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Obviously, Mingzhu had already noticed the changes happening behind everyone's back, but just like he was indifferent to the prison escape planned by everyone, he also had no intention of reminding everyone.

There was even a faint smile hanging on the corner of Mingzhu's mouth, as if he was also satisfied that he could still enjoy such a farce with ups and downs in the last stage of his life.

In front of everyone, the old man in Taoist robes suddenly appeared, applauding and sneering as he walked forward two steps: "I didn't expect it! You can actually make such a big fuss in Qishan Prison, it is really eye-opening for me! "

However, no one paid attention to what the old man in Taoist robes said.

Because everyone's eyes were attracted by the appearance of the old man in Taoist robes, even Fu Zhibin seemed to have seen a ghost, and asked with horror on his face: "Ke Zheng?! How did you get out of your cell?" Ran away?"

That's right, the old man in Taoist robes who suddenly appeared in front of everyone was none other than the Nascent Soul monk and the Supreme Elder of Guiyi Sect, Ke Zheng, who had been a prisoner with Patriarch Mingzhu for two hundred years!

According to Fu Zhibin's previous statement, Ke Zheng had not only gone crazy a long time ago, but he had also been like a living dead for two hundred years, squatting in his cell motionless and not even talking to himself.

However, Elder Ke today not only looks natural and does not look crazy at all, but even speaks in an orderly manner.

What the hell is going on? !

But Ke Zheng ignored Fu Zhibin's question.

He suddenly appeared behind everyone, and he definitely wasn't here to chat with everyone.

Elder Ke just snapped his fingers, and his figure disappeared on the spot like a ghost. When he appeared again, he had already flashed in front of the cell where Wang Sandao was about to appear. The whole process only happened in a blink of an eye. It was said that Yang Lu's eyes did not follow his, and even the spiritual consciousness of Fu Zhibin, a fifth-level Jindan monk, could not see his movements clearly.

Such extremely advanced body skills alone are beyond the reach of ordinary Golden Core Stage monks!

If everyone was still doubtful about Elder Ke's identity before, after seeing his sudden display of amazing physical skills, everyone was 100% sure that this person was definitely a genuine Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse!

Arriving in front of the cell where Wang Sandao was about to appear, Ke Zheng raised his hand and pressed hard on the wall that was about to turn into a shadow.

As the majestic mana surged out of the body of this great monk in the early stage of Yuanying, the restriction that trapped Wang Sandao seemed to have regained its energy supply, and once again released a milky white light, accompanied by bursts of light all around. Twisted, the third cell, which had gradually transformed into reality, actually became blurry again!

Now even a pure layman like Yang Lu could see what Elder Ke Zheng wanted to do: he actually activated his magic power to reactivate the Immortal Restriction that sealed Wang Sandao!

Of course, the amount of spiritual energy consumed to maintain the immortal formation is obviously not a small amount. Without the spiritual energy support of Qishan Prison, it will not be easy for even Ke Zheng, a serious Nascent Soul monk, to drive the immortal formation with his own magic power.

Due to activating his magic power with all his strength, beads of sweat oozed out from Elder Ke's forehead, and around his body, the surrounding spiritual energy environment also rolled up waves of violent spiritual energy storms, and a large amount of spiritual energy was like a tide. The energy poured into his body from all directions, continuously replenishing the mana he was constantly consuming.

If it were under normal circumstances, if a Nascent Soul stage monk was using all his strength at such a close range, a Qi Refining stage monk with low cultivation like Yang Lu would have been shocked to death by the aftermath of the opponent's spell.

However, although Elder Ke Zheng was sabotaging Wang Sandao's prison escape plan, he appeared to be extremely restrained when casting spells. Although he had tried his best to maintain the immortal restraint, he still allocated part of his energy to control his own power. The spiritual energy storm formed around him did not leak out at all.

Despite this, no one dared to approach Ke Zheng, let alone stop him.

After all, Elder Ke can only control the power around him to the limit. If someone approaches him rashly, without Elder Ke personally taking action, the person with evil intentions will be instantly torn into pieces by the violent tide of spiritual energy.

Seeing that Wang Sandao's prison cell, which was about to return to the world of Kyushu, slowly sank into the depths of the infinite sea of ​​void again, Elder Ke Zheng, while exerting all his strength, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "I waited until the last moment to take action, just to Let your overall plan be exposed, and now it seems that it is not too late for me to take action!"

Seeing with his own eyes that Wang Sandao, who was about to escape, was sealed again, Cheng Shida said with disbelief: "How did you escape from the cell? Don't say you were crazy a long time ago. Even if you are not crazy, you are It is impossible to open one's cell in such a short time, this is definitely not something that a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul can do!"

Ke Zheng then slowly turned his head and said, "If I don't come out of the cell, how can I stop your escape plot?"

After hearing Ke Zheng's words, everyone's brains were short-circuited.

Even Ancestor Mingzhu, who was watching the fun next to him, showed a curious expression. He was obviously curious about how this guy with a similar cultivation level to himself escaped from prison, and why he suddenly jumped out to seal Wang Sandao.

Fu Zhibin took a deep breath and said, "Elder Ke, have you been pretending to be crazy and stupid for all these years?"

"Do you think I'm really crazy?"

"So you locked yourself in the bottom floor of Qishan Prison for two hundred years. What is your purpose?"

"Guess what!"

"Are you just trying to prevent others from rescuing Wang Sandao? I know that you, the old man, had a big feud with Wang Sandao back then, but if no one comes to rescue Wang Sandao, do you plan to lock yourself here until you die of old age? "

Hearing this, Ke Zheng showed a very strange smile and said: "Haha, you have completely destroyed the main formation of Qishan Prison. If you want to wait for the Yuanying period ancestors of Liuyun Sect and Yuejianshan to come and deal with the aftermath, you may still have to wait. It will take a long time, and before that, we still have plenty of time to chat, so you might as well guess again!”

At this moment, Wang Ziwei suddenly said: "You are not an ordinary Nascent Soul monk! Your magic power has been seriously eroded by demonic energy. Could it be said that you are a demonic cultivator who has practiced demonic skills?!"

Ke Zheng was slightly stunned, and was about to say something, but Wang Ziwei seemed to suddenly think of something, and added quickly: "Wait, I understand, you are not a demon cultivator! You should be like Ancestor Mingzhu, He is just an ordinary Nascent Soul stage monk, but for some unknown reason, half of his legs have gone crazy!"

Hearing Wang Ziwei's statement, Ke Zheng was surprised and said: "I thought my deception was very clever, but I didn't expect that you, a little foundation-building monk, would see through it! You are right, if I hadn't already half-stepped If you are possessed by a demon, even if you don’t deduct a trace of merit, I would have killed all of you who are in the way. How can I tolerate you making noise here!”

As he spoke, the light around Ke Zheng also distorted for a while. It should be because some kind of blinding method was lifted. Only then did everyone realize that Elder Ke Zheng, who suddenly appeared and acted bravely for justice, was actually covered with thick... of black karma.