1010: C1010 A Pill

C1010 A Pill

At the same time, Immortal Realm was at the lowest level.

Everyone thought that the twentieth floor of the Five-Heaven Devil Suppressing Prison was already the lowest level, but what few people knew was that below the twentieth floor, there was still an even more terrifying, deathly still space.

On the twenty-first floor of the Five-Heaven Devil Suppressing Prison, people called it the "Lifeless Sect".

If one were to say that the first twenty floors held prisoners who had committed heinous crimes and harmed the Immortal Realm, then the twenty-first floor held terrifying existences who could endanger the entire Universe of Immortal And Devil.

In the pitch black space, other than a faint trace of spiritual energy lighting up at the top, he could not see anything.

However, if one were to look carefully, they would discover that on both sides of the spiritual energy, two long iron locks were slowly drooping down from the twenty-first floor.

Although that iron lock looked to be in disrepair and had a lot of rust on it, in reality, this was a top-notch technique of the Immortal Realm, the prototype of the Devil-Sealing Great Golden Lock. It was a treasure that could seal all spiritual energy, the "Demon Sealing Lock".

The chain was at least two or three hundred meters long. It hung from the ceiling and extended through the darkness.

And at the very bottom of the dark space, a half-naked, half-bloodied, black figure stood there.

However, upon closer inspection, he realized that the figure was not standing. His feet and hands were tied together with chains, and his legs were slightly off the ground. His entire body was hung low in the air with his hands hanging on the chains.

From his exposed upper body, a scarlet-gold Devil Suppressing Pestle ruthlessly pierced through his body from behind. Its sharp head was revealed from its right chest, and many red Blood Bead flowed out from the hole, dripping down the man's chest towards the ground.

His black hair covered his eyes and his expression could not be seen. Only the Blood Line s that continuously leaked out from the corner of his mouth and the man's occasional coughs could prove that his body was indeed alive.

Just at this moment, as if he had sensed something, Dark-Haired Man raised his tired eyes and looked at the bottomless black space in front of him. He slowly opened his mouth, and asked as if he was using up his last bit of strength.

"Who?"

That voice was simply like that of a dying beast. It made one wonder if this man's vocal cords had been destroyed as well.

Right at this moment, in the dusky space, a small golden Teleportation Array opened. From within the Magic Formation, a young man with long white hair and dressed in an White Gown slowly walked out.

The man opened his mouth as he read out the black figure's name.

"Yang Yun."

Just as the White-Haired Man had said, the person being locked in the lowest level of Five-Heaven Devil Suppressing Prison was the Immortal Monarch of North who was heavily injured by Ye Kai in the showdown between his Dragon Clan and Dragon Clan, who was brought back to the Immortal Realm using a Devil-Sealing Great Golden Lock from his Dragon Clan, Yang Yun.

Immortal Monarch of North, Yang Yun struggled to roll his eyes, sizing up the man in front of him.

After a while, he was finally able to see the man's face clearly. Yang Yun grinned and revealed a miserable smile.

"Oh, so it's Xuanyuan."

As for the former Dragon King of Fengdu, Xuanyuan pair of dragon eyes gazed at Yang Yun for a moment, then let out a long sigh and shook his head.

"Hai."

"Using the Devil Suppressing Pestle that is covered in my Dragon Clan to stab into your body and purify the demon bloodline in your body has already been three days, but the effect is still minimal."

As Xuan Yuan spoke, his face gradually turned serious.

"Even the fallen ones who were almost one with the Devil Clan two hundred years ago had never encountered such a situation."

"Right now, rather than calling it a human possessing the bloodline of the Devil Clan, you should say that your body seems more like that of a devil possessing a little human blood."

"Yang Yun, let me ask you this. In these past thirty years, how many dirty deals have you made with Devil Clan?"

When Yang Yun heard this, he probably wanted to switch positions and talk to them. He unconsciously moved his hands and feet twice, but since he was bound by the Demon Sealing Lock, he naturally couldn't move freely. Only the rusty chain emitted a tinkling sound in the air.

clang clang *

Within the metallic voice, Yang Yun slowly raised his head, looked at the Dragon Clan man who had captured him with his own hands, and laughed coldly.

