Jiu Sheng replied quickly and readily agreed.
This Baili Zixi was imprisoned in the dungeon by the soul-destroyer, and she had long been useless, but it was the mad sage holding her breath, and it was because of her that the Baili family's unstoppable decline was caused.
The elite children were almost wiped out in this human-monster war, and Baili Qingyan was found to have the blood of the demon clan, and the matter of the demon god's order. In hindsight, several semi-sages knew it well, and I'm afraid there was something wrong with it.
Just such a woman, who was once placed high hopes by the Holy Court and bestowed the title of Saintess, almost overturned the entire Lingbao Continent under the eyes of the semi-sacred.
This kind of crime, of course, can't let her die too cheaply.
Now that Jimo Ya wants to see her, it will not be a good thing, but a prisoner soul who deserves to die, and a hero of the human race, Jiu Sheng will naturally not take Jimo Ya's face off.
The place is hidden, and Jiu Sheng personally leads the way.
On the walls on both sides of the corridor, there are complicated patterns made of the heart blood of the weeping blood bird. These patterns are full of mysterious and strange power, which can trap the soul here, and there is no way to go to heaven or earth.
The secret room is divided into a dozen small rooms, each of which holds a soul, using secret techniques to reveal the original appearance of the soul before birth, but the body is slightly transparent, without shadows, and can only float in the small compartment.
If the soul accidentally touches any part of this compartment, the secret method above will emit a faint red light, which will burn these souls. The pain of this soul will make them cry and suffer day and night, unable to be liberated.
Jiu Sheng only opened the secret room, pointed to the last room, and indicated that it was Baili Zixi's soul.
Jimo Ya nodded, stepped in, and the door closed silently behind him.
Jimo Ya walked slowly through the compartments. In the first few compartments there were still a few souls imprisoned. Their transparent bodies were mutilated and crumbling.
The expressions on their faces were extremely painful, their mouths were opened to the maximum, as if they were enduring endless pain, and no matter how much they wailed, they couldn't make any sound.
These souls have lost their former arrogance in the infinitely long years. This kind of pain that burns the soul does not stop for a moment, and every moment is a torment.
They don't want to be released at this moment, they just want to be free, 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, unable to utter a sound, but the outstretched hand, the crazy eyes that saw a little hope in despair, and the mouth that kept opening and closing, They are all saying one request: Help me! kill me!
Jimo Ya walked past expressionlessly, until he stopped in front of the last compartment.
In this cubicle, a transparent figure curled up in the corner, heard the movement, raised his head to look towards the door, and met Jimo Ya's calm eyes.
After being stunned for a moment, his originally dull eyes suddenly became frighteningly bright, and he rushed towards him recklessly.
One was not controlled well, and the floating body touched the door of the secret room. A dark red light flashed, wrapping the figure, and then the transparent face, which had recovered its previous appearance, showed a look of pain.
Baili Zixi couldn't make a sound at the moment, but her almost bulging eyes, distorted expression, and silent roar all showed that she was in pain at the moment.
This kind of pain that cannot be heard but can be seen is enough to frighten a man with a firm mind.