Chapter 124 Calling
Today, the Heavenly Court is no longer afraid of the remnants of the ancient demon tribes in Uttarakuru, but the Jade Emperor is too lazy to deal with them anymore.
These great saints of the demon clan are innate creatures born at the beginning of the world. They are the ancestors of the clan and have some merits.
Heaven didn't kill them in the first place. If they were to kill them now, it would inevitably cost some luck, which is not worth it.
As a result, these ancient demon saints were forgotten in the Type A prison cell.
In addition to them, the rest of the prisoners in the outer layer of the No. A cells are all big demons and monsters who have caused quite a stir in the Three Realms since the establishment of the Three Pure Ones Heavenly Court.
For example, the Fire Ghost King who is imprisoned in cell No. 12.
He was originally a prince of a small country in Xiniu Hezhou. Because his country was destroyed, he burned himself in the sea of fire. His overwhelming resentment turned him into a fierce ghost.
By chance, he obtained a ray of innate fire spirit energy and became an immortal fire ghost king.
Afterwards, he broke into the underworld and brought his dead former subordinates back to the mortal world, turning Xiniu Hezhou upside down.
The Heavenly Court had no way to deal with him.
It was not until the advent of the Great Emperor Zhenwu to slay the demons that it was captured and brought back to heaven. However, there was no way to completely kill it, so it could only be imprisoned in cell A.
People like the Fire Ghost King, because of their background or special opportunities, have become almost immortal.
The Heavenly Court could not kill them or was unwilling to pay too high a price to kill them, so they could only detain the prisoners in Cell A, a total of five of them.
The rest are some hot potatoes that have violated the laws of heaven but have great merits.
The Heavenly Court had to arrest them due to the Heavenly Laws, but it was not convenient for them to be killed due to their merits, so in the end they had to lock them up.
Compared with the ancient demon sage, these two types of prisoners are more troublesome and difficult to deal with.
Once the former are given the opportunity to commit suicide, they are likely to be resurrected with full blood, and even the seal in their bodies may be broken.
Since the latter have great merits, it is very likely that various accidents will happen to them in their favor, allowing them to escape successfully.
After much thought, Li Anran decided to target the six great saints of the demon clan.
"These demon saints are all Golden Immortals. Even if their souls and magic powers are sealed and they have been imprisoned for so many years, there is no guarantee that they don't have some special methods."
"I am only a Golden Immortal now. It is still very risky to use them as bait. It is easy to get burned. If we can get Yang Jian to come over to support us, it will be much safer."
As he browsed through more and more prisoners' lives, Li Anran's eyesight improved rapidly.
He was very sure that Yang Jian had broken through to the realm of Daluo Jinxian and was the undisputed number one god of war in heaven.
If Yang Jian were here, he wouldn't have to worry about those ancient demons causing any trouble!
The more Li Anran thought about it, the more excited he became.
He has known Yang Jian for more than two hundred years and has great trust in Yang Jian's character.
More importantly, Yang Jian already knew that his "magic weapon" was related to the Heavenly Prison and the prisoners, so there was no need to explain too much or worry about the secret leaking out when asking him for help.
The only thing that troubled him was that Yang Jian had secretly helped him do a lot of things over the years, escorting as many rebellious monsters and criminal immortals as possible to the Heavenly Prison.
However, he did not do anything to help Yang Jian.
The more favors you owe, the more you owe them.
Li Anran was really a little embarrassed...
Bullshit!
"With the system, I will be able to achieve enlightenment and become a saint sooner or later. Then I can compensate him tenfold or a hundredfold!"
Li Anran quickly prepared himself mentally and felt much more confident.
The next day, he took the opportunity to report to the Temple of the God of Justice and told Yang Jian about this matter.
Yang Jian agreed without much hesitation.
That night, Yang Jian dismissed his Meishan brothers and the Grass-Headed God, performed a magic spell to become invisible, secretly flew out of the Temple of the God of Justice, and arrived at the Heavenly Prison Palace.
Afterwards, he used a transformation technique to turn himself into an ordinary heavenly soldier. He followed Li Anran into the heaven and walked all the way to cell A.
Compared to two hundred years ago, there has been no change in Cell A.
On the huge stone gate, there are patterns of the sun, moon and stars engraved, and above it hangs a golden magic mirror.
Two tall and burly strong men as strong as mountains were guarding outside the door.
As soon as they saw Li Anran coming, the two strong men stood up unsteadily, stepped forward and saluted, saying, "Greetings, Lord Prison Warden."
Li Anran nodded slightly, walked to the magic mirror, verified his identity, and ordered: "Open the door."
The two Sky-Lifting Warriors did not move, but shook their heads, looked at Yang Jian on the side, and said, "He hasn't used the magic mirror to check him yet!"
