In the quiet prison, a brief battle broke out, but it was over soon.
As soon as they met each other, the strong man was beheaded.
After getting rid of the guards, Tang Zhen wasted no time and began to skillfully dispose of the corpses.
After Tang Zhen's processing, the corresponding muscles and bones are retained, and more complex things can be done.
If Tang Zhen hadn't taken the initiative to reveal it, no one would have discovered that it was a set of paintings.
The skin bag was quickly processed and put on Tang Zhen's body, just like wearing everyday clothes.
Take out the potion next to it and apply it on the exposed skin to quickly tighten the loose skin.
Even if a monk sees it, he will never find anything unusual.
Not only is there no flaw in appearance, but even the breathing, heartbeat and blood flow are the same as that of this race.
As a top monk, Tang Zhen naturally knew how to disguise himself so that city residents would never notice anything unusual.
After tidying up, Tang Zhen pushed the door open and walked out.
Because the speed of action is getting faster and faster, Fang Hao has enough time to do other things before the enemy comes in.
Just like before, Tang Zhen pushed open the cell railing and went to get the items ignoring the prisoners' gaze.
The walls of this cell were almost hollowed out by Tang Zhen, and a large amount of items were stored there.
Opening one of the bricks, Tang Zhen took out something, then turned around and left.
"What's this……?"
Suddenly there was a voice, dry and numb.
In this quiet space, a sound suddenly sounded, which was indeed a very scary thing.
Especially Tang Zhen, who is currently doing something secret, it is best not to let outsiders know.
Although the fragmented world can be reset, these things of Tang Zhen are an exception. Once they suffer losses, they must work hard to prepare again.
Not only does it waste a lot of time, it may also lead to accidents.
Tang Zhen's expression remained unchanged, he looked back following the sound and saw the prisoner staring at him.
He entered this cell many times and met this guy every time, but there was no communication between them.
It can be determined through observation records that after a certain period of time, the prisoners in the cell will disappear.
Apparently, his soul was drained dry and completely absorbed by the fragmented world.
The cell will be temporarily vacant, and then one day, a new figure will appear.
The soldiers didn't care about this situation.
The ancient creatures must have their own methods to continuously capture food, and then send it to the fragmented world to be slowly digested.
According to this idea, the fragmented world is the stomach bag of ancient creatures, and the prisoners are the food that is slowly digested.
There is no need to rush, because no one can defeat the ancient creatures in a competition of time and patience.
The prisoner suddenly spoke, which made Tang Zhen realize that other prisoners might also be able to think.
Everything Tang Zhen did could also be seen by them.
However, in order to protect themselves and be able to persist longer, they all chose to remain silent.
Peeping silently in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to escape.
Except for the Loucheng monk, who had communicated with Tang Zhen, the other prisoners never responded at all.
This made Tang Zhen unsure whether the reality was as he thought. Many people were secretly watching his performance.
Although there was an accident, I found that Tang Zhen had a calm face.
In a fragmented world, anything can happen, so there is no need to be too surprised.
Even if what he did before was noticed by others, it would not affect Tang Zhen's plan.
Faced with the prisoner's question, Tang Zhen gave a straightforward answer.
"A kind of bomb with considerable power."
After Tang Zhen finished speaking, he was ready to leave.
"Give me this thing, maybe it will be of some use..."
The prisoner continued to speak and asked for it directly.
"for you?"
Tang Zhen chuckled and actually took the initiative to help, hiding the bomb on the prisoner's waist.
"As long as you pull the rope, it will explode after five breaths, with a killing range of thirty meters."
Tang Zhen gave a brief introduction, took another copy, hid it on his body and walked out of the cell.
His time is limited, otherwise he would really like to have a chat with the other party, and maybe there will be unexpected gains.
Soon the cell door was opened, and the aggressive soldiers rushed in and drove the prisoners to the altar.
Tang Zhen leaned against the door, looking at the prisoner with the bomb, and followed the team with a blank expression.
Even after seeing Tang Zhen, the other party didn't react at all, as if there was no communication between the two parties at all.
But Tang Zhen knew that this prisoner was different from others.
Just like what happened in the past, the prisoners were driven to the altar, waiting to have their heads chopped off to please the gods.
The residents around the square fell to the ground one after another, repeating the scene of death from poison.
They screamed and howled, but they didn't know that they had been poisoned many times in the past reincarnations.
It's just that nothing is as important as the sacrifice. Even though the square below is in chaos, everything is going on as usual.
However, there are some prisoners whose eyes have become a little wandering and are no longer as numb as before.
They could tell that this large-scale poisoning was definitely done deliberately.
It was just sporadic at first, but now it's becoming more and more numerous. This situation is obviously very abnormal.
Apparently someone was operating secretly, causing a terrible poisoning incident, and using the rules of reincarnation to make it more serious.
The reincarnation of this fragmented world will not change at all if it is not disturbed.
Now someone deliberately operated, which led to the accident.
As long as there is a slight possibility, the monks will not sit back and wait for death, and now may be a good opportunity.
More and more prisoners are preparing secretly, trying to use this opportunity to escape.
However, there are still many prisoners who still maintain a numb posture and seem indifferent to the changes around them.
In their memories, scenes more serious than this have appeared before, representing better opportunities, but ultimately ended in failure.
It is never as easy as imagined to escape from the fragmented world, otherwise there would not be so many monks giving up in despair.
Just as the residents in the square were in chaos and the soldiers responsible for the sacrifices continued to fall, another strange change suddenly occurred.
A prisoner broke free from his bonds and rushed up the high stairs to the top of the tower.
The prisoners can all guess that the vortex at the top of the tower is probably the key to escaping from the fragmented world.
However, it is quite difficult to get close to the tower and destroy the vortex.
If you want to fight against the monks and gods with the power of mortals, it is simply difficult to reach the sky.
Mortals cannot understand this kind of hardship, but these prisoners know it very well, because they are what mortals call gods.
But in the blink of an eye, the prisoner had already rushed onto the circular base platform and rushed to the bottom entrance of the tower.
The real difficulty has already appeared before the prisoners.
Just at the lower entrance of this high tower, a group of heavily armed monks are responsible for guarding it. In the entire city, only red-robed priests are qualified to enter.
This is a holy place in the city, and outsiders must not be allowed to approach easily to avoid blaspheming the great gods.
Seeing the charging prisoner, the monks immediately raised their weapons and tried to kill the daring sacrifice.
No one is allowed to approach the tower, neither the sacrificial prisoners nor the residents of the city.
The short hair shot out like lightning, but it did not kill the prisoner, but was easily dodged by the opponent.
Although the prisoner's strength is gone, his experience is still there, and it is not surprising to avoid the attacks of low-level monks.
Little did he know that such behavior angered the monks and made them feel shameless.
"Go to hell!"
Along with the roars of the monks, attacks were launched one after another, one after another being thrown out.
The prisoner was shot in the chest with a short spear, but he continued to charge forward with a grin, and at the same time detonated the bomb hidden in his waist.