After several days of flying, Zhong Shan finally arrived at the sacred capital of Qingqiu with Sima Zongheng. wWW, QUanbEn-xIAoShUo, cOM
The sacred capital of Qingqiu, that is between a vast mountain range, the mountains of the Great Thousand World are not comparable to the mountains of the Small Thousand World, it is a lofty mountain that is tens of thousands of miles high. At a glance, the endless mountains are endless, and there are a large number of repairers flying by in the four directions. A large number of fox races ran between the mountains and forests.
The sacred capital of Qingqiu, surrounded by mist, has a large number of floating islands high in the sky, and the infinite golden light is falling from the sky, and the vast air luck is several times more than that of the sky heaven!
In this mountainous area, it is divided into many areas, and each area has a corresponding downtown area.
"Qingqiu Holy Capital!" Zhong Shan took a deep breath.
When Sima Zongheng returned, he fell at the entrance of a downtown area to the west of Qingqiu Shengdu. Several officials from the early days quickly ushered in. The head of the man wore an octagonal felt hat, wrinkled on his face, very ugly.
"My lord!" The leader bowed. At the same time, he looked at Zhong Shan beside Sima Zongheng.
These days, Qingqiu Sacred Capital has been raging, and has a generation of Sage Kings become hostages? Could it be him, he is Zhong Shan
A gleam of coldness flashed in the head of the official's eyes.
"Sima Sanguang, this is Dawei Saint King Zhongshan! Now it has been sealed by me and looks like a mortal!" Sima Zongheng said lightly.
"Oh?" The officials looked at Zhong Shan together.
At this moment, Zhong Shan, dressed in a black robe, had the same demeanor, and did not look like a prisoner.
"My lord, the third young master was killed by him?" Sima Sanguang said bitterly while looking at Zhong Shan.
"Sima Ce is not homicide, but it has something to do with him. Now I vassalize my court and you must not be rude to him!" Sima Zheng said in a deep voice.
"Eh?" Sima Sanguang gave a slight jaw.
Don't be rude to him
"Then send him to the host...!" Sima Sanguang said with a doubt. However, Sima Zongheng interrupted him just halfway through the conversation.
"He has no freedom anyway, send him to you!" Sima Zongheng said.
"Me? Where am I?" Sima Sanguang said in astonishment.
"Yes, you find the cleanest place there." Sima Zongheng smiled evilly.
"The cleanest? The eighteenth floor?" Sima Sanguang asked tentatively.
"Well, just over there, take good care of it!" Sima Zongheng smiled evilly.
Seeing Sima Zongheng's expression, Sima Sanguang immediately understood what it meant, and gave him a treat? Eighteenth floor? Can you treat me well? In the past, the Third Young Master and Sima Zongheng were the best. The Third Young Master died because of Zhong Shan. Wouldn't Sima Zongheng kill him
"Yes, the subordinates will not let the adults down!"
"There are still ten miles from here to you. Zhong Shan is just a mortal now. Don't walk too fast, let him see the Qingqiu Holy Capital!"
"Yes!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Sima Zongheng finished the arrangement, and disappeared in front of everyone with a flick of his big sleeve while laughing.
"Zhong Shengwang, let us go!" Sima Sanliang laughed.
Sima Sanliang's heart is full of satisfaction, and the dignified generation of saint kings is now a prisoner of his own rank
In Qingqiu Shengdu, a place with countless nobles, although Sima Sanliang is in charge of Qingqiu Great Prison, his status is really too low, that is, this kind of person who has no status and is angry at all, suddenly'masters' the destiny of a holy king. , How could Sima Sanliang be unhappy
"Yeah!" Zhong Shan nodded. For this kind of person, Zhong Shan can't be angry.
A group of people walked down a street.
Sima Sanliang didn't seem to be satisfied, so he thought about it and said, "You guys, tell me about it. Just say that Zhong Shan has arrived at Qingqiu, and he will enter Qingqiu Prison on the prison street. Hurry up!"
"Yes!" Several jailers flew away immediately.
"And you, King Zhong Sheng is here, how can you walk so peacefully? Beat the gongs and drums, clean the street and clear the way!" Sima Sanliang shouted to the rest of the people.
"Yes!"
"Hahahaha!" Sima Sanliang was extremely proud.
"Kh!" "Kh!"... With a sound of gongs and drums, the street people retreated, standing on both sides looking at this strange group.
"Everyone, this is Dawei's Saint King Zhong!" Sima Sanliang shouted loudly.
"Dawei Saint King?"
"He is Dawei Saint King?"
"What is this for? Where does Sima Sanliang take him? Shouldn't he go to the imperial palace?"
"Do you take him to jail?"
"The King Dawei lives in prison?"
………………………… Suddenly, the whole Great Prison Street was boiling, and people looked at Zhongshan in the center very strangely.
The Saint King’s imprisonment, something that has never happened before, is too strange, too strange.
For a time, the news spread quickly and quickly spread in all directions.
"Zhong Shengwang is here, in Daxie Street!"
"Parade on the Great Prison Street, and immediately enter the Qingqiu Great Prison!"
………………… More and more people gathered around. The news came out a few days ago, but people have been skeptical. Is it really here
Shili Long Street is not so easy to walk, besides, Zhongshan is still in the form of a mortal.
More and more people gathered around.
"Look, that's Zhong Shan!"
