Lu Zhanbo waved his hand, fifteen Yin soldiers with mid-Mahayana strength escorted the three to the location of the cell of the Third Hall.

At this moment in the sky, Hades, the king of Hades, looked at the dozens of people away, and said to the air.

"I thought you would plead with me and let the young man go."

"On the contrary, the poor monk wanted to temper the habits of that fellow villager. I could see that he was a bit complacent."

"Oh?"

Hades was a little surprised, "This is not your style."

"Buddha said: Fate is made by oneself, phase is born from heart, everything in the world is transformed into form, the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, and everything does not change."

A lot of Buddhist teachings made Hades a little impatient.

"The poor monk can see that there is a lot of karma in him, and many people have died because of him. As a fellow, the poor monk does not want him to go astray."

"So this is the fundamental reason why you gave him the Six-Word Mantra Secret Art?"

Hades said that, making the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva feel a little at a loss.

"Yes!"

The Ksitigarbha made a Buddhist ceremony and wanted to leave, but stopped again.

"Does Hades intend to imprison him until the army of ghosts comes?"

Hades shrugged and said.

"If he has the ability, he can escape by himself. As long as he can come out on his own, I won't hold him accountable, and neither will King Pinkou."

Hades's implication is that the king of Tibet should not secretly make a move.

After all, when he reached his level of strength, he wanted to make a secret move, even if it was the home court of Pluto, he might not be able to detect it.

"That's great!"

Before the Ksitigarbha King left, he showed a weird smile, and then left before he left, making Hades puzzled.

At this time, within the sphere of influence of King Three Temples, a huge prison stood on the ground.

The prison has three floors, but the third floor of the prison is one above the ground, and the remaining two floors are underground.

Lu Zhanbo led a dozen people to the outermost periphery of the prison.

There are many Yin soldiers guarding the outermost periphery, each of which is powerful, the weakest has the late stage of the catastrophe, and the strongest has reached the terrible late Mahayana stage, which is stronger than Lu Zhanbo.

However, such a powerful Yin soldier is the captain of the prison, and all Yin soldiers in the entire prison are under his jurisdiction, even if Lu Zhanbo is the director of the prison, he has no right to transfer.

"Warden!"

Captain Yin Bing arched his hands.

This person's name is Ji Lixuan, and he is the captain of the Yin soldiers recruited by King Pingkou of Sandian more than 30,000 years ago.

"Captain Ji, you have work!"

Lu Zhanbo waved his hand, and fifteen Yin soldiers from the mid-Mahayana escorted the three of Yang Fan up.

"It's okay, where are these three people on the floor?"

As the prison superintendent, Lu Zhanbo has the right to decide the level of detention for those who have committed minor crimes.

"Third floor! These three people are locked up in adjacent cells."

Lu Zhanbo thought for a while, and looked at the three of them with joking.

"Yes!"

Ji Lixuan waved his hand, and the three early Mahayana Yin soldiers beside him stepped forward to take the three from the fifteen Yin soldiers, and then walked into the prison.

The two groups of Yin soldiers belonged to different groups, and naturally they could not enter the prison.

"Farewell!"

The warden Lu Zhanbo clasped his fists, and then led 15 Yin soldiers away.

At this time, on the third floor of the prison, Yang Fan and the three were taken to a very dark place. The surrounding space is not large, with cells on both sides and aisles in the middle.

A cell is not big, only a few dozen square meters, and there is only one person in each cell, no more, no less.

The three Yin Soldiers of the middle Mahayana came to the three cells, pinched a complex set of magic tricks, and finally took out the tokens from their waists and placed them at the formation eye on the door of the cell.

Yang Fan glanced briefly, and was surprised to find that there was a formation outside the cell in front of him. The formation level was not high, only level four, and ordinary people couldn't break it. Therefore, it is impossible for a prisoner who has been imprisoned to come out with brute force.

In addition, this formation also has the effect of stripping away the aura, making it impossible for prisoners who have been imprisoned to use the aura to practice.

Squeak!

The cell was opened, and the three Yang Fans were retreated and entered. The three Yin soldiers pinched a handprint, and the formation in the cell was activated.

The style of the cell is similar to that made of ancient wood. A dozen pieces of wood stand here, the distance between the two pieces is only ten centimeters, and there is only a fist-thick wood space between the two cells.

The layout of the cell is very simple, with only one bed, the floor is very clean, and there is no toilet.

After all, Gui Xiu doesn't have a physical body, he doesn't need to be convenient, and he doesn't need to eat. When the foundation is built, he has already entered bigu.

"What are you looking at?"

It was Dong Genji who spoke, and he was between the cells of Yang Fan and Yu Binhong.

Seeing that Yang Fan looked with malicious eyes, he suddenly became furious and shouted in a deep voice.

"Hehe, you will feel better in the future."

Yang Fan laughed, not irritated.

"Hmph, you get in here, it's hard to get out, do you mean to go out to me? Did you hit me?"

The landlord who thinks of him dignified Tai Sui Building is now a prisoner under the order, and he will definitely be a joke when he spreads it out.

But he is not worried, because someone will pay him to bail soon.

Yang Fan shook his head and looked to the left. There was an old man in the cell next door. The old man was draped in hair, dressed in gray, with his head lowered, motionless, and his body dirty, as if he was dead.

Even the three of Yang Fan didn't look up when they were locked in.

"Old man?"

Yang Fan yelled, but the old man still didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Yang Fan had no choice but to give up, and focused his eyes on the four-level formation on the cell.

The fourth-level formation is not too difficult for Yang Fan, mainly because his own strength is almost imprisoned now, and the remaining strength is also difficult to crack.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, planning to practice Nine Heavens Soul Refining Jue.

He meditated on the Fa Jue in his heart, but after a long time, he still didn't enter the cultivation state.

Just as Yang Fan resumed his practice, the motionless old man in the cell next door suddenly spoke.

"Young man, give up. Here, you can't practice any exercises, including exercises for the soul."

Yang Fan looked at it, and saw that the old man had already sat up, his long hair was loose, and Yang Fan could even smell a sour smell.

"Why?"

Yang Fan couldn't see through the strength of the old man, obviously above his full strength.

"Hey, haven't you discovered it yet? Your spirit is also imprisoned, not even a tenth. But your spirit is quite powerful, and there is still a primordial infant stage after being imprisoned, which is not bad."

The old man's words made Yang Fan react, only to realize that his soul had been imprisoned to the Nascent Soul Stage.

"Senior is familiar with this place?"

Yang Fan arched his hands.

The old man waved his hand, lay down again, leaned Erlang's legs on the bed, buckled his nostrils with his fingers, and was relaxing.