The Sky-Bearing Hercules is not a mortal cultivator who has ascended to heaven, but an ancient beast called the Mountain-Moving Beast that was subdued by the Heavenly Court.
This group of people have great strength, they can move mountains and even throw stars, but their intelligence is generally not very high, their personalities are honest and straightforward and they don't know how to adapt, so they are mostly used by the Heavenly Court to guard the gates.
What a stubborn mind!
Li Anran frowned and was about to scold them to leave, but Yang Jian took the initiative to step forward.
Buzz!
A golden light shone on Yang Jian, but nothing unusual happened.
Um?
Li Anran was a little surprised.
He had tried this magic mirror before, and it was able to see through his transformation techniques. Why did it fail on Yang Jian?
Yang Jian raised his head slightly, revealing his face under the silver helmet. He had restored his original appearance and explained in a voice transmission: "The magic mirror can see through tricks and transformations, but it can only see through tricks and transformations. As long as I don't use tricks and transformations, it will be useless."
It is still possible...
Li Anran showed a look of realization.
But I thought of the six-eared macaque on the way to the West!
It’s not that the magic mirror failed to reveal its true face, but that its true face was exactly the same as the monkey’s!
This makes it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake!
It's as if the magic mirror has stopped working.
After confirming their identities, the two strong men did not hesitate any longer. They immediately stepped forward to lift up the stone door and carried it up little by little.
Boom boom boom——
The stone door was extremely heavy and the roar was so loud that the ground seemed to be shaking slightly.
After Li Anran and Yang Jian walked in.
The two strong men immediately lowered the stone door again, strictly followed the rules of heaven, guarded the door, and did not enter cell A even a step.
Buzz!
A golden pattern appeared on Yang Jian's forehead, turning into a heavenly eye. He looked around, nodded to Li Anran and said, "No problem, let's get started."
"Okay." Li Anran said.
Afterwards, Yang Jian transformed into a monster with a horse's body, a human face, tiger patterns and bird wings.
It was none other than Ying Zhao, the great saint of the demon clan who had managed to survive in the ancient times!
Yang Jian nodded towards Li Anran, walked towards the third cell on the left, took out the prison god's order, and offered it out.
A golden light shone down, and a stone door appeared on the wall and slowly opened.
Yang Jian strode over and with a glance, he saw the Great Sage of the Demon Clan who was tied up with layers of iron chains.
It is tens of meters tall, with black fur and an extremely ugly appearance. It looks like a buffalo, has huge horns, legs covered with long brown hair, and has a pair of wings behind it.
The great sage of the ancient demon clan is angry!
It is a variant of Qiongqi, feeds on gold and stone, and has a brutal and ferocious temperament!
Even in the ancient demon court, Chitie has few friends!
Yingzhao is one of the few!
Chitie was also the only one among the ancient demon saints who, after leaving Uttarakuru, rushed directly to the Heavenly Palace and asked the Jade Emperor to give up his throne!
Li Anran and Yang Jian chose it as the first object to try out.
Firstly, it has no brains and acts impulsively and recklessly.
Secondly, all of its abilities are in its physical body. It has no magic weapon, let alone any special and difficult means!
After Yang Jian entered, he was stunned for a moment before he shouted in surprise and joy: "Brother Chitie?! Is it really you?"
Chitie had already been startled by the noise of the stone door opening.
The two eyes, as big as copper bells, looked like two lanterns about to go out in the darkness, emitting two dim golden lights.
Perhaps he was imprisoned for too long, or perhaps he was tortured too harshly, causing damage to his soul.
Chitie stared at Yang Jian blankly for a long while, his eyes unfocused. Then, as if waking from a dream, he shouted in a hoarse and unbelievable voice: "You, you are Ying Zhao?! Brother Ying Zhao!"
Chitie subconsciously wanted to get closer to Yang Jian.
But when he moved, the chains wrapped around his body rattled, and the runes carved on them glowed with golden light, instantly becoming activated.
"ah!!!"
Chitie's body trembled continuously, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream, then collapsed to the ground.
This chain seemed to be locked on his body, but in fact it pierced through his internal organs, soul and spirit. If there was any slight movement, he would feel the pain of his internal organs being shattered and his soul being torn apart.
The great sage of the ancient demon clan is powerful in his cultivation. He is not necessarily better than ordinary monsters in enduring pain!
Not to mention, this pain is even worse than losing one's soul!
"Brother Chitie!" Yang Jian shouted anxiously.
He summoned the Prison God's Order, and golden light flashed. The runes flowing on the iron chain gradually calmed down and returned to their original appearance.
Chitie finally calmed down, but his whole body was tense and he dared not move at all.