"You see, Dawei Saint King, it's nothing more than that!"
"At my Qingqiu, no matter how strong and noble you are, you must bow your head!"
………………………… …The crowd is talking about it. Sima Sanliang's face was very proud. I've never been so concerned before. Although I am not concerned about myself, so many people come because of myself.
Zhong Shan didn't say anything from beginning to end. It is true that Zhong Shan is very uncomfortable to be seen in front of a monkey now, but he also knows the mentality of these people, only the kind of coward, the kind of people who can't get on the stage, will gloat. Today, they have become prisoners of the ranks and are ridiculed by others. What kind of expression will they look like in the next nine days
Of course, Zhong Shan had never suffered such a big loss. Although he was calm in his heart, the arrogance in his bones made Zhong Shan remember this scene deeply.
Sima Sanguang was very proud. The only shortcoming was that Zhong Shan did not resist and was too calm. If he resisted, cursed, and shot, that would be fine, so that he could show off his fierce power, but Zhong Shan is too far off the road. , Was silent at all, really a coward.
coward? When Sima Sanguang saw Zhong Shan's strength, he wouldn't think so.
On Shili Da Prison Street, Zhong Shan was ridiculed. But never said a word. Going all the way to the end, to a formation area guarded by countless soldiers.
Qingqiu Great Prison.
I was embarrassed inside. I bypassed more than a dozen checkpoints and walked inside. There were a large number of palaces inside. The plaque of the largest palace had a big word "prison" written on it.
The noisy scene outside has long aroused the curiosity of all the officials in the Qingqiu prison. When Sima Sanliang brought Zhong Shan, everyone craned their necks to look at Zhong Shan and the strange holy king.
"Liu Ding, Liu Jia!" Sima Sanliang shouted.
"My lord, here comes!" The two jailers rushed forward quickly.
"Find a remote place and send him to jail!" Sima Sanliang said solemnly.
"But, sir, we are in charge of the eighteenth hell! He? Is there something wrong with it?" one of them shouted.
"Isn't it? What's wrong? What's wrong, I'll be responsible. Don't hurry!" Sima Sanliang said.
"Yes!" Liu Ding Liu Jia immediately responded.
My lord has said, what else can we not follow
"Zhong Shengwang, then please!" Sima Sanliang sneered.
"Yeah!" Zhong Shan nodded.
Zhong Shan didn't refute, as Liu Ding Liujia walked towards the hall called'Prison', Sima Sanliang looked at Zhong Shan's back, his eyes gradually cold.
In the main hall, there are eighteen circular black platforms.
"Go to this prison!" Liu Ding Liujia said.
Zhong Shan stepped up, and suddenly, countless colored lights around the black platform shone, as if the entire black platform was shaking.
The whole time oscillated for five breaths. Zhong Shan only felt his whole body suddenly heavy. As if carrying a huge mountain on his back. The surrounding colorful light suddenly disappeared, and even the previous black platform disappeared.
Zhong Shan appeared in another place.
In the gloomy sky, a large number of plague floating insects floated in all directions, and the air was filled with a strong smell of carrion. This is a huge circular valley with a diameter of hundreds of miles. There was a thick black air permeating the mountain, exuding a heart-palpitating breath. A beam of light penetrated the sky in the center.
Zhongshan is leaning against the foot of the mountain, close to the big mountain, and on the side is a circle of ten meters square, but a small half circle enters the mountain. When Zhong Shan came closer, a large amount of black light suddenly emitted from the edge of the circle, making it impossible to touch.
Paint the ground as a prison. Can't get out, can only move within this ten-zhang radius
In this valley, there are nearly 20,000 ring-shaped cells like Zhongshan. Nearly 10,000 prisoners are detained, some are only one, and some are detained at the same time. Many prisoners are now haggard and disheveled.
"Crack!" One of them suddenly dented his chest, vomiting blood, and died like that!
I was crushed to death by myself.
Zhong Shan immediately discovered the wonder here, with a gravity of more than 200,000 times. The people here should be limited in their mana and look like a mortal, with only a strong physical body resisting the gravity of more than 200,000 times. Eighteen layers of hell are really not something ordinary people can come to.
The body is so strong that Zhong Shan doesn't have much burden.
Zhong Shan leaned on the foot of the mountain and sat down cross-legged.
"Hululu!"
"Hululu!"
As soon as Zhong Shan sat down, he heard a strange sound, turned his head and gave a slight jaw.
Potted plants? Purifying air? A large number of potted plants surround a table and a large bed in the center, and the table is full of various delicacies. And on the big bed, a fat man in yellow clothes, with two cotton balls stuffed in his ears, hugged a pillow beside him, snorted and snorted comfortably, listening to the harsh ears of the prisoners.
Still so comfortable in the eighteenth hell
"Hey, boy, what crime have you committed and been thrown into the eighteenth hell?" Suddenly a man with a full face shouted.
"Yes, it has been closed for eight thousand years. Tell us, what does it look like outside?"
"I want to ask you something, boy, you are looking for death!" the man with a face full of flesh cried.
Zhong Shan ignored him, sitting cross-legged like an old monk entering concentration.
PS: Preview, Zhong Shan will officially start going crazy tomorrow! The Zhongshan Era of Qingqiu Holy Capital is coming. Ask for a monthly pass!
(to be continued)