he woman seemed to have also noticed Jiang Yun's gaze. Coincidentally, Xu Chengshan whispered something in her ear, and instantly, a sneer appeared on the woman's face, and her eyes looking at Jiang Y...Inside prison, there is nothing good, this is just Ginger Cloud wanting to see that withered patch of grass again, to see if it is really related to the Barbarian tribe.

At the same time, it was also a test he conducted on Liu Meng, or rather, on the entire Tianwai Tian.

The secrets of Heaven's Beyond, up to this point, Ginger Cloud has only learned that it leads to a forbidden land. The rest of the secrets remain unknown.

But he believed that being possessed and becoming Liu Meng, the centurion, would definitely allow him to know more secrets than himself.

Then, if Liu Meng dares to go to the prison alone with himself, it means that Tiangwai Tian or Cang Lao Hui allows the guards to enter the prison during times other than patrolling.

Even, they wouldn't constantly monitor every single movement within each prison.

Of course, it's also possible that Tiantoutian and the Zanglao would monitor every prison, even Liu Meng wouldn't know.

But Jiang Yun really couldn't hold back his inner doubts. Even if he risked it, he had to find out if the withered weeds were indeed Aowen.

If it can be proven that the withered grass is truly the mark of the wild tribe, and not a ruse deliberately created by the Cang Lao Hui and Tianwai Tian to lure people like himself into their trap, then the meaning behind the appearance of this mark becomes even more intriguing.

Liu Meng was also an impetuous person. Since he had decided to go, he wasted no time and immediately took Jiang Yun with him back to the prison.

Standing in the air, Liu Meng anxiously asked: "Fan younger brother, where is the good thing hidden"

After a night of thinking, Liu Meng truly believed in Jiang Yun's words. He thought that Jiang Yun must have learned about the existence of Heavenly Beyond Heaven somewhere, especially the good things hidden in his own territory.

Otherwise, who would Ginger Cloud choose to impersonate Why would she pretend to be the weak and incompetent Fan Xiao However, Ginger Cloud was not in a hurry. She deliberately turned her head to look around, her face showing a cautious expression as she said, "Lord Liu, I suddenly feel that the good thing might be a trap set up by the people above."

"You're saying they are watching us right now"

Seeing Jiang Yun's cautious appearance, Liu Meng's face revealed a mocking smile. "I didn't expect it, you're afraid too."

"I thought you were truly fearless, not afraid of heaven or earth! Even if it was the celestial marshal, the heavenly generals, or even the emperor himself, you wouldn't bat an eyelid!"

These days, Liu Meng has been suppressed by Jiang Yun. Now, he finally found an opportunity to fight back.

Jiang Yun didn't mind Liu Meng's attitude, and shook his head. "Forget it, things are good, but you have to be alive to take them."

"If this is really a trap, wouldn't we be walking right into it Not only would we lose everything, but we could end up as criminals, locked up here!"

"Forget it, Master Liu. Just pretend I never said anything. Let's go back!"

"You're such a scaredy-cat!"

Liu Meng finally couldn't help but growl, "Do you think everyone upstairs is so free"

Let me tell you the truth, the First Heaven is divided into nearly a hundred regions. Our responsibility covers only one percent of these regions.

Even an emperor, let alone a celestial general, wouldn't be idle enough to constantly use their divine sense to monitor every region.

Besides, the people we keep in the first level of our prison are those with minor offenses. They'll be released soon enough.

"Let alone those from afar, even during my time as a centurion – which hasn't been more than a hundred years – the prisoners here have already changed two or three batches."

In short, just keep your mind at ease and put it in your belly. If there was any real danger, I wouldn't have brought you here in the first place!

After hearing Liu Meng's words, Jiang Yun couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

When I asked Liu Meng about the things in TianwaiTian the other day, he didn't tell me any of these things. He obviously deliberately concealed them.

However, Jiang Yun was too lazy to bother Liu Meng now. Instead, his mind raced rapidly with thoughts.

Originally, one Heaven was divided into nearly a hundred regions, that is, nearly a hundred separate worlds.

