The sky was filled with dust, and the golden sand mixed in it was like a sharp blade and passed through every disciple present.

Zhu Qianqing quickly performed a basic body protection technique, and golden light flashed, quickly covering her whole body.

She was already at the third level of Concentration. Although her cultivation level was not high within the sect, the Zhu family was considered a wealthy family with constant resources. Therefore, even if she was at the third level of Concentration, her foundation was at the same level.

He is also considered a leader.

The highest spiritual pressure in Jinsha Prison is around the second level of Concentration, so it is very easy for Zhu Qianqing to break through this first prison.

He replenished his body protection skills along the way and moved forward quickly.

Just when she was about to touch the entrance to the second prison, the sand in front of her suddenly collapsed, and a giant hand made of golden sand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the one in front of her, one step faster than her.

's disciple.

Before the disciple had time to scream, he was dragged into the sand by giant hands.

Zhu Qianqing paused hastily. As soon as she was distracted, the sand blade took advantage of her, and her beautiful cheeks instantly left a few blood stains.

He used the body protection technique again and frowned slightly.

The spiritual pressure released by that giant hand just now has already reached the intensity of the second level of concentration, so even if she is caught by that giant hand, it will be difficult to break free if she is not careful.

The spiritual power in his body was released again. He turned his hand over and a spiritual talisman appeared in his hand. In an instant, the spiritual talisman turned into a curtain of water, wrapping Zhu Qianqing's body like a thin layer of sand.

Make all defense preparations, move your steps, and rush straight to the entrance of the second prison like lightning.

But as soon as he stepped out, the giant hand emerged from the ground again.

Fortunately, Zhu Qianqing blessed the spiritual power in his body, and his speed was twice as fast as before.

The giant hand grasped nothing, but the spiritual pressure released shattered the spiritual talisman shield on Zhu Qianqing's body.

The giant hand failed to strike, and scattered in the air, turning into a piece of golden sand and sweeping into countless sand blades, and once again rushed towards the other disciples behind.

At this time, Zhu Qianqing had already entered the stone gate of the second prison. Fortunately, she had just made complete preparations. Otherwise, even if she had successfully passed the level, she would still be covered in scars.

I patted my chest and took a few deep breaths to stabilize my mind.

Looking back at the disciples who were still working hard, he no longer hesitated, turned around and stepped onto the stone stairs, heading straight to the second prison.

At the same time, on the tombstone at the stone gate of Jinsha Prison, Shen Wan was considering whether to change the place.

After all, when he first came in, he just looked around briefly.

But when he stood on the relatively high tombstone, he realized that there were tens of thousands of people in this empty hall, and it was densely packed and dark.

"Let me go, why are there so many people here?"

Looking at those disciples, some of their clothes were already torn to pieces, some were crawling on the ground holding on for dear life, and most of them were still moving forward with difficulty.

A disciple kept flying his hands in front of his chest with graceful movements, but his body kept being cut by something.

A disciple roared into the sky, but his figure surged several times, and he rushed forward desperately with huge steps.

An object like an iron pot appeared inexplicably in the hand of a disciple. The object flew to the top of his head and spun rapidly.

Some disciples were pressed to the ground by something unknown, and then disappeared in a flash.

…

Seeing the inexplicable movements of these people and the inexplicable changes that could be seen, Shen Wan fell into deep thought.

I seem to be different from these people.

Why is it different?

Vaguely, Shen Wan once again remembered what the dark figure in the dream had said to him.

"From now on, anything with spiritual power in the world will be ordinary to you, and it will all be air. You are the only person in the universe who has no spirit!"

"Those without spirit realm..."

If this is the case, then those people who are desperately making defensive movements are seeing pictures that they cannot see?

Are they unable to feel the attacks and injuries they suffered?

Just because...it was transformed by spiritual power?

So the old man on the island can fly with a sword, but his sword can't hurt him at all?

How many meters can Lin Xiandi jump but cannot touch the egg pearl that he can dig out at will?

I owe Xuanzong the restriction on the sect, but I can enter and exit freely without any damage...

A series of questions suddenly filled Shen Wan's mind. These questions were intertwined like a knot. Although it was very messy, he still grasped the key line.

"Because I am... a person in the spiritless realm?"

"I see!"

Shen Wan suddenly raised his head as if waking up from a dream. Only then did he finally understand what the black shadow in the dream meant.

"Is this a person in the spiritless realm?"

He murmured again in a low voice, if it was true as he thought, then what's the use of those fairy-like old men, no matter how high their cultivation level is? Isn't he just punching one?

It's like being a magic-immune warrior thrust into a world full of mages. Don't be too excited, okay?

Thinking of this, Shen Wan's body trembled and he burst into laughter.

Looking at the people in the venue again, what kind of immortals are these? They are all crispy.

He is truly a breath of fresh air in this world of immortality.

"Demacia! Take over the world with one kill!"

Shen Wanyi pointed his finger to the sky and laughed loudly.

…

In this situation, if you could see the black shadow in the dream, you would definitely cover your face with your hands and say in annoyance:

"Damn, I chose the wrong person!".

But Shen Wanke didn't care about that, he felt extremely happy at this moment.

Jump off the tombstone, put your hands behind your back and hold your head high.

Looking at the disciples again, his jaw almost reached the sky.

Now that I have understood my current situation, I would be sorry for such a good script if I don't pretend to be cool if I don't hide.

Thinking of this, Shen Wan took a big step and walked directly to the stone gate opposite as if he were strolling in a courtyard.

With his coquettish appearance at this time, all the disciples passing by opened their mouths in surprise. Even those with a fifth level of concentration and above cannot achieve this level, right?

"Who is that person? How can it be so easy?"

"Golden pattern and blue clothes, that's the direct disciple. Damn it, are the direct disciples really that strong?"

"Look at the logo on his chest, he belongs to Shufa Pavilion. When did the Great Elder accept a disciple again?"

"Shufa Pavilion?"

A disciple of the Shufa Pavilion looked at it curiously. It was indeed the clothes of a direct disciple of the Shufa Pavilion, but this person... why hadn't he seen it before?

"..."

Along the way, Shen Wan's eyes were filled with all kinds of looks, whether they were envious, adoring, jealous, or curious.

No matter what, he waved his hands and interacted with others.

His arrogant look made the other disciples really want to punch him if they didn't see him as his direct disciple.

Soon, Shen Wan walked through the crowd and arrived at the stone gate leading to the second prison.

He turned around and made a cheering gesture to everyone, then turned around, still leaving behind what he thought was a mysterious figure, and stepped onto the stone stairs leading to the second prison.

All the disciples behind him spat out a mouthful of old blood.

The Second Prison of the Ten Prison Tower.

Shen Wan once again gasped and stepped into the new stone door.

"Oh my god, if someone like me, a pure person from the fairy world, died from exhaustion climbing the stairs, that would be really fucking bad."

After taking a breath for a while, I took a look at the appearance of this floor. Sure enough, it was exactly the same as the previous two floors.

Shen Wan continued to rant as if he were scolding, and then looked at the stone gate with a familiar face.

A tombstone identical to the one on the previous floor stands in the middle, with three large characters clearly engraved on it...

"Well……"

After confirming for a long time, Shen Wan finally understood these three words.

【Prison of Thorns】

He slapped his mouth, he really didn't want to complain anymore.

After glancing at the disciples in the field, it seemed that there were fewer disciples than on the previous floor.

After climbing up more than ten floors of stone stairs, Shen Wan was still a little tired, so he planned to find a place to rest first.
To be continued...