Northwest of Great Qi, Nine Prisons, Sunset Yuan.

The famous Nine Prisons is not a simple pass. It is located on the west side of the northwest of Daqi. It is a territory that covers an area that is actively covering a vast area and has extremely complex terrain.

The Zhan family, who were enfeoffed here, divided the Nine Prisons according to the terrain. The outermost parts were divided into Sunset Plain, Blood River, Tuntian River, Yingling Valley, Duntou Lake, and Soul-Slaying Tomb.

During hundreds of years of bloody battles and tug-of-wars, the Emperor of Qi organized three attacks against the Nine Prisons, including the main force of the attack with the Zhan family as the front battlefield, and the great cultivators from other sects were assault elites. They fought desperately with monsters and monsters from the Nine Prisons, as well as the subordinates of the Nine Prisons Pluto.

Countless children of the Zhan family sacrificed their lives here. The place where their blood flowed into rivers is called the Blood River Mountain. The valleys they died in battle are called the Yingling Valley. The lakes they ambushed in their bodies are called the Broken Head Lake. The hills they surrounded by the tide of monsters and beasts but swear to death and eventually all died in battle are called the Soul-Slaying Tomb.

In this part of Jiuzhu, behind every name that sounds murderous and extremely depressed is the bloody history of the Zhan family.

In order to resist the invasion of the Nine Prisons Pluto, countless great practitioners and generations of Zhan family disciples died in battle, but generations of Zhan family children were selected, armed to the teeth, and then sent to the Nine Prisons, where the most frequent and most tragic wars were caused.

But these disciples of the Zhan family never hesitated when they died generously. They sang excitedly and died without hesitation, because every generation of the Zhan family has extremely outstanding leaders leading them to victory, and Zhan Qitian, the eldest son of Zhan Feng, is the most outstanding among them!

At this time, the sunset was shattered and the flags were broken, and there were broken limbs and arms everywhere. There were huge monsters on the plain. They fell to the ground like hills. Countless dead disciples of the Zhan family were lying on their bodies. Some of them held magic spears and their guns were pricked on the monsters. From a distance, they looked like hedgehogs covered with thorns. They almost seemed to be integrated with the spear. Even if they died, their bodies were hung on the monsters. They did not fall down, and their hands were still holding the spears in their hands.

Some warriors were pressed under the monster. Only when they got closer could they see their arms and legs leaking out, but their bodies were pressed so hard that they could not see them at all.

The blood of these soldiers slowly flowed, mixed with the monster's green blood, flowing all over the ground.

These are all soldiers of the Prison Town Legion, one of the most elite legions of the Zhan family. Each of them is as powerful as a high-level foundation-building monk, but in this terrifying battlefield, they died in battle in groups.

In a tragic battle just now, the Prison-Suppressing Legion won again under the leadership of Zhan Qitian, but this victory was extremely tragic, and the disciples of the Zhan family suffered heavy casualties.

The surviving soldiers searched around the battlefield in an orderly manner. Some of them were responsible for collecting undamaged weapons, and some were responsible for searching for damaged weapons, transporting them to the carriage behind them, and then sending them back to the furnace and recast.

Some people are responsible for identifying the children of the Zhan family who have not yet died from the battlefield and transporting them to the rear for healing, while others are responsible for identifying the identities of the dead disciples.

Zhan Qitian was wearing dragon pattern armor. The armor on his body was covered with cracks, and there were claw marks scratched by monsters and cracks that had been chopped. Ordinary people looked at it and couldn't believe that such broken armor could not be completely lost, and the owner wearing it could still move normally with a normal expression!

Whenever Zhan Qitian walked to a place, the prison guards around him stood solemnly. They respectfully beat their hands and chests, stood attentively to pay respect to Zhan Qitian, and looked at the future head of the Zhan family with enthusiastic and fanatical eyes.

This tall man looked too young. His face was originally extremely handsome, but the years of battles made him look three scars on his handsome face. One of them rose near his left eyebrow and passed under his eye socket to the bridge of his nose. As long as he blinked, the moment he closed his eyes, he could see this complete scar passing through his eyelids and then to the bridge of his nose.

The second scar is on the right cheek, from top to bottom, and the third scar is on his chin. The three scars are the battle medals left by the monster's sharp claws when they scratched his face.

Zhan Qitian was walking through the sea of ​​corpses and blood. He glanced indifferently around and asked the adjutant who was accompanying him lightly: "How many are they dead?"

The adjutant said bitterly: "The prison-governing Legion killed more than 1,000 people and injured more than 3,000 people."

