My wife flies to the heavens, but I am the Envoy of Abundance!

Even the most vicious of the prisoners that Jingliu killed before were no match for even a fraction of those here.

For example, there was Zephyr, the former rein-bearer of the Houyhnhnms, who committed numerous war crimes.

For example, Mingxiao, the commander of the Wingers Legion.

Now, as a prison cell door opens, a tall figure walks out of the cell.

He was no different from any other person, except that behind him were pure white wings.

"Seven hundred years have passed, and we have finally escaped this cage."

He crossed his arms and walked out of the cell.

Upon seeing the door, he disgustedly lifted the back ladder and kicked it.

In just a moment, the door bent slightly, demonstrating his immense strength.

"Lord Mingxiao, the Immortal Ship is currently in chaos and unable to take care of itself. We will follow your lead once we rescue you!"

A prisoner spoke beside Mingxiao.

The prisoners locked up here are mostly not fools; they know that even if they managed to break out of the Dark Prison, it would be difficult for them to escape alive.

So instead of acting rashly, they rescued each other and released the other prisoners as well.

With a large number of people, it is easier to escape alive.

Among this group, the most powerful and ferocious was naturally Mingxiao, the former legion commander of the Winged Guardians.

As a former enemy of the Immortal Ship, Mingxiao had a notorious reputation before being captured by Jingliu, which is why the other prisoners all regarded him as their leader.

"Hmph, Immortal Boat, now that Luofu has lost the Five Heroes of the Clouds, I'll see who can stop me!"

As he spoke, two pure white wings unfolded behind him, and the faint sounds of wind and thunder seemed to emanate from them.

"Go back to your room, or die."

Just as everyone was discussing leaving, a cool and aloof figure arrived with crisp footsteps.

After scanning the area with his red eyes, Jingliu spoke calmly.

In his hand, the longsword formed from ice emanated a sharp sword aura; just a glance at it caused a stinging sensation.

"Hmph, courting death! The Immortal Ship is in chaos now, can't even find a decent expert? Do you know who our leader is? He is the commander of the Wingers Legion who once defeated the Immortal Ship, Lord Mingxiao!"

One of the prisoners snorted coldly, showing no fear of Jing Liu.

As he spoke, he looked to his side.

However, when he turned his head, he couldn't see anyone.

Upon closer inspection, they discovered that Mingxiao, who had previously loathed the prison cell that had held them captive for hundreds of years, was now obediently walking inside.

Afterwards, he thoughtfully locked the cell door.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the lock had been broken long ago, but Mingxiao's powerful strength had forced it back together.

"Lord Mingxiao, what do you mean by this?!"

The prisoner was momentarily stunned, not understanding what Mingxiao was trying to do.

"Hmph, who said I was going to leave? The Wingers are finished now, what need do they have for a legion commander like me? I'm doing just fine here. The guards in the prison are so nice to talk to, I love it here!"

As Mingxiao spoke, he picked up the restraints beside him and personally put them on the wings on his back.

Mingxiao once loathed these restraints, for it was these very things that had imprisoned him for hundreds of years and caused him to lose most of his power.

Upon seeing that familiar figure, Mingxiao's movements became incredibly swift.

Putting on the restraints was as natural as putting on clothes.

He was afraid that Jingliu would feel threatened or that he had the power to resist.

For a moment, many of the prisoners fell silent.

The difference between Mingxiao's before and after was so huge that it left everyone somewhat bewildered.

However, they are not fools, and Mingxiao must have his reasons for doing this.

As the legion commander of the Wingers, Mingxiao was fearless and dared to talk back even to General Shence. But in everyone's mind, there seemed to be only one person who could make the other party so afraid.

That was the previous swordsman of the Immortal Ship, Mirror Flow.

I heard that the previous Sword Master of the Immortal Ship was an orphan from Cangcheng. The people of Cangcheng are the easiest to recognize among the people of the Immortal Ship, as they have white hair and red eyes.

Just like... the swordsman in front of me.

Immediately, the group of serious offenders scattered and ran frantically towards their cells.

He was afraid that if he was even a step too slow, the long sword would fall on him the next moment.

It was clearly the place where the most vicious criminals were imprisoned, but for Jingliu, it was the most convenient place.

However, not all prisoners are willing to obediently return to their cells.

There were still some who tried to resist, but in the end, they all became victims of the Mirror Stream's sword.

Seeing Jingliu slaughter these prisoners as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, those prisoners who had acted voluntarily earlier felt even more fortunate.

After all, if they had been any later, the blade would have been on their heads.

For a swordsman of Mirror Style's caliber, no one is even qualified to fight her unless they have reached a certain level of strength.

Whether it's the prisoners above or the serious criminals below, they're all easy targets for Jingliu, one sword strike at a time.

Mingxiao, the only one capable of exchanging two blows with Jingliu, was too embarrassed to attack Jingliu after he consciously went back.

