After several days of flying, Zhong Shan and Sima Zongheng finally arrived at the Holy Capital of Qingqiu.
The Holy Capital of Qingqiu is located between a vast mountain range. The mountains of the Great World are not comparable to the mountains of the Small World. The towering mountain is tens of thousands of miles high. At a glance, there are endless mountains.
There are a large number of cultivators flying over from all directions. A large number of fox tribes are running among the mountains and forests.
In the mist-shrouded Qingqiu Holy Capital, there are a large number of floating islands high in the sky, endless golden light falls from the sky, and the vast destiny is several times greater than that of Lingxiao Heavenly Court!
This continuous mountainous area is divided into many areas, and each area has a corresponding downtown area.
"Qingqiu Holy Capital!" Zhong Shan took a deep breath and said.
When Sima Zongheng returned, he landed at the entrance of a downtown area in the west of the Holy Capital of Qingqiu. Several Taichu officials quickly greeted him. The leader was wearing an octagonal felt hat, his face was wrinkled and very ugly.
"Sir!" The leader bowed and looked at Zhong Shan beside Sima Zongheng.
These days, there are a lot of rumors in the Holy City of Qingqiu that a generation of Holy Kings has become a hostage? Could it be him? Is he Zhong Shan?
A hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the leading official.
"Sima Sanguang, this is the Great Saint King Zhongshan! Now he has been sealed by me and looks like a mortal!" Sima Zongheng said calmly.
"Oh?" All the officials looked at Zhong Shan together.
At this moment, Zhong Shan was dressed in black robes, his demeanor remained the same, and he didn't look like a prisoner at all.
"Sir, was the third young master killed by him?" Sima Sanguang looked at Zhong Shan and said with hatred.
"Sima Ce did not commit suicide, but he is also related to him. Now that he is a vassal of our court, we must not be rude to him!" Sima Zongheng said in a deep voice.
"Huh?" Sima Sanguang nodded slightly.
Don't be rude to him?
"Then we have to send him to hostage...!" Sima Sanguang said with doubts. But he was interrupted by Sima Zongheng in the middle of his sentence.
"He's gone anyway, send him to your place!" Sima Zongheng said.
"Where am I?" Sima Sanguang said in shock.
"Yes, find the cleanest place there." Sima Zongheng said with an evil smile.
"The purest? The eighteenth floor?" Sima Sanguang asked tentatively.
"Well, just over there, treat me well!" Sima Zongheng said with an evil smile.
Seeing Sima Zongheng's expression, Sima Sanguang immediately understood the meaning. Treat him well? Eighteenth floor? Can you treat him well? In the past, the third young master and Sima Zongheng were the best. The third young master died because of Zhong Shan, and Sima Zongheng didn't torture him to death.
?
"Yes, I will not let you down!"
"It's still ten miles from here to your place. Zhongshan is just a mortal now. Don't go too hastily. Let him see the Qingqiu Holy City!"
"yes!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
After Sima Zongheng finished making arrangements, he laughed loudly and disappeared in front of everyone with a flick of his sleeves.
"King Zhong Sheng, come with us!" Sima Sanliang laughed.
Sima Sanliang's heart was full of satisfaction. The majestic Holy King had now become his own prisoner?
In Qingqiu Holy Capital, a place with countless nobles, although Sima Sanliang commanded the Qingqiu Prison, his status was really too low. That is to say, this kind of person who had no status and was always criticized, suddenly 'controlled' the fate of a holy king.
, how can Sima Sanliang be dissatisfied?
"Yeah!" Zhong Shan nodded. Zhong Shan shouldn't be angry with this kind of person.
A group of people were walking along a street.
Sima Sanliang seemed not to be satisfied yet, so he thought for a moment and said: "You guys, please spread the word everywhere that Zhongshan has arrived in Qingqiu, on Prison Street, and will enter Qingqiu Prison soon. Hurry!"
"Yes!" Several jailers immediately flew away.
"And you, King Zhong Sheng is here, how can you walk so peacefully? Beat the gongs and drums, clear the street and clear the way!" Sima Sanliang shouted to the remaining people.
"yes!"
"Hahahaha!" Sima Sanliang was extremely proud.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
A sound of gongs and drums sounded, and people on the street retreated, standing on both sides looking at this strange combination.
"Everyone, this is the Zhongsheng King of Da'ao!" Sima Sanliang shouted loudly.
"The Holy King of Da'ao?"
"He is the Holy King of Da'ao?"
"What is this for? Where is Sima Sanliang taking him? Shouldn't he go to the imperial palace to confront him