"To be able to shock Uncle Huanmo so much, it seems that this magical power is indeed worthy of my cultivation. At first, I was a little worried that I would go too far." Fan Xian'er said as if relieved.

"It is true that some of the swords are eccentric, but it is completely worth it. Judging from my previous training experience, this magical power must be created by at least the immortals at the earthly immortal level in the immortal universe."

He said with a vague look of shock on his face.

"At the earthly immortal level, isn't that the magical power at the divine level?" Fan Xian'er said in shock.

To be honest, she really didn't expect that the magical power that Wuming passed on to her would have such an amazing origin. She only thought that it was just a slightly powerful magical power, but now it seems that she still thought of Wuming's handiwork.

It's smaller.

But it's not her fault. After all, with her current vision, it's normal for her not to be able to see the special nature of the Blood Sea.

This is why people like Huan Mo, who once had an extremely glorious past, can see the true horror of the endless sea of ​​blood at a glance.

Of course, it was Huan Mo's remarks that made Wuming and Changqing become more and more curious about Huan Mo. This guy didn't look like a normal intelligence. Judging from what he said, he was clearly a

What a well-informed old monster!

"Practice. Although the method of cultivating this magical power is very inhumane, the journey of cultivation is a true portrayal of the eight words of natural selection and survival of the fittest. When you have enough strength, even if you become a god,

The calamity is just a roadblock for you, you have to remember that although the tiger can hurt people, it is even easier for people to kill the tiger!" Huan Mo said.

Seeing the phantom talking to Fan Xian'er, Changqing couldn't help but said to Wuming through a voice transmission: "When Wuming comes to talk, he won't give in to you. Is this guy a monk?"

Being able to say something like that, no matter whether it’s good or bad, whatever he says makes sense!”

"Are you talking about him, or are you trying to hurt me?" Wuming replied angrily.

"Talk about him, talk about him, hahaha..." Changqing and Wuming were talking to each other through sound transmission. On the surface, the two of them showed no emotion at all, and they were both honest and respectful.

"Since Uncle Huanmo thinks it's okay, just record it for me. I'll take some people away today to practice and see." Fan Xian'er said.

"Okay, according to what is said in the magical power, you will take away ten thousand people for this first practice. Here is the list and profile of those prisoners. Take a look at them and choose the one that suits you to practice the magical power."

With that said, Huan Mo waved his hand, and a huge light curtain suddenly appeared in front of Fan Xian'er and Wu Ming.

On that light screen, the conditions of one monk after another appeared. Not only were there simple text introductions, but also light and shadow records of the monks' current conditions. It can be said that seeing this light screen, even Wuming and the others did not have to move a step.

Everyone can know who those people are and what they are doing now.

"Currently, there are a total of 60,000 people in this prison-suppressing tower. Almost all of them are prisoners of the First Immortal-God War. There are also a small number of monks from the Immortal Universe captured by the Puppet Sect in recent years. They have high cultivation levels.

"Hey, my suggestion is that when you first start practicing, don't look for those with higher cultivation levels, otherwise, you will easily suffer backlash." Huan Mo said.

"Well, let me take a look first. I'm sure I won't take any risks." Fan Xian'er said.

"Xian'er, continue browsing the people below. Is there anyone I'm looking for?" Wuming used a secret method to send a message to Fan Xian'er, and because of what Huan Mo had just said, a hint of hope arose in his heart.

Under Wuming's secret command, Fan Xian'er slowly checked the list of Immortal Universe monks. However, as one after another was checked, the spark of hope that rose in Wuming's heart slowly dimmed.

"Master, the last page is next. If not, I will leave according to your previous plan." Fan Xian'er said silently in her heart.

"Okay, let's take a look. If you haven't already, let's go as planned."

As a master and servant, Wuming can naturally perceive clearly what Fan Xian'er is saying in his heart.

Of course, this is also due to Fan Xian'er's complete openness to him. Otherwise, it would be difficult for the master to sense the servant's thoughts just based on the master-servant relationship formed by the oath of fate.

"Uncle Huanmo, show me the person on the last page." Fan Xian'er looked at Huanmo and said.

"Okay." Huan Mo nodded, and directly satisfied Fan Xian'er's request, showing Fan Xian'er the situation of the monks in the Immortal Universe on the last page.

Wuming took advantage of this and looked at it. His originally somewhat disappointed mood suddenly became agitated. If his mental state had not been unusually good for ordinary people, he would have shown other expressions at that moment.

"Although we haven't seen each other for many years, fortunately, you are all still alive!"
Chapter completed!