Moreover, the inmates in this area have been changed two or three times. So, the ones you see now can't be members of the Wasteland Clan.

At this time, Liu Meng once again urged, "Fan younger brother, what are you daydreaming about Hurry up and say, where is that good thing"

Jiang Yun pointed with his hand towards the mountains and said, "Right over there, follow me!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Yun had already flown ahead, and Liu Meng naturally followed closely behind.

After counting his breaths, Jiang Yun stood above the withered grass once more. Looking down from above, he became even more certain that the grass was indeed forming a desolate pattern! The Wild Clan didn't cultivate spiritual energy or techniques, they only cultivated desolate patterns! Relying on these desolate patterns, they could also perform all sorts of spells. In fact, most of the spells used by cultivators had no effect on them! They could even use desolate patterns to imprint a mark on other creatures, turning them into Wild Slaves.

The strength of an Arid Tribe member depends on the number of Arid Marks they have on their body.

But the premise for the birth of an arcane pattern is that one must already have an arcane pattern as a seed.

However, there are two ways to obtain this kind of seed. One is that someone else plants it for you, and the other is that you plant it yourself! The former can only make you a slave to the wasteland, while the latter allows you to truly control the power of the wasteland.

Jiang Yun's desolate patterns were those he planted and drew himself. And even among the Desolate Clan, his desolate patterns were the most powerful kind.

Because Jiang Yun's wild pattern, is the "wild" of the Wild Clan! At this moment, Jiang Yun to this piece of wild grass condensed wild pattern, but is not recognize.

However, this is normal.

Every member of the Wasteland Tribe has a unique wasteland pattern that they have realized.

Liu Meng had also arrived at Jiang Yun's side, and he lowered his head together with him to look down.

Although he saw the withered grass, he pretended not to. He still asked, "Lao Fan, where is it"

Jiang Yun faintly said, "When I came yesterday, I only vaguely sensed it. And in front of others, I couldn't search for it, so I need to look carefully to find the specific location."

"Mr. Liu, please remain calm and do not disturb me."

As he spoke, Ginger Cloud suddenly glanced at Liu Meng. Nine rays of colorful light flashed in his eyes and landed on Liu Meng, causing him to instantly lose his soul as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood frozen in mid-air, completely motionless.

Ginger Cloud no longer paid attention to Liu Meng, who had fallen into a dream. Her figure descended from the air and stood among the withered grass. She sat down.

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"Buzz!"

After a moment's thought, a deep wrinkle slowly appeared between Jiang Yun's brows—a wrinkle that hadn't shown itself for a long time! Since Jiang Yun had been in the Lower Realm, he had come into contact with heavenly power, especially after his strength continuously increased, he had almost never used the desolate patterns or desolate power.

Because the cultivation realm of the wasteland pattern is similar to that of Dao cultivators, the strongest wasteland cultivator that Jiang Yun knows, Huang Junyan, is only at the eleventh wasteland realm. It is far from the cultivation realm of the various heavens and domains, so it is not very useful.

As wrinkles appeared on Jiang Yun's brow, starting from that single wrinkle, a continuous line of wrinkles began to spread across his face and skin. In an instant, they covered his entire body.

The

veins were still spreading rapidly, already leaving Jiang Yun's body and heading towards the grass beneath him, even spreading down towards the earth below.

In fact, Jiang Yun's divine sense had long since spread to the earth below. Besides the black soil, there was nothing special.

However, Jiangyun thought that since there were traces of desolation here and nothing was visible on the surface, if anything unexpected happened, it could only be underground.

After a long time, Jiang Yun's chaotic patterns had almost burrowed into the depths of the earth for hundreds of thousands of miles. They could no longer spread further, forcing him to retract them.

But just then, his expression suddenly changed.

Because, his own desolate lines, unexpectedly collapsed silently!there will be no chance.Besides, Xuezu's Patriarch already knew for sure that there was still a trace of the ancestor's divine consciousness left in the Holy Land. Even without any power, it belonged...