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nChapter 722: Origin Spiritual Power, Perfect Merit!_1

nTranslator: 549690339

nHe looked at Li Yueming’s interested expression.

nIt was as if he did not care about the danger that he was about to face.

nThe worry on the young man’s face finally calmed down a little. He bowed respectfully again and said,”Senior, my name is Zhao Hechuan. May I ask how I should address you?”

nAnyway, the current situation was already very bad. No matter how bad it was, it didn’t seem to be much worse.

nThe worst outcome would be death.

nLi Yueming glanced at him and replied casually,””My name is not important. You just need to lead the way.”

nHe could only hope that this mysterious senior who claimed to be from Nine Regions really had enough strength to quell the various troubles that he might face next.

nLi Yueming replied calmly.

nZhao Hechuan no longer hesitated. He gritted his teeth and led the way.

nAs the two of them walked into the imperial prison, Zhao Hechuan informed them,””Senior, I came to this prison last year as a servant. My understanding of the imperial prison is only limited to the first three levels. As for the deeper levels below the third level, I have never come into contact with them.”

nLi Yueming smiled. He didn’t expect that no one dared to say a few words in front of him for so many years in Nine Regions. Now, he was told to be careful by a junior in such a small world outside Nine Regions.

nHowever, Zhao Hechuan had good intentions, so he didn’t care about these details. He nodded to indicate that he already knew.

nAs the two of them were talking, they had arrived at the entrance to the first underground floor of the City of Heart’s prison.

nZhao Hechuan walked in front and was about to push open the door to the underground when he heard the sound of a blade being unsheathed.

n“Swoosh!”

nWith a crisp sound, the wooden door under the imperial prison suddenly shattered.

nA shiny scimitar pierced through the hole and stabbed toward Zhao Hechuan. Following the scimitar was a furious voice,””Who dares to barge into the imperial prison?”

nAlthough that person was still in the middle of his cultivation, in just an instant, the flying scimitar was already close at hand.

nSeeing that he was about to lose his life, Zhao Hechuan couldn’t help but widen his eyes in shock.

nAlthough they hadn’t exchanged blows yet, from the speed and power that erupted from the scimitar’s control, the heart spirit reader guarding the gate had definitely surpassed the realm of mental certainty!

nSuch an existence would definitely be the core ruling class even in the central towns of various places. However, he was only the guardian of the first level in the Heavenly Prison of the City of Heart.

nZhao Hechuan’s heart was filled with despair when he thought of this.

nOne had to know that his relatives and family were being escorted to the eighteenth floor!

nIn other words, if he really wanted to go down and rescue them, he would have to face at least eighteen Heart Spirit Telekinesis Masters who were no weaker than this Heart Spirit Telekinesis Master in front of him…

nIn his mind, this was something that was harder than ascending to the heavens.

nAfter all, if a cultivator wanted to become stronger, they would have to put in 10 to 100 times more effort than a heart spirit reader.

nIf he wanted to reach the other party’s realm, he would have to spend at least a hundred years of bitter cultivation.

nThe scimitars that flew out of the air were getting closer and closer.

nThe saber light was about to touch Zhao Hechuan’s neck.

nLi Yueming finally moved.

nThere was a clang, and the ear-piercing sound of metal vibrating could be heard.

nLi Yueming curled his finger slightly and flicked the originally imposing scimitar to the ground. Even the scimitar itself was constantly trembling, like a creature wailing on the verge of death.

nAfter the dust and smoke dispersed.

nThe guards on the first underground floor of the City of Heart’s prison walked out from the direction of the broken door.

nThe man’s dark eyes glanced at the trembling scimitar on the ground, then at Zhao Hechuan and Li Yueming. He said in an unfriendly tone,””I was wrong. No wonder he dared to bring a heretic cultivator to the imperial prison alone!”

nAs he spoke, he waved his hand lightly.

nThe scimitar that had fallen to the ground flew back. The guard gripped the scimitar again and said with a cold tone,”However, the Heavenly Prison is the most heavily guarded place in the City of Heart. Isn’t it a little too big?”

nWhen Li Yueming heard this, he glanced at the guard in front of him, who was wrapped in armor. He replied coldly and concisely,”Noisy!”

nThe imperial prison guards seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

nHowever, before his smile could appear on his face, it had already frozen in his heart.

nLi Yueming glanced at him coldly. It was as if he was being stared at by a terrifying monster, so much so that his entire body froze on the spot. It was not easy for him to even move a finger.

n“Crack!”

nIn the next second.

nEven his proud heart spiritual force didn’t have time to react when he saw his vision suddenly turn black, and he immediately lost his consciousness.

nHe looked at the Heavenly Prison Guard who had turned into a puddle of mud and blood.

nZhao Hechuan’s face was filled with fear.

nHe turned back to look at Li Yueming, who was still expressionless, and then turned his head to look at the bloodstained gate of the imperial prison not far away. If he had not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would not have imagined that such a terrifying killing method could exist in this world.

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