"What do you know about Qintian Prison?" Ye Xiao pondered for a moment and frowned.

He was not surprised by Su Wannian's identity, but what Ye Xiao didn't expect was that Qin Tianjian might be crazier than he imagined.

Maoshan Longhu Taoist Gate is a famous and upright sect that has been passed down for thousands of years and has an excellent reputation.

Qin Tianjian actually dared to control a well-known and decent man and carry out such a thing as poisoning and assassination.

Once this matter is discovered, Qin Tianjian will definitely face crazy revenge from the entire Chinese decent sect.

But Su Wannian has been doing this for sixteen years. Such behavior can only be described as heartbreaking and crazy.

"Su Wannian told me that Qintian Prison is run by a person called Da Siming. Although I don't know where their headquarters is, I know that they have a branch in the imperial capital. Su Wannian five years ago

I went there once, saying I was going to see the saint." Qian Luo thought for a while and said, "It's just that Su Wannian is not a high-ranking person in Qintian Prison, so he doesn't know much about it.

However, one thing is certain, that is, there are many orderers like Su Wannian throughout China."

"Do you know other orderers?" Ye Xiao asked.

"I once met an old man from a distance. Su Wannian called him Venerable and respected him very much. I think he is probably Su Wannian's boss." Qian Luo thought for a while and replied.

"Is he an old man carrying a chessboard and his clothes are dirty?" Ye Xiao asked.

"Yes, he does carry a chessboard on his back! He gives people a very mysterious feeling." Qian Luo nodded, suddenly realized something, and asked in surprise, "Senior Ye, have you seen him?"

"Well, I've met him a few times. He died in Mount Tai half a month ago." Ye Xiao said lightly, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"What? Died in Mount Tai!" Qian Luo's eyes widened and he exclaimed in disbelief.

In Qian Luo's opinion, the strength of the old man carrying the chessboard was even more unfathomable than Su Wannian's. He would die no matter what.

"Besides these, what else do you know?" Ye Xiao asked.

"I don't know anymore." Qian Luo shook his head and said, "After all, I'm just a pawn of Su Wannian. Even if he lets down his guard, he can't tell me everything."

Ye Xiao frowned, and the doubts in his heart became more intense.

He originally thought he would get clues about Qin Tianjian from Qian Luo, but he didn't expect that in a circle, everything would be back to where it started.

Now that Qu Lao is dead, the clues to follow this line have been cut off.

Whether it is Su Wannian of Maoshan, Feng Wuya of Cangjian Villa, or Zhuge Liangcai and Yi Zong Qu Lao encountered in Taishan, every time these people from the Qintian Prison appear, they stir up the storm and cause a bloody storm.

Ye Xiao had a vague guess that Qin Tianjian was planning something big.

But everything they did seemed to be independent of each other, and it was impossible to find any connection between them.

"There are still too few clues. It seems that we have to find time to go to the imperial capital." Ye Xiao finally shook his head helplessly, rubbed his temples, and said thoughtfully.

After saying that, Ye Xiao remembered something again, turned to Qian Luo and asked: "You said last time that you knew the information about Jiutian Arsenal, right?"

Qian Luo nodded and recalled, "Twelve years ago, Su Wannian suddenly captured a man and imprisoned him in the Jinniu Cave. For a whole month, there were screams from the Jinniu Cave. Until

One day, I took advantage of Su Wannian's absence and sneaked in."

"That man was tortured by Su Wannian until he was reduced to a human form, but he still had a breath of life. He claimed to be the third elder of Liuyun Sect, and he wanted me to bring a message to their sect - saying that the Nine Heavens Arsenal is in Tianlong Mountain. This sentence

After he finished speaking, he lost his temper."

"For so many years, I have tried to find traces of the Liuyun Sect and wanted to fulfill his last wish, but it was as if the Liuyun Sect did not exist and there was no trace of them at all." Qian Luo sighed, feeling a little guilty.

He said, "Now that Su Wannian has died because of Senior Ye, he has avenged that person. Therefore, if I tell Senior Ye the news, I believe his spirit in heaven will agree."

"Tianlong Mountain?" After hearing Qian Luo's words, Ye Xiao was stunned for a moment, with doubt on his face.

Isn’t Tianlong Mountain where the Rong family villa is located?

He never thought that the Jiutian Arsenal would be hidden there.

…

At the same time, somewhere in the South China Sea

There is a sea area that is shrouded in storms all year round. In the sea area, there are dense clouds, thunder and lightning, and wind and rain.

This is called the Devil's Sea, and even the most experienced captains dare not approach this sea area.

Because, as long as you are not careful, the ship will be destroyed and people will be killed.

However, few people know that in the center of this sea area, there is a small island shrouded in the sun, as if there is a natural barrier that isolates the island from the storms of the outside world.

On the island, there is a tall white tower.

At this time, on the top floor of the tower, there was an old man looking at the wall behind him in trance, counting something in his mouth:

"One hundred and sixty-seven, one hundred and sixty-eight, one hundred and sixty-nine..."

In front of him, he saw a huge wall with holes cut out one after another. Each hole had a lit oil lamp. From a distance, the entire wall looked like a huge starlight.

curtain.

"Sir...why are you here? What happened?" At this time, a man in white ran in and asked sweating profusely.

He searched the entire island and finally found the old man on the tower.

"It seems that one oil lamp is missing." The old man said solemnly, then scratched his head and asked with a puzzled look, "Hey...how many did I just count?"

"You're right. There are three hundred and six lights here, and one is indeed missing..." The man in white glanced at the wall and immediately came to a conclusion.

"Sure enough, there is one missing!" the old man said sadly, "the number of these lamps has been getting less and less recently."

"He must have died in an accident. Such things happen often, so you don't need to take it too seriously, Your Majesty," said the man in white.

"But I still feel that it's not like he's dead, but someone has broken the soul ban?" the old man said with a frown.

"Your Majesty was joking. Is it possible for someone to break the soul ban?" the man in white asked with a smile.

"It hasn't happened before, but it doesn't mean it won't happen in the future... I remember five hundred years ago..." The old man said, with strong confusion suddenly showing in his eyes. He turned his head and asked the man in white, "Hey, I'm like this

What happened, why are you here?"
Chapter completed!