C2371 Zhang xing was locked in place
The Fire Prison Elder knew that Zhang Xing wasn't easy to deal with and immediately took out his most powerful divine weapon.
With a godly weapon in hand, he was full of courage!
"Kid, I will lock you in the sky above the sect's gate and burn you for forty-nine days so that you will never be able to reincarnate!"
Swish!
As he said that, he released the flame's Purgatory Lock!
Crash! * Crash! *
The sound of iron chains scraping against each other came from the flame, causing people's scalps to go numb and their whole body to tremble.
"Humph!" "A mere broken iron chain ?"
As Zhang Xing spoke, the Spirit Qi in his body moved, all the strength in his body was concentrated on the right fist, as he struck towards the Purgatory Lock.
But before he could finish his sentence.
Whoosh!
His powerful punch suddenly missed.
To be exact, it had scattered a ball of the burning flame, and there was no Purgatory Lock within the flame!
At the same time, with a hualala sound, the Purgatory Lock appeared as though it had suddenly appeared from another dimension. In an instant, it had tightly wrapped around Zhang Xing from top to bottom.
"Humph!" Ignorant junior, do you think that the Purgatory Lock is an ordinary divine weapon?
The reason why he's called the Purgatory Lock is because the materials for the iron chains come from hell. Since he's not from our world, he naturally has a trace of Time and Space Dao ability! "
Hearing the Inferno Prison Elder's triumphant words, Zhang Xing suddenly realized the reason.
This material is great, it has the ability to travel through time and space, it is really hard to guard against.
At the same time, Zhang Xing also felt a warm current spread throughout his body, causing his soul to feel a trace of warmth.
"Not bad, this is a good weapon to keep the cold under control!"
At this time, Zhang Xing was completely surrounded by the flame from the Purgatory Lock. He did not panic at all.
He looked at the crimson chains and mumbled.
"Hng hng!" Seeing Zhang Xing's performance, the Fire Prison Elder and the other disciples of the Demon Sect all revealed cold smiles of disdain.
"Kid, you probably don't know the power of the Purgatory Lock, right? This elder will give you a reminder first.
However, before I remind you this, I'll let you experience the feeling of your body and soul being burned. "
As the Hells of Flame Elder spoke, his hands instantly formed a series of spell symbols.
Suddenly, the flame in the Purgatory Lock weakened a bit, and its red color turned light red.
However, the terrifying power coming from the bottom of his heart increased tenfold.
The Inferno Prison Elder retracted his hand and slowly exhaled. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Zhang Xing, while you're tasting the taste, listen to me explain.
Do you know why the Purgatory Lock is so frightening? It can roast a person for so long?1
This was because the Purgatory Flame was divided into three levels.
What you are tasting now are flame s specially prepared for the early fourth stage.
When the time comes, a pure purple flame would appear, and then a white flame would appear.
These flame roasted you ? "Tsk tsk!"
As he spoke to here, the Hells of Flame Elder shook his head, a look of pity on his face.
"Of course, I've never experienced this before, but I've seen it a lot.
"Look at me, the moment I close my eyes, my mind is filled with the painful expression of a roasted person, truly pitiful!"
"Oh? Really, why didn't I feel it? "
Looking at the elder of the Inferno Prison who was shaking his head and wagging his tail, Zhang Xing revealed a puzzled expression.
"Hmm?" The Fire Prison Elder was startled as he looked at Zhang Xing.
A moment later, he let out a cold laugh. Zhang Xing, your act is quite good. It has only just begun, I'm afraid your body and soul already needs more water! "
As he spoke, the Hells of Flame Elder took out a jug of wine and began sipping it.
The Torture Chamber Elder's methods were indeed extraordinary, and in terms of spirit, he was starting to torture Zhang Xing.
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