Chitie asked: "Brother Yingzhao, the sign in your hand..."
"I stole this from the god who guards the prison in Haotian Heavenly Palace."
Yang Jian had already discussed the words with Li Anran, and said: "Brother Chitie, the demon master is attacking the Lingxiao Palace. I have been ordered to come here to release the prisoners in the prison and let them join us in the rebellion! I didn't expect... I didn't expect you to be here too!"
Yang Jian looked regretful and self-blaming: "If we had known you were here earlier, we wouldn't have waited until now and would have found a way to rescue you long ago!"
"Has that Kunpeng...the demon master already reached the Lingxiao Palace?" Chitie felt as if he was in a dream.
"Yes. Brother Chitie, I will untie the chain for you first."
Yang Jian activated the token again, a golden light fell, and the chain connecting the barbed iron and the huge iron ring on the floor of the cell disappeared.
Yang Jian was always cautious in his actions and deliberately kept some tricks back. He only untied the chains on Chitie's hands and feet, and did not touch anything else on his body.
Especially the chains that sealed his spirit, energy and vitality within his internal organs and dantian.
"Brother Chitie, let's get out quickly!" Yang Jian urged.
Chitie moved his body carefully to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, then he mustered up the courage to move a few times.
Fist-sized tears kept falling from the corners of my eyes.
"I can finally get out! I can finally get out!"
Chitie's mumbling became louder and louder, and he became insane, roaring, "Haotian, you little bastard! Just wait for me, I will return the pain I endured to you tenfold or a hundredfold!"
Yang Jian saw this and thought to himself, "Luckily Li Anran arranged a soundproof formation outside in advance, otherwise the noise would have alarmed the people outside!"
Yang Jian was worried that the night would be long and he urged, "Brother Chitie, Lord Kunpeng is still attacking the Lingxiao Palace. The situation is urgent. Let's get out quickly!"
"Okay, okay!" Chitie nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. He followed Yang Jian closely and walked out of the cell.
Bang!
Just as he stepped out of the prison door, a sharp pain came from the top of his head.
"Ah!" Chitie screamed miserably, and felt his eyes go dark, as if countless golden stars were flashing, and his head was a mess, and he couldn't react at all what was happening.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of muffled sounds echoed in the cell. Chitie finally couldn't hold on any longer, fell to the ground and fainted.
"His skin is really rough and his flesh is really hard!" Li Anran was a little surprised.
He didn't want to leave too many traces, so he didn't use the tip of the gun, but instead used the body of the gun to hit the top of the iron's head.
But I didn't expect that this guy had been locked up in this prison for tens of thousands of years, with his magic power and soul sealed, but he could still be so resilient!
He hit it seven times with the club before he finally knocked it to the ground.
Li Anran threw the iron back into the cell, and activated the token to lock it again with the iron chain.
Yang Jian watched quietly from the side, somewhat curiously: "Is this all that is needed?"
"Well, it's OK! Thank you, Second Master!"
Li Anran nodded repeatedly, the ecstasy in his heart almost uncontrollably.
In his field of vision, on the invisible book of punishment next to him.
The iron-clad information has already emerged.
[Criminal: The Great Saint Chitie of the Ancient Demon Clan]
[Sin value: four stars]
[Cultivation: Daluo Jinxian Level 2]
[Status: In custody]
[Capture participation: 30%]
[Benefits: 1.44 billion experience points/day]
1.44 billion points!!!
Li Anran's heart was trembling as he looked at the exaggerated data.
If he hadn't developed good qi-cultivation skills over the years, he would probably have burst into laughter at this moment!
The two continued to walk inside.
The same operation was repeated five more times.
The whole process went extremely smoothly.
These great saints of the demon clan have the strength of Daluo Jinxian, but after being imprisoned for so many years, their spirit, mentality, vigilance and even IQ have degenerated to the extreme.
More importantly, they felt that they were already in a desperate situation and never expected that someone would do such a thing to them!
There is no reason and no need!
In just half a day, Li Anran registered all seven ancient demon saints in the Book of Punishment.
The seven great saints of the demon tribe can provide him with 9.3 billion experience points every day!
Moreover, these ancient demon saints have been imprisoned here for countless years, and no one cares about them or lets them out!
These six leeks are much more reliable than those of the Green Bull Demon!
"Second Master, thank you so much!" Li Anran could hardly suppress the smile on his face, and kept thanking Yang Jian.
As he was speaking, he suddenly noticed that Yang Jian was looking into the depths of the sky prison, motionless.
Li Anran asked: "Second Master? Second Master? What's wrong with you?"
Yang Jian came back to his senses and said in a deep voice: "I feel like something is calling me over there."
