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dungeon.
Built over the holy city, the aura here is restricted layer by layer.
If there is no one to guide, or the passport of the holy city, there is no place to be found, and no one would have thought that it would be hidden in the sky.
The cold wind here is biting, every gust of wind seems to be able to blow to the depths of your bone marrow.
Ordinary criminals are locked in dungeons, and only those who have committed the most heinous or heinous crimes will be locked in sky prisons.
After Jimo Ya arrived in the holy city, he asked the fifth elder to help him get the pass for the prison, and went straight in here.
With a complex mood of anxiety, nervousness, disgust, and hatred, when I came to the outside of the prison, I was a little hesitant to enter...
Outside Prison No. 1, he could see from a distance the big monster inside, the figure as big as a house, crouching there quietly at this moment, motionless.
He stopped for a while, and a complicated light flashed in his eyes, "Fifth Elder, I want to go in alone, please wait here."
Jimo Yifan didn't make things difficult for him, he hummed and stopped on the spot.
Jimo Ya walked in.
His expression was cold, and his figure was staggering and embarrassed, he was afraid...
He was afraid of facing such a phantom face, but he had a strong desire to see...
A big bird with disheveled feathers was crawling in a corner of the dungeon, and the cold, knife-like wind was blowing on its body, making its wounds unable to heal, and the blood oozing out continuously...
Its claws are vigorous and vermilion red. They used to have the power to tear the sky apart, but now they stretch out softly, and the claws are also full of scars.
Small, as if pierced by a flying needle or a flying knife.
Afterwards, it was carefully cleaned up, but there were still small holes bleeding.
Its head was tilted feebly, its eyes were drooping, and there were streaks of flames on its eyelids, like clouds of flames, like glowing clouds.
However, at this time, there were also many scars.
None of the feathers on the neck, body, and wings were intact, and a monster aura rushed towards him. The wind blew, and the broken feathers flew around. The colorful glass was magnificent.
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The more Jimo Ya looked at it, the more desolate he felt in his heart, he tried to find a trace of the radiant and charming figure in it.
No!
This is a big monster, a big monster that is full of monsters!
Jimo Ya has a thousand words to say, and he doesn't know where to start.
His fingers trembled, and he couldn't help but want to touch the scars on his body...
The heartache was unbearable.
At this moment, the drooping big monster seemed to know his arrival, struggled a bit, and raised his head.
It opened its big glazed eyes and looked over.
Those eyes flashed with a demonic aura, alluring, like a beam of light.
For a moment, Jimo Ya was taken aback, his monster-like eyes made him feel as if he had returned to the beams of ice-cold snake demon lights when he was young...
In that darkness, there was nothing but the eyes of the snake demon, staring at it coldly and mercilessly...
Jimo Ya's trembling fingers calmed down, and his heart gradually hardened.
This is a monster!
"Demon girl, you are a half-demon, right?"
Only a half-monster can cover up the aura of the monster race so perfectly that the half-saints couldn't find it.
When the big demon heard the word "Yao Nu", the glazed light in his eyes dimmed a little. It let out a clear whistle, the sound was intermittent, and it was extremely weak. It struggled to get up, and wanted to walk towards Jimo Ya.