Three years.

Taixuan Shang Palace.

The clouds and mist are vast, surging and surging all the time, and they are no longer as calm as before.

"Taishang Xuzun, the catastrophe of the divine mysterious heart demon connecting the sky is the catastrophe of the heart. Don't sink into it, otherwise you will be even more powerless to break the catastrophe and come out. The true spirit slowly passes away in the loss, and eventually it will completely disappear between the three heavens and nine realms," said Mr. Yun Fu's tone, "Because you did not deliberately suppress it, you will be about to enter the catastrophe in just a few years after you broke into the catastrophe. It would be fine if you prepared more."

Xu Disheng shook his head and said, "No matter how many preparations I make, it is almost useless. Even if I am a thousand years later, it is no different."

Yun Fu Shangjun looked at Xu Disheng with complicated eyes, nodded and said, "Good."

...

Yunling Xuan Palace.

The spiritual power cultivation level in the front of the catastrophe gradually stagnated, and the purple-gold Taixuan spiritual power no longer flowed and surging, and fell into incredible stillness.

The nine souls in the Crimson Palace slowly fell silent, and the light white light lingering around the young man also dissipated and disappeared. Even the soul of the ancient bell no longer emitted a light golden halo, and gradually returned to the point of quietness.

The extremely powerful and complete soul originated completely sank into the golden true spirit, completely enveloped by the extremely magical golden light.

Only a trace of extremely noble purple aura still flows like a clear spring on the golden true spirit, which contains incomparable supreme immortal power, which is faintly imprinted into the origin of its golden true spirit and soul.

A bright red light band phantom flowed from above his wrist.

Suddenly.

Under the sensation of heaven and earth, the mysterious heart demon reaches the heavenly tribulation.

With the power of rules surging, in just a short moment, the Yunling Xuan Palace completely returned to peace, and no more turbulent waves emerged.

A few days later.

The blue light surged and condensed into a slightly trembling void.

Qingyuyan stepped out from the Zhanqing vortex and stood alone in the huge Yunling Xuan Palace. He sensed the familiar breath that slowly disappeared from the origin of the soul, and was stunned for a long time.

...

The clear and turbidity are hard to be true. Enter the world of thousands of feet, and you will find it and wait for the fate to end.

In the dream of meeting, a song of green railings is like the heart of the sky every day.

...

Tick.

Tick.

He barely opened his heavy eyelids, and what caught his eye was a gray stone wall. At the very high point above the stone wall was a solid skylight surrounded by several wooden fences. Widths of sunlight shone in through the gaps between the fences, rolling up countless tiny lights and shadows of dust.

He struggled to sit up, but a burst of weak soreness came from his body, so he had to lie back on the extremely hard wooden couch again.

This is a cell.

Tick.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the source of the intermittent sound of water.

The wall where the prison door is located is completely surrounded by a thick iron fence. A wine pot with an aged aroma hung obliquely outside the iron lock of the prison door. Drop by drop, wine flowing downwards, and even formed an extremely small water nest on the uneven grey stone floor.

A hand suddenly reached out from the side, took off the wine pot, put it in his mouth and took a few sips, and his figure also appeared outside the prison door.

"Mr. Zhou, do you want to drink?" The tall jailer shook the empty wine pot in his hand, with a trace of deliberate ridicule at the corner of his mouth. "I have always heard that the eldest prince of Zhou is addicted to alcohol and has no choice but to drink. He was sent to jail this time, but he could only smell the fragrance of the wine. It's really ridiculous!"

Mr. Zhou?

He stared at the prison guards who were showing off his might outside the prison gate, but his mind was in chaos.

The jailer stared at his face tightly, but did not find the desire he wanted to see from it. His eyes were slightly cold. He took out a slightly smaller heavy wine pot from behind him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, saying, "Young Master Zhou, do you really want it?"

want?

What do you want?

He looked at the small wine pot and smelled the rich aroma of wine emitted from it.

At this time, the soreness on his body was no longer as severe as before. He barely sat up and shook his head invisibly.

The prisoner's expression changed slightly, and his mind was so bright that he fell silent for a moment.

This is completely inconsistent with what the noble man said!

Besides...even according to the rumors, Mr. Zhou was addicted to alcohol and was known to everyone. Even if he had no alcohol for a day, he could not bear it at all.

But at this time, he had no response to this small pot of expensive osmanthus aged wine, which was really strange.

Seeing that this kind of seduction behavior seemed to be completely unworkable, the prison guard changed his face instantly. He immediately took a bunch of keys from his waist, picked one of them, opened the iron fence and walked in quickly, lowered his body and placed the small pot of osmanthus wine on the wooden couch, and smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, don't blame me, I was just joking with me before. This small pot of osmanthus wine is my apology."

"I……"

As soon as the hoarse voice was spoken, he and the prison guards were stunned.

After a while, he did not say anything again, but reached out to pick up the wine pot beside him and lifted the lid. In an instant, a strong fragrance of osmanthus mixed with the aged wine scent dispersed and spread throughout the cell.

Obviously, this small pot of osmanthus aged wine is much more precious than the large pot of wine that the prison guards drank just now.

"Young Master Zhou has not drunk a whole day," the prison guard came to his senses and did not care about his hoarse voice. "To be honest, this pot of osmanthus aging wine was specially sent by a noble man to enjoy it."

In his opinion, it was common for Mr. Zhou to not only never drink alcohol for a day, but also never eat or drink for a day, and his voice became hoarse.

Under the jailer's gaze, he picked up the wine pot and took a deep breath of the wine. An indescribable sense of restlessness arose between his lips and teeth. It seemed that as long as he raised his head and drank it, he would get the greatest satisfaction.

"Let's go," the prison guard saw that he seemed to be drinking, so he stretched out his hand and stopped him. He took out a piece of paper with his own smile and said without a smile, "Before Mr. Zhou drinks, he still needs to recognize this matter first."

He put the wine pot again on the wooden bed and looked at the jailer's hand with a bit of sloppy official paper.

There are three words at the bottom of this piece of paper, and a large blank space was specially left for dipping it in red.

Zhou Mujin.

So my name is Zhou Mujin?

He pondered for a moment, looked up at the prison guard who was looking at him, his voice no longer as hoarse as before: "Dirty red pictures... It's not impossible, but I just don't know what crime I committed?"
Chapter completed!