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Chapter 15: Dragon Prison

  Deep underground in Bianjing, the Jin army dungeon was like an ancient beast lurking in the dark abyss, silent and yet emitting a chilling breath, as if it was going to devour all the light and hope mercilessly. The damp and sticky moss, like a thick green carpet, covered every inch of the wall wantonly. Under the dim and swaying torches, it glowed with a strange green light, as if countless pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness were spying on everything in the dungeon. In the air, the pungent smell of rust and the stench of rotten meat intertwined to form a nauseating mixed smell that permeated the entire space. Every breath was like swallowing a piece of rotten dirt, making people's stomachs churn.

  Lin Wanqiu's delicate body was hung high in the air by a spell chain as thick as a child's arm. The chains were like ferocious pythons, tightly wrapped around her. The runes on the chains flashed with strange blue light, as if they had life, constantly jumping and twisting, like poisonous snakes, biting her pale skin fiercely, leaving shocking burn marks. The walls of the dungeon were engraved with dense dragon-suppressing spells. These spells seemed to be injected with evil souls, twisting like wriggling insects, as if trying to suppress the powerful force that was about to erupt in Lin Wanqiu's body. The copper bells hanging on the chains kept ringing in the dungeon without a trace of wind, making a heart-pounding "ding-ling" sound. The sound continued to echo in the eerie and empty dungeon, and each sound was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts, making the already depressing atmosphere even more creepy and weird.

  "It's the seventh day, the dragon's blood should be full." The hoarse voice of the Jin army sorcerer, like the cry of a night owl, broke the silence of the dungeon. He licked his cracked lips, and even a trace of blood oozed from the cracks, but he was unaware of it. There was a greedy light in his eyes, like two burning ghost fires. His nails were as black as ink, as if eroded by an evil curse. Several poisonous insects were wrapped around his fingertips. Those poisonous insects were fat and kept twisting on his fingertips, making a "sizzling" sound that made people's scalps numb. He slowly approached the bloody wound on Lin Wanqiu's wrist. The skin around the wound was already red, swollen and ulcerated, emitting a faint smell of blood. In order to extract dragon blood, he did not hesitate to hurt himself and had already put the poisonous insects into his body. The poisonous insects shuttled freely in his body and gnawed his internal organs, but he seemed to feel no pain, just to enhance his ability to absorb dragon blood. As the poisonous insects squirmed, Lin Wanqiu's dragon blood slowly flowed along the chain, dripping into the bronze tripod beside it, making a crisp "tick-tick" sound. Inside the tripod, the God-killing Crossbow had taken shape, exuding a chilling aura, as if it was a murder weapon from hell, waiting to drink blood and start a bloody massacre.

  Lin Wanqiu's white hair fell like a waterfall, covering her exhausted face in a messy manner. Since being imprisoned here, she has to endure the severe pain of dragon blood being extracted every day. The pain is like thousands of steel needles piercing her blood vessels at the same time, stirring her body wantonly. There were bursts of piercing pain at the broken part of the dragon horn, as if an invisible hand was constantly tearing her wound, making her feel miserable. However, what made her even more heartbroken than the physical pain was that she could clearly feel that the evil breath of Jiuying was gradually recovering and growing in a dark corner of the city, like a tumor in the dark. She endured the double torture of her body and mind, and raised her head with all her strength. Her originally bright eyes were now bloodshot, but they still flashed a ray of determination: "Do you think you can control Jiuying with my blood? It's just a foolish dream! Jiuying is an ancient fierce beast, how can it be controlled by you greedy people? You are digging your own grave!"

  "Whether you can control it or not is not important. What's important is the power of this God-killing Crossbow." The warlock let out a sinister laugh, which echoed in the closed dungeon, making it even more bizarre. He reached out and picked up an arrow soaked in dragon blood. The arrow was glowing with a strange green light, as if it was endowed with some kind of evil power. He aimed at the wall of the dungeon and exerted a little force with his arm. The moment the arrow left the string, a dazzling green light flashed like lightning, so fast that people could hardly blink. Then, there was a loud "boom", and the wall of the dungeon was pierced through, bricks and stones flew, and a cloud of dust was raised. A soldier who was affected by the arrow had no time to react at all, and he let out a shrill scream. His flesh and blood withered at a speed visible to the naked eye under the erosion of dragon blood, his skin quickly wrinkled, and his muscles sank. In just a few breaths, he turned into a dry corpse and fell to the ground. His death was extremely horrible. This scene frightened all the Jin soldiers present so much that their faces turned pale, their bodies trembled involuntarily, and their eyes were full of fear and panic.

