Ever since Feng Cantian escaped from trouble in Jue Lei City and used the Prison Suppressing Cauldron, Su Zimo rarely used this weapon because he was worried about being recognized.
During the Immortal Sect election, he faced the pursuit of more than a hundred execution guards and did not use the Prison Suppressing Cauldron.
This is a well-hidden secret.
Unexpectedly, the book fairy Yunzhu actually knew about this!
"Why, you still want to kill me and silence me?"
Yunzhu lay on Su Zimo's back and could clearly feel that Su Zimo's muscles suddenly tightened, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
Their cheeks were very close to each other, and Yunzhu breathed out like a blue as he spoke.
Su Zimo felt a ripple in his heart and remained silent.
"take it easy."
Yunzhu gently patted Su Zimo's shoulder with his palm and said, "I have read more books and know more about Emperor Wu Jian. Therefore, after hearing about the battle in Jue Lei City, I vaguely guessed , the bronze square cauldron that appeared may be the legendary Prison Suppressing Cauldron."
"Others, even the Immortal King may not recognize the Prison Suppressing Cauldron when he sees it. After all, the time apart is too long."
Su Zimo asked: "Then how do you know that the Prison Suppressing Cauldron is on my body?"
"When Yun Ting came back from the emperor's tomb, he described to me the details of your fight. He said that the Buddhist methods you released were obviously lower realm techniques, but they were extremely powerful. Moreover, your soul is extremely powerful. It can continuously release three mysterious arts!"
Yunzhu said: "After much thought, the only technique that can have such a god-refining effect and enhance Buddhist methods is the Prajna Nirvana Sutra that Emperor Wu Jian practiced back then."
"And as far as I know, this technique is engraved on the inner wall of the Prison Suppressing Cauldron."
Su Zimo said nothing, but he was very impressed in his heart.
This book fairy Yunzhu was able to infer so many things just based on some clues, which was really amazing.
Su Zimo felt relieved when he saw Yunzhu being so honest.
If Yunzhu really has other thoughts, there is no need to tell him about this matter. This move will instead arouse his vigilance and attention.
"What else do you know?"
Su Zimo asked.
Yunzhu said: "Because there is a prison-suppressing cauldron, the hell creatures in Abi Hell do not dare to approach you."
After a short pause, Yunzhu said in confusion: "But according to my speculation, you have the Hell-Suppressing Cauldron and understand the Prajna Nirvana Sutra, so you should be able to control Abi Hell. How come you don't know anything about this place?"
"Control Abi Hell?"
Su Zimo was shocked.
But soon, he understood the reason.
The Prison Suppressing Cauldron is the key to Abi Hell.
And he understands the "Prajna Nirvana Sutra" and owns the Hell-Suppressing Cauldron, which is equal to inheriting the inheritance of Emperor Wu Jian, so it is logical to take over the Abi Hell.
"What can you feel when your consciousness pours into the Prison Suppressing Cauldron?"
Yunzhu asked again.
"I can only feel that the four holy souls are half asleep and half awake, and the rest is chaos." Su Zimo did not hide it.
Yunzhu may know more about Abi Hell, Emperor Wujian, and even the Prison Suppressing Cauldron than he does!
Yunzhu pondered for a while and analyzed: "Maybe your Yuan Shen realm is not enough."
"After all, the Prison Suppressing Cauldron was an imperial weapon back then. Even if it is damaged and its realm falls, it still contains the Holy Soul Spiritual Consciousness, which can be regarded as the level of a psychic magic weapon."
"If your Yuanshen realm can reach the True One realm, you can try again."
While the two were talking, Su Zimo never stopped.
Even though he was carrying a person on his back, he still walked quickly and breathed smoothly.
In this moment, there were less than ten people still chasing him, and the rest had been buried in the desert.
Except for the two true immortals, including Xie Tianhong, the remaining few people could not hold on for long.
"I can not stand it any more!"
Xie Tianhong suddenly roared and paused.
Abi Hell is huge, boundless, and the terrain is complex and changeable.
He found that he couldn't catch up with Su Zimo.
While chasing him all the way, he could only watch the people around him fall down one by one, and there were fewer and fewer people left!
Once fear develops, it cannot be suppressed.
Xie Tianhong didn't want to continue chasing.
He wants to leave!
He had had enough of the atmosphere and environment here!
"You continue to pursue me, I'll leave first!"
Xie Tianhong took out a teleportation jade token from his storage bag and crushed it directly.
An unrivaled force of space power erupted, shaking the void.
Where the jade tablet was broken, the void shook and twisted, and was slightly dented, but in the blink of an eye, it returned to calm.
Nothing changes.
"this… "
Xie Tianhong was dumbfounded.
"Why, how could this happen?"
Xie Tianhong looked at Yulong Zhenxian and the two and said subconsciously: "Didn't it mean that there was a crack in Abi Hell, and even a fairy-level monster escaped?"
The two great immortals looked at each other, and their hearts sank.
If this teleportation jade token cannot tear apart the space here and take Xie Tianhong away, this means that the two of them cannot leave either!
Even if the Immortal King enters this place, he cannot leave!
Not to mention Xie Tianhong, both Jingyue Zhenxian were a little panicked.
"ah!"
At this moment, several monks nearby suddenly fell into the sand pit and were dragged in by the poisonous scorpions below the desert. There was a scream!
After they delayed for a moment, the distance between them and Su Zimo became farther and farther.
Many poisonous scorpions approached secretly and launched attacks!
"Let's go!"
Yulong Zhenxian shouted: "Leave here first!"
Yulong Zhenxian grabbed Xie Tianhong's arm, released his energy and blood, and galloped with all his strength in the direction Su Zimo left.
the other side.
Although Su Zimo did not stop, he also noticed the movement behind him.
"Abi Hell should be a trap!"
Yunzhu suddenly said: "There may not be any cracks in Abi Hell."
"You mean that all the monks who come in now will be trapped in Abi Hell?"
Su Zimo asked with a frown.
"Not trapped, but buried here!"
Yunzhu said solemnly: "You have the Prison Suppressing Cauldron. You can protect yourself in Abi Hell, but others will be attacked by crazy creatures from hell and will die here. No one can escape!"
"During this period, the number of monks who have entered Abi Hell from all over the heaven has probably exceeded 100,000!"
Just a rumor caused hundreds of thousands of souls to be buried in Abi Hell!
"Using Abi Hell to set up such a trap, why exactly?"
Su Zimo asked again.
Yunzhu shook his head and said, "I don't know either."
"How are your feet?"
Su Zimo suddenly remembered that Yunzhu had been stung by a poisonous scorpion, and subconsciously lowered his head and glanced sideways.
Yunzhu's feet and legs were obviously swollen than before!
Although through the shoes and clothes, you can still vaguely see the flesh and blood inside, which is already tinged with blue and black.
The injury has obviously worsened!
Su Zimo said in a deep voice: "You have to find a place to stop, open the wound, and let out the poisonous blood."