the Xingyao Token, Xuan Zhong took their hearts and souls!

"The way of divination refers directly to fate. Although it is a small way, it is also a kind of fate rule." Xuan Zhong, a Taoist in black, said seriously,

"If you don't believe me, you might as well let the poor man tell you about it. If it doesn't work, you can just laugh it off. If it works, you don't have much to ask for. I just hope that the little brother can give me a pot of wine. That's enough." In the prison on the first floor, the atmosphere became more and more oppressive, only Xuan Zhong's voice echoed in the dark corridor.

The shadow of the lamp made Su Yi's face flicker on and off. He stared at Xuan Chong for a while, and said, "Not giving up? Yes, then let you do the math." Xuan Zhong looked solemn, and said, "Brother, please spread your palm!" Su Yi did so, spreading his right hand.

With a flick of his fingertips, Xuan Zhong threw the copper coin into the air, producing a strange humming like a bird chirping. A wisp of obscure fluctuations then spread, passed through the cell door, and landed in Su Yi's palm.

At this moment, there was a burst of noise from different cells on the first floor.

"Haha, another unlucky guy!"

"Master Xuan's soul-snatching and heart-snatching method is getting stronger and stronger!"

"This kid made Cen Xinghe suffer a dark loss before. I thought he came prepared, but it seems that I was overthinking." In those voices, there were gloating, some laughing and sarcasm, and some pity and sympathy.

Cen Xinghe was even more heartbroken, beating his chest and stamping his feet,

"Ancestor, ancestor, even if you are going to die, dying in my hands is better than dying in the hands of the old monster Xuan Zhong!" But at this moment, Xuan Zhong's face changed drastically, as if he had been hit hard, his figure fell to the ground with a thump, twitched violently, and a scream of pain came from his lips.

The audience was dead silent. All sinners were shocked. What happened? Seeing that Su Yi's outstretched right hand was closed, the copper coin belonging to Taoist Xuan Chong suddenly fell into the palm of his hand like a swallow returning to its nest, spinning continuously.

All the sinners were taken aback. That copper coin is very special, it has a great origin, it is called 'Zhu Xin', and it is where the life of the old monster Xuan Zhong lives.

Once the copper coins are lost, Xuan Zhong's sinful body will collapse at any time and disappear completely! It's just that no one could have imagined that such a thing would happen.

How does a young man in a free and unrestrained state achieve this step? In the long past, some powerful characters tried to take away Xuan Zhong's copper coins, but they all died miserably.

Those sinful souls only remembered that there was only one sword cultivator named Jiang Wuchen who escaped a catastrophe when he confronted the old monster Xuan Zhong.

But I couldn't take that one away

"Punishment" copper coins!

"This copper coin is not simple." Su Yi looked at the palm of his hand