  At the same time, on the ground, Lin Feng had fallen into madness under the control of the evil power of the mirror spirit. His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if his soul had been taken away, leaving only endless darkness. He held tightly in his hand a half-broken fragment of the Qingming Mirror, which flashed with strange light, as if it was echoing with the mirror spirit in his body. He was like a beast that had lost his mind. Wherever he passed, there were corpses everywhere, and blood flowed, gathering into winding rivers of blood, staining his clothes red and soaking the land under his feet. "Lin Wanqiu! Where are you!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, with endless despair and anger in his voice. Every sound seemed to contain the power to destroy the world, as if to tear the sky of this city shrouded in darkness apart. His figure shuttled between the ruins, and wherever he went, people were killed. The once prosperous Bianjing, at this moment, became even more dilapidated under his crazy slaughter, like a purgatory on earth.

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  Just as Lin Feng was about to break into the main camp of the Jin army like a mad beast, a dark shadow appeared out of nowhere like a ghost and blocked his way. The man was a blind Taoist priest, wearing a tattered Taoist robe with patches on patches, but it was washed clean. He held a talisman paper umbrella in his hand, the umbrella surface was slightly yellow, and the talisman paper fluttered gently in the wind, making a "rustling" sound - that was Duan Litang's favorite magic weapon when he was alive. "Young man, don't be controlled by the inner demon again!" The voice of the blind Taoist priest Xuan Zhenzi was low and powerful, like the sound of a huge bell. Although his eyes were empty and without a trace of light, he seemed to be able to see through everything in the world and understand the struggle and pain deep in Lin Feng's heart.

  Seeing this, Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a fierce light. The power of the mirror spirit surged in his body like a surging tide, making him extremely irritable and losing his mind. He waved the fragments in his hand like a sharp blade and rushed towards Xuan Zhenzi, roaring: "Get out of the way! No one can stop me! I want to find Lin Wanqiu, and I will kill anyone who stands in my way!" However, Xuan Zhenzi was not in a hurry, and his expression was calm and composed, like an unshakable rock. He gently turned the talisman paper umbrella in his hand, his movements were gentle but with an indescribable majesty. In an instant, the sky, which was originally clear, was suddenly covered with dark clouds. The dark clouds gathered quickly like surging waves, covering the entire sky tightly. Then, a thunderbolt, like a sword that opened the sky, with the momentum of destroying the world, came down from the clouds and hit Lin Feng accurately. The powerful electric current spread rapidly along his body, making a "crackling" sound. Lin Feng's body was instantly wrapped in the electric current, and his muscles twitched uncontrollably. The mirror spirit felt this powerful force in his body and let out a sharp and piercing scream, as if it was burned by a raging fire, which was temporarily suppressed.

  "Duan Litang came to me in a dream and asked me to help you." Xuan Zhenzi put away his umbrella, his tone softened a little, and a trace of compassion appeared in his eyes, "Do you know why Jiuying can be revived at this time? It's because the greed of the human heart is more terrible than the Netherworld Rift, and it can nourish evil. If you want to save Lin Wanqiu, if you want to save Bianjing, you must first kill the demon in your heart. Otherwise, you will sink into this dark abyss forever and become a puppet of evil."

  After hearing Xuan Zhenzi's words, Lin Feng's body softened, and he knelt on one knee, holding his head tightly with both hands, with a look of pain on his face. The voice of the mirror spirit echoed in his mind like the whisper of a devil, trying to control his will again: "Don't listen to him! Only by killing them all can you find Lin Wanqiu! Only I can help you, kill him, kill everyone!" However, Xuan Zhenzi's words also resounded in his heart like a huge bell, awakening him from the endless darkness: "Look at what you have done! Is this what Lin Wanqiu wanted to see? If she saw you like this now, killing innocent people indiscriminately in order to find her, how sad she would be, have you ever thought about it?" Lin Feng's heart was struggling painfully under the pull of these two voices, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were full of confusion and entanglement.

  While Lin Feng and Jing Ling were fighting fiercely, the God-killing Crossbow in the dungeon had been refined. The Jin army general looked at the crossbow arrow emitting cold light, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen the moment when he would dominate the world. He pointed the crossbow at the sky, raised his arm high, and ordered with a loud and ferocious smile: "Fire! Let Jiuying see the power of us humans! Let it know that even the ancient beasts will be vulnerable in front of our wisdom and power!" With a deafening roar, three dragon blood arrows, like three blue lightning bolts, broke through the sky and flew towards the place where Jiuying's breath was. The speed was so fast that they disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant. At this time, Lin Wanqiu felt the rapid loss of dragon blood in her body, her face became paler, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and a trace of despair appeared in her eyes. She knew that there was not much time left for her and Bianjing.

  Xuan Zhenzi saw Lin Feng gradually regain his consciousness, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes. He walked forward, handed the talisman paper umbrella to Lin Feng, and said solemnly: "Take it, it has the last talisman left by Duan Litang. Remember, the real power does not come from the mirror spirit, but from your inner perseverance. Only by adhering to the justice and kindness in your heart can you defeat evil, save Lin Wanqiu, and save Bianjing." Lin Feng slowly stretched out his hand, took the talisman paper umbrella, and held the umbrella handle tightly, as if holding the last hope.

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