Zhan Qitian was silent for a while and said, "My prison guard army is gone halfway..."

The adjutant sighed, looking sad: "Yes!" Then, he asked in confusion and a little angry: "Young Master, what are we trying to fill generations of the Zhan family's children into this bottomless pit? How many people have died along the way! Is this broken place really worth our sacrifice like this!"

Zhan Qitian glanced at him and said, "As long as you take down Sunset, it's all worth it!"

The adjutant asked, "Young Master, I don't understand!"

Zhan Qitian said coldly: "You don't need to understand! You just need to follow me!"

The adjutant stopped and opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed it back. He lowered his head and said respectfully: "Yes!"

Zhan Qitian said: "Send the order to set up a camp here tonight. Immediately transfer the Wuwei Legion and the Shenwei Legion to come up to replace the prison-stricken army and let them go down and rest. At the same time, transfer the Shenwei Legion to come up and set up camp immediately to build a pass! Three days later, the Nine Prisons will definitely fight back!"

The adjutant looked shaking. He beat his chest and was about to leave when the earth suddenly shook violently. A huge hill suddenly arched on the ground more than 20 meters above Zhan Qitian, followed by a crazy python monster breaking out of the ground!

"howl!!"

In the middle of the battlefield where corpses are piled up, this crazy python is more than 30 meters tall. After it broke through the ground and soared into the sky, it roared at Zhan Qitian, and then rushed towards him.

From a distance, everyone smelled a venomous and bloody storm that made them nauseate. The weaker prison guard made him look blue at this time, vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

The prison guards and officers who were closer to Zhan Qisheng rushed towards Zhan Qitian in horror, desperately trying to block the middle of this crazy monster and Zhan Qitian.

In their opinion, they can die ten thousand times, but Zhan Qitian must not make any mistakes! Being able to die and sacrifice for the Dragon King of Prisons is the supreme honor of the entire Prisons Legion.

Zhan Qitian looked coldly at the crazy python monster who was shaped like an angry tide. His face was not shaky, without any fear or panic.

Zhan Qitian pushed his hands to the side, and two round shields formed by yellow sand suddenly appeared around him, pushing all the people who rushed to rescue him from left to right.

Then Zhan Qitian stared at the extremely ferocious mad python monster and sneered disdainfully. He slowly raised his hands and palms in his chest, and two balls of rolling flames appeared in the palm of his palm. The flames quickly gathered into shape, a ball of fire dragon that changed into a red, and a ball of fire dragon that changed into a white.

Zhan Qitian raised his hands, his palms facing outward, and the palms and palms leaned together. The flame dragon in his hand suddenly burst out!

"Dragon Flame Soul Wave!!"

This is a unique skill that Zhan Qitian is famous all over the world. Two dragon flames were sprayed out from his palm. These two dragon flames were only very small at the beginning, but after being sprayed two or three meters away, the small fire pillar immediately turned into a large fire pillar. When he sprayed five or six meters away, the two fire pillars had turned into ferocious and boiling flame mad dragons!

The two crazy dragons roared, making a terrifying roar forward and pounced forward in a powerful manner that swept everything!

Everyone saw Zhan Qitian release the Dragon Flame Soul-Saving Wave with both hands. These two pillars of fire rushed to the sky immediately swallowed all the huge crazy pythons. The originally amazing momentum was that the huge body of the Crazy Python rushed over and was burned clean by the Dragon Flame Soul-Saving Wave, and there was not even a piece of scale armor left!

These two crazy dragons rushed towards the sky, and everything disappeared where they passed. If it weren't for the huge pits remaining on the ground and the strong burnt smell in the air, it would seem like the crazy python had not appeared just now.

The Crazy Monster is a powerful monster that is enough to fight to the death with a hundred elite prisoners, but in Zhan Qitian's hands, it can't even hold on!

This is the Dragon King, the world's most prison-controlling dragon among the younger generation of practitioners: Fighting Qi Tian!

Although the prison guards on the field had seen many such scenes, they were still excited and fanatical and shouted in unison: "Dragon King! Dragon King! Dragon King!!"

Zhan Qitian's face was still unchanged, until he suddenly sensed an unprecedentedly powerful aura falling from the sky. He raised his head and looked at the sky, and saw a graceful and weak figure falling from the sky with a long sword on his back.

This person is a woman with a very beautiful appearance, a soft oval face, a small cherry mouth, almond eyes and peach cheeks, and a small beauty tear mole under her eyes.

It’s Zhao Feiyue!
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