"Nanyue's older cousin looks really strange." The tree demon waved its branches, spitting out a string of words like water: "Not at all like Nanyue, full of nonsense, obviously not an honest demon. How could Nanyue have such an older cousin? It's really strange..."

  A cold hum echoed through the fluttering flower clusters: "Shut up!"

  "Don't you think it's strange?" The tree demon was somewhat puzzled: "Such a strange thing, don't you feel strange? You're so strange..."

  The angry red face suddenly shouted: "Shut up!"

  The tree demon's words came to an abrupt halt, and he honestly shut his mouth. The teacher's words, he didn't dare not listen to. After a moment of silence, he really couldn't bear it anymore, and softly asked: "Teacher, don't you think it's strange..."

  The crowd was almost fainting.

  Chi also cried and laughed, the tree demon was a friend of his, after having the opportunity, he would always bring it with him. Who knew this guy was a chatterbox, with an especially strong curiosity, once attracted to something, he would definitely pester endlessly.

  "Right ahead is the prison battlefield!" Akahito suddenly changed the subject, pointing forward in an attempt to shift this guy's attention.

  As expected, the Tree Ogre's attention shifted to the Prison Battlefield: "This is indeed the Prison Battlefield!"

  Other demons didn't have much of a feeling, among them several demons had already rushed through the prison battlefield. Generally speaking, after entering Mo Shui Ming Kong, most would rush to the prison battlefield. Even if they were not strong enough, rushing to the prison battlefield, except for possibly getting slightly injured, it was impossible to lose their lives, and with good luck, not even a single hair would be hurt.

  Brave little demons, all like to venture into the prison battlefield. The demon art of the prison battlefield is more powerful than that of other places, and it is more suitable for actual combat. Moreover, if you want to enter the next prison, you must also go through the prison battlefield.

  "Go, let's go in." Chi Jian saw that the Tree Demon was attracted to the battlefield, took a breath of relief, and quickly led the crowd of demons inside.

  As soon as I stepped into the prison battlefield, the surrounding scene changed immediately. The tree demon swung its branches and said with emotion: "What a strange place..."

  However, at this time, no one paid attention to him. Other monsters had experienced the battlefield of prison riots before, and their nerves immediately tensed up.

  The red teacher was beside them, only responsible for explaining and directing. Of course, in their critical moment, they would also take action to block it. However, they all pointed out that they could be taken in by the red teacher as students, so they didn't dare to slack off, and they all cheered up and started responding.

  Due to their large numbers, the pressure is much less, so they look quite at ease.

  "Disperse, all of you." Chi Chen said in a low voice.

  The demons dispersed immediately, each falling into their own battles. The Prison Battlefield was a place for actual combat training, and cheating here would bring no benefits whatsoever.

  One after another, all monsters are on high alert and respond with great care.

  "The Fire Dragon is a commonly used fire spell, with considerable power, and has been suitable for you to use for a long time. The most important thing about this type of fire spell is its structure. Different structures will form different fire dragons. For example, this fire dragon is composed of six different small spells, hmm, not a bad combination."

  He casually blocked a fire dragon with one hand and evaluated it calmly point by point.

  "You need to be very familiar with minor magic, and in this regard, Nanyue has done a great job. You should learn from her."

  The other monsters heard this and worked even harder, apparently inspired by Chi's praise of Nan Yue.

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  "Don't go imitating those witchcrafts."

  Zuo Mo's words shocked Nan Yue, and she couldn't help but ask: "Why? Are these demonic arts not good?"

  On the left, three rays of light flew out from Mo's hand, like three sharp sword lights, and entered a ball of thunderclouds that looked like a small mountain. In the blink of an eye, the mighty thunderclouds were like burst bubbles, disappearing into nothingness, causing Nan Xue's eyes to almost pop out.

  "The magical arts are infinite and countless, with even the most basic spells having over 500 variations. This is unmatched in any other cultivation method. As for how many magical arts exist now... no one knows, but Mo Shui Ming Kong alone has at least 10,000 kinds. If you simply imitate others, you'll always be led by the nose and exhausted from chasing after them. It's simple - you can't learn them all!"

  Nan Yue listened very carefully for the first time to such a bold argument, fearing that she would miss even a single word.

  "We don't imitate them, we crack them." Zuo Mo's tone was calm and his expression serene. With a flick of his finger, the incoming demonic technique dissipated into nothingness, as if it were a commentary on his point of view.

  "The magical arts are infinite and unpredictable, but within them lies a hidden logic. What we seek is to uncover this logic, for once you grasp it, you can create your own unique magic. But how do you master the underlying rules that lie beneath the dazzling array of magical transformations?"

  "Got it!" Nan Yue almost blurted out.

  "That's right, there's a saying that goes like this? The people who understand you the most are always your enemies, not your friends. This saying also applies to witchcraft, hmm, we should first become the enemy of witchcraft."

  "Nan Yue understood!" Nan Yue only felt enlightened, her pretty face shining with a dazzling aura, and at no moment did she feel as deeply and clearly as she did now that she had grasped the pulse of her fate!

  Nan Yue's eyes were filled with deep admiration and reverence, making Zuo Mo feel like he was soaking in a warm spring, feeling an indescribable comfort. In the sea of knowledge, Pu Yao couldn't help but mock: "You're really good at learning and selling, aren't you?"