Mingxiao, inside the cell, was also terrified as he looked at the fallen corpses.

That old hag, how come she's getting stronger and stronger after seven hundred years?

When she captured me back then, we at least had a fierce battle. But what about now? These serious criminals are no pushovers. Even I would have had to put up a fight if so many prisoners came at me together. And what happened? Jing Liu killed them one by one with his sword. Judging from the murderous aura emanating from them, they probably fought their way here from the highest level.

He hacked his way from the entrance of the prison all the way to this depth without even blinking.

The stronger Jing Liu became, the clearer Ming Xiaolin became. She realized how incredibly smart she was; she had returned the instant she saw Jing Liu. Otherwise, with her body having been imprisoned for seven hundred years, she would probably have been nothing more than a couple more sword strikes to Jing Liu...

Actually, Mingxiao wasn't like this before.

As the legion commander of the Guardian Seed, a hero of his generation, Mingxiao also has his own pride.

However, this pride did not last long. His once-proud strength was defeated by Jing Liu's sword, and from then on, his Dao heart was shattered.

It also left a deep shadow in his heart.

For a while at the beginning, Mingxiao was still a bit arrogant, but as time went by, Mingxiao's arrogance was erased, and he even cooperated a little when the immortal boat asked him questions.

After suppressing all the prisoners, Jingliu did not choose to leave, but instead chose to guard the entrance of the prison.

Make sure no one escapes.

"The battle... is it almost over?"

She looked up and saw the ocean tides split apart by the power of the Dragon Lord.

Memories flooded back.

There was a time when I and Lord Yinyue had also fought each other.

They argued about who was stronger until he split the tide with a single sword strike, and the seawater did not roll back. Only then did Yin Yue admit that he was stronger than him.

Sadly, the past is like fleeting smoke. Seven hundred years later, the Five Heroes of the Clouds reunited on Luofu Mountain, but this time, they each had their own purposes and could never come together again...

Returning to her old haunts inevitably evoked memories, but now that the issue of demonic influence no longer troubles Jingliu, she no longer avoids those past events.

All of this is because of Wei Yi.

5. Perhaps... perhaps she really can revive Bai Heng...

Ling Jingliu thought to himself silently.

1. If it is an experimental resurrection, Jingliu would never agree to it under any circumstances. The memory of personally slaying that evil dragon during the Yinyue Rebellion is as vivid as yesterday.

That was the final straw that broke the camel's back; shortly afterward, he was ensnared by demonic forces...

However, Wei Yi's resurrection was perfect, and given the precedent of General Yue Yu, Bai Heng's resurrection was somewhat justified.

9. Although he has let go of what happened back then, if he could... Jingliu still wants to see her one more time, sit with her by the cliffside, drink wine, and tell her about the many things that have happened over the past seven hundred years...

spirit......

On the other side, with a loud bang, the two figures separated.

Hu Lei's breathing was somewhat disordered, but his overall condition was still relatively good.

"Hmph, you've managed to defeat so many Bu Li people over the years, you certainly have some skill. However, that's not enough to trample on my head! It's time to show you my true abilities!"

Hu Lei said, "Qqun灸⒌líng１⑧灵9líng玖着", and let out a long howl to the sky. Suddenly, blood-red patterns appeared on his body.

His aura became increasingly violent.

"This is the power you have always feared and rejected! The gift from the depths of your bloodline!"

As Hu Lei spoke, he slashed at Fei Xiao with his sword again.

Feixiao, not to be outdone, also met the attack with his long sword.

This time, however, she took a small step back in the face of Hu Lei's powerful strike.

"Not bad, that's interesting. In that case, the warm-up is over, it's time to get serious!"

Feeling the powerful force of Hu Lei, Fei Xiao smiled and said, pointing her spear blade at Hu Lei, "Let's begin our second round!"

"Why! Why reject your own instincts! It's because of this fear that you fox spirits will never be able to overcome me!"

As Hu Lei spoke, the long sword in his hand emitted a bloody light as he slashed towards Fei Xiao.

In an instant, several huge cracks appeared on the ground.

Feixiao responded with an even faster sword strike: "If we follow our instincts and the law of the jungle prevails, then the development of civilization becomes meaningless, and we are no different from wild beasts!"

In an instant, Feixiao's speed also increased.

"War needs healing! One day, I will stop the arrows of light from falling, and turn the lamentations of the stars into hymns!"

"Hmph, what's wrong with following your heart's desires? What's the use of you waging war everywhere, chasing after the traces of shooting stars? Gods never show mercy to mortals; they only walk their own paths, caring nothing for the lives of mortals, leaving us to fight! If the bloodless and tearless gods do not heed the prayers of mortals, then we must fight for our own desires! Follow your desires, you are excellent! You should not refuse this power!"

Hu Lei's eyes gleamed with a blood-red light, his power grew increasingly violent, and at the same time, the wolf venom gradually spread outwards.