Chapter 1314 I Feel so Miserable
The Wine Saint replied quickly and agreed happily.
This Baili Zixi was imprisoned in the dungeon by the soul, and has long been of no use. It was just the breath of the mad saint that was held back. It was because of her that the Baili family's unstoppable decline was caused.
The elite disciples were almost wiped out in this human-monster war. Baili Qingyan was found to have demon blood. After thinking about it, several semi-saints knew something about the demon god's order. They were afraid that there was something fishy about it.
Just such a woman, who had high hopes from the Holy Court and was granted the title of Saint, almost overturned the entire Lingbao Continent under the eyes of the semi-saint.
Such a crime would naturally not let her die easily.
Now that Jimo Ya wants to see her, it will naturally be bad, but for a prisoner who deserves death, and a hero of the human race, the Wine Sage will naturally not harm Jimo Ya's face.
The place is secretive, and the Wine Master personally leads the way.
On the walls on both sides of the corridor, complex patterns are transformed with the heart blood of the Weeping Blood Bird. These patterns are full of mysterious and strange power, and can trap the soul here, and there is no way to go to heaven or earth.
The secret room is divided into about ten small rooms, and each small room contains a soul. The secret method is used to reveal the soul's original appearance before birth, except that the body is slightly transparent and has no shadow, so it can only float in the small room.
If the soul accidentally touches any part of this compartment, the secret method above will emit a faint red light, burning these souls. This pain of the soul will make them wail in pain day and night, unable to be liberated.
The Wine Saint only opened the secret room and pointed to the last room to indicate that that was where Baili Zixi's soul was.
Jimo Ya nodded, stepped in, and the door closed silently behind him.
Jimo Ya slowly walked through the compartments. There were still a few souls imprisoned in the first few compartments. Their transparent bodies were mutilated and crumbling.
The expressions on their faces were very ferocious and painful, and their mouths were opened as wide as possible, as if they were experiencing endless pain, and no matter how they wailed, no sound came out.
These souls have lost their former pride in these infinitely long years. This pain that burns their souls never stops for a moment, and every moment is torture.
At this moment, they no longer seek to be released, but only seek to be liberated, even if their souls dissipate.
Therefore, as soon as Jimo Ya came in, those souls rushed to the door of the compartment one after another. No sound came out of their mouths, but the hands stretched out, the crazy eyes that saw a little hope in the despair, and the mouths that kept opening and closing, They all tell one request: Help me! kill me!
Jimo Ya walked past expressionlessly until he stopped in front of the last cubicle.
In this compartment, a transparent figure huddled in the corner. Hearing the movement, he raised his head and looked at the door, meeting Jimo Ya's calm eyes.
After being startled for a moment, his dull eyes suddenly became frighteningly bright, and he rushed over regardless.
An uncontrollable, floating body hit the door with the characteristics of the secret room. A dark red light flashed and enveloped the figure, and then the transparent face that had returned to its previous appearance showed a look of pain.
Baili Zixi could not make a sound at the moment, but her almost bulging eyes, twisted expression, and silent roar all showed that she was in unbearable pain at this moment.
This kind of pain that cannot be heard but can be seen is enough to make a determined man tremble.