"Hehe, I didn't think that the high and mighty Dragon King of Fengdu who specially came to the lowest level of Five-Heaven Devil Suppressing Prison to see me was actually here for such a boring thing."

"Xuanyuan, I remember you weren't such a bored person three hundred years ago."

Being mocked by Yang Yun in such a way, yet, Xuanyuan Wentian's face remained unperturbed, and he merely opened his mouth to reply.

"I am no longer the Dragon King of Fengdu."

"The current me, after undergoing the bloodline inheritance, has long since lost most of the spirit energy in my body. As for the name of the Dragon King of Fengdu, there will be a Dragon Clan more suitable for me to inherit."

"What a pity." Yang Yun did not mind, and casually replied.

Even if Xuanyuan Wentian had not said it clearly, Yang Yun had clearly heard it. The person he was referring to was naturally the White Dragon King who had recovered his memories and strength, Liu Li.

The silent atmosphere spread between the two of them.

In the silence, Xuanyuan Wentian looked at Yang Yun's miserable appearance with eyes full of regret.

"Why must we join hands with Devil Clan?"

"Heh, it has nothing to do with you."

Even if he did not rely on the help of the Devil Clan, Yang Yun was still the second strongest existence among all of the Immortal Realm in the beginning, only second to the Immortal Sovereign Xu Mingrui s.

Originally, in another fifty years or so, Yang Yun would definitely surpass Xu Mingrui in cultivation and become the youngest Celestial Sovereign within the Immortal Realm.

Thinking up to this point, Xuanyuan Po shook his head and asked in a low voice.

"I got a spiritual disease and the Devil Clan gave me the antidote to treat it."

"Is that so?"

Hearing Xuanyuan's words, Yang Yun's expression was suddenly stunned, after that, his face became deathly white, and he fearfully asked.

"How do you know!"

Without replying to Yang Yun, Xuanyuan Wentian just stood there and quietly looked at him.

Looking at this Xuanyuan Wentian, he instantly understood what was going on. Yang Yun revealed a wry smile, and sighed.

"Is that so? It's that Ye Kai again?"

"Yes." Xuan Yuan nodded and continued.

"Yang Yun, I think you've understood it long ago. The pellet that the Devil Clan gave you seems to be a pellet that can slow down your spiritual blood flow, but in reality, it's something that the Devil Clan specializes in controlling your mind."

"Why are you so stubborn when you already knew?"

Hearing Xuanyuan words, Yang Yun retaliated against him.

"Ha!" You mean the heart of the devil? So what? Even if it can cause one to gradually lose their rationality, the composition of the devil's heart can indeed delay the bleeding of the spirit! "

"Could it be that you want to tell me that within the Immortal Realm, there is still another way to treat spirit bloodshed?"

After a while, the spirit energy in the patient's body would fuse with his blood, and in the end, no matter how high your cultivation was, because of the spirit energy, you would become an ordinary person. The spirit energy in the patient's body would slowly dissipate.

But just as Yang Yun finished speaking, Xuanyuan Wentian had already raised his hand and waved it. From his sleeve, a golden pellet slowly appeared.1

Even though they were separated by a dozen meters, Yang Yun could feel that the pill was emitting an extraordinary feeling.

Gripping the pellet in his hand, Xuanyuan looked at Yang Yun and opened his mouth calmly.

But the thing that he said, was like a clap of thunder, suddenly exploding in Yang Yun's heart.

"This is a medicinal pill that can cure spiritual blood disease, the 'Celestial Guiding Pill'."

Two veins popped out on his face. Yang Yun's eyes were bloodshot as he roared.

"Bullshit!"

"I've been researching spirit disease for dozens of years, but I've never developed a medicine that can cure spirit disease!"

"Now tell me, have you already researched the medicine that can cure the spirit blood disease? Xuanyuan, don't joke around too much! "

"When I got this pill, I had the same reaction as you." Xuan Yuan chuckled bitterly.

Hearing Xuanyuan's words, Yang Yun's face froze for half a second. After that, as if he understood something, he opened his mouth and asked in a daze.

"Get it?"

"What do you mean?"

Xuan Yuan nodded and said with a faint smile.

"That's right."

"The person who specially refined this Celestial Guiding Pill for you, who was wanted by you in the Immortal Realm and chased all the way to the Devil Realm, is the man you hate to the bones!"

"Ye Kai!"

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