  However, he underestimated the thickness of Zuo Mo's face. The latter smiled complacently and said, "Exactly, I think so too."

  Pu Yao only then remembered the little Mo Ge in front of him, but he was a slippery character who wouldn't take advice, and talking to him about facial skin was far less effective than discussing crystal stones.

  A refreshing and comfortable mood allowed Zuo Mo to display his skills as if he had divine assistance, his hands flying about like clouds flowing with water. No matter how ferocious the demonic arts were, they couldn't penetrate within a thirty-zhang radius around him.

  Just as the game was getting exciting, suddenly, there was an eerie silence around, and all the magic seemed to have vanished into thin air.

  Quiet, as quiet as death, all rivers and waterways are still.

  The hairs on his left arm all stood up.

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  The arena suddenly came to a halt, leaving all of Chi's students bewildered and exchanging confused glances.

  Chi Xiao let out a low cry, his eyes snapping open, his gaze piercing: "The Battle of the Broken Prison? You're in luck today!"

  "Prison Break!" All the students exclaimed in unison. The term "prison break", as long as it has entered the Ten Finger Prison, many demons have heard of it. But most are limited to hearsay, and more like a legend.

  Prison Break War refers to when the prison battlefield senses an enemy that can threaten it, it will mobilize the entire prison battlefield's power to deal with the enemy.

  The war of breaking prisons, breaking and then standing.

  If the demon who started the war of Broken Prison can win this brutal battle, Mosui Mingkong will be rebuilt.

  The demon who was proficient in water magic completed the first prison's breakout war 300 years ago and re-evolved into its current form.

  Being able to break the prison has a certain relationship with strength, but it's not an absolute one. Otherwise, in the past three hundred years, so many powerful demons have crossed Mo Shui Ming Kong without triggering the Prison Break War.

  Until today, someone has triggered the Prison Break War!

  Cries of amazement echoed through the prison battlefield as they all suddenly realized what the strange phenomenon before their eyes meant.

  The Prison Break War was triggered and spread at an astonishing speed. All the demons in Moshui Mingkong were alarmed, and they rushed to the battlefield like a tide.

  At the same time, in the second prison adjacent to the first one, many demons suddenly lifted their heads, with shocked expressions, and then, countless figures rushed towards the prison gate at an astonishing speed!

  Prison Break!

  A prison break war that has not appeared in 300 years!

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  "Adult......" Nan Yue's voice was trembling with a hint of fear, she looked around at the silent and deadly battlefield.

  "You must remember that no matter when, you can't lose your calm. The more chaotic the situation is on the battlefield, the faster you'll die."

  The adult's words made Nan Xue's face flush with shame: "Yes!"

  If I were so timid, how could I follow the great lord in the future?

  Her heart's fear greatly reduced, she raised her pretty face, with a firm expression.

  She didn't know that Zuo Mo's entire scalp was numb at this moment. His battle experience was rich, although the surroundings were quiet and there was no movement, but the dangerous aura within was rising sharply.

  "What's going on?" he asked Pu Yao cautiously.

  The Pú Yāo narrowed its blood-red eyes and said lightly: "This is all there is to the prison battlefield, what situation could there be?"

  "Really nothing's going on?" Zu Mo was somewhat skeptical.

  Pao's face sneered: "This is just the first prison."

  Zuo Mo didn't say anything, but after thinking about it for a moment, he thought that was right. The Ten Finger Prison of Shui Ming Empty was the first prison, if it were really so dangerous, there wouldn't be so many people. He hadn't done anything himself, what kind of bad luck would also involve him?

  As he comforted himself, his heart gradually calmed down.

  Before he could even let out a sigh of relief, a strange and mysterious power suddenly appeared, and Nan Yue beside him vanished into thin air.

  The entire prison battlefield except for Zuo Mo's other demons were sent flying out of the prison battlefield by this sudden surge of power.

  Many of the demons who were sent to the prison battlefield still looked bewildered, but when they saw that the surroundings of the prison battlefield were already packed with demons, every single one of them was shocked.

  However, at this time, there was no longer any demon to care about them. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the battlefield inside the prison.

  The rivers and waterways that had been suspended in mid-air, the lightning balls and fire clouds all vanished, and they could clearly see the figure standing at the center of the prison battlefield.

  All monsters stared with wide eyes, a monster that can trigger the Prison Break War is absolutely boundless in its future prospects!

  A red line of monsters, their eyeballs almost falling off, the tree monster spiritedly waved its branches: "Strange brother! It's strange brother!"

  A glint of light flashed in his red eyes, but a storm was already brewing in his heart. The demons that could stir up the Prison Break War were all great demons who could leave their mark in the annals of demon history.

  This unimpressive guy is actually so formidable?

  When Nan Yue was transported away, Zuo Mo suddenly and thoroughly understood that the situation in front of him was targeted at him.

  Since he has such ability, he will absolutely not be given the opportunity to quit the prison battlefield!

  Been screwed over!

  Someone actually dares to bully me!

  His anger suddenly erupted, his fierce energy was stimulated, the blue veins on his neck burst out, his face was ferocious, he rolled up his sleeves, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a sentence in Dongjiang dialect.

  "Shouldering wood, how despicable!"