funbook-pk Chapter 618 Moving the Muscles
Chapter 618 Moving the Muscles
Mingyu's hand trembled violently, and the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass fell to the ground with a "pa".
The Lord of Yaofeng, who has always been eloquent, felt like he had something stuck in his throat at this moment.
He knew it better than anyone else - if he gave in even a little today, rumors of "Tianxuan Sword Sect colluding with the demon clan" would spread throughout the cultivation world tomorrow.
"Before the soul examination begins..."
Chu Ziyu suddenly pushed Mingyu's support away and stumbled to his knees. "I, the disciple, am willing to imprison myself in the Demon Locking Tower and stop spreading rumors."
With his bloody fingertips, he drew a demon-suppressing talisman on the ground. When the rune was completed, his entire palm was covered in blood and flesh. "So... can you all wait patiently for a day?"
As soon as these words were uttered, the whole room was in an uproar.
Discussions broke out among the onlookers:
"The Demon Locking Tower?! That place will peel off the skin of the monsters alive!"
"If he is really Senior Brother Chu... why would he bother himself..."
“He must be feeling guilty!”
Where is the Demon Locking Tower?
The Xuanxiao Gate is a forbidden area, specifically designed to suppress the most heinous demons. Within the tower, fierce winds pierce like knives, thunder and fire intertwine, and even the most powerful demons will be slain if they enter.
More importantly, the Demon Locking Tower would suppress demonic power. If Chu Ziyu was truly a possessed demon, his true form would be revealed upon entering the tower. If he was truly Chu Ziyu, he would have endured a day of torture in vain.
"If it's really Senior Brother Chu..." another person's voice trembled, "Why bother..."
The discussion was cut off by the sound of a sword.
Sword energy surged around Lin Ci'an, and the bluestone ground began to crack.
He grabbed Chu Ziyu's wrist, and his voice was trembling with extreme suppression: "Brother! You clearly know what is in the tower-"
"Xiao An."
Chu Ziyu pressed his pulse with his backhand, his cat pupils shrinking into thin lines in the sunlight, "Let go."
The cynical smile still hung on the corner of his lips, but his consciousness was as cold as ice, "Or..."
"You want the entire cultivation world to see..."
His fingertips gently brushed across Lin Ci'an's chest. "Is Jingzhe Sword Master going crazy over a cat demon?"
Xuan Xiao (slams his whisk heavily on the ground):
"Shut up!" (The pressure rolled over the whole place, his eyes fixed on Chu Ziyu)
His eyes were fixed on Chu Ziyu: "Are you really..."
Before he could finish his words, a bell suddenly rang from the direction of the Demon Locking Tower - noon had arrived and the tower gate was about to open.
Chu Ziyu broke free from Lin Ci'an's hand, and his silver hair drew an arc in the wind.
When he turned around, the wound on his heart burst open again, and blood dripped down his clothes, forming a glaring red line on the bluestone slabs.
"Master."
He bowed deeply to Xuan Xiao, while his cat tail quietly wrapped around Ming Yu's sleeve. "Disciple...I'll be back soon."
(In front of the Demon Locking Tower)
When the heavy black iron door slowly opened, the shrill howling of the strong wind was creepy.
Chu Ziyu looked back one last time——
Mingyu clutched the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass tightly, pinching the sleeve of her robe until it bled.
The tassel of Xuanxiao's whisk was broken in half, and the crack on the jade token was shocking;
And Lin Ci'an...the swordsman whose sword was as powerful as thunder, was now holding the sword with his blood-stained hands, tears streaming down his face but he stubbornly pursed his lips.
(What a bunch of idiots)
He chuckled in his heart, turned and stepped into the darkness.
The Demon Locking Tower has nine floors, and Chu Ziyu is imprisoned in the "Heart Refining Prison" on the third floor.
The walls were covered with demon-suppressing runes, the ground was as hot as a branding iron, and green lightning and fire struck overhead from time to time.
His wrists and ankles were restrained by the "Soul-Blocking Locks", completely sealing off his demonic powers, making it difficult for him to even maintain his human form.
Of course this is just the surface.
The moment the tower door closed, Chu Ziyu's aura suddenly changed.
He casually shook his wrist, which was held by the "Soul Forbidden Lock," and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips: "I've played the grandson long enough, it's time to stretch my muscles."
(In the spiritual space)
The light ball of 6872 flashed wildly: "Warning! Divine power fluctuations detected! Boss, didn't you say you would-"
"Shut up."
Chu Ziyu's spirit stretched lazily. "I'm so angry, what's wrong with hitting a few sandbags?"
With a crisp "click", the "Soul Lock" that was said to be able to imprison great demons was
In Chu Ziyu's hands, it was like a clay sculpture, which he easily crushed into powder.
The green lightning and fire that struck down from above his head suddenly stopped three inches away from him and was actually swallowed up by the silver light flowing around his body.
"That's it?"
Chu Ziyu sneered, and his cat pupils glowed with an eerie golden light in the darkness.
He flicked his fingertips, and a wisp of divine power turned into a silver needle, which directly shattered the demon-suppressing runes on the wall one by one.
(First Floor: Wind Blade Prison)
The bronze puppet guarding the tower had barely raised its giant axe when it was split in two by a flash of silver light. Chu Ziyu stepped on the flying fragments of the mechanical device and slapped the ground impatiently, "Next."
(Second Floor: Ice Prison)
The thousand-year-old black ice cracked under his feet. Before the two-headed snow demon guarding this floor could even speak, Chu Ziyu grabbed his neck and pressed him into the ice wall.
With a "click", the magic core shattered.
(Fourth Floor: Poisonous Miasma Prison)
Chu Ziyu sat on the poisonous dragon's head with a huge horse and golden sword, using his divine power to purify the poisonous gas in the room while explaining to 6872: "Did you see that? This kind of low-level monster should be-"
The poisonous dragon suddenly jumped up, and was slapped three feet into the ground by him.
(Fifth floor...)
......
(Ninth Floor: Demon Suppression Hall)
When Chu Ziyu kicked open the last bronze door, the ancient inner demon imprisoned there was gnawing at the soul of an unlucky monk.
"Hey, where's the snack?"
The silver-haired cat demon leaned against the door frame with a smile, playing with a wisp of lightning with his fingertips. "Do you mind an extra pair of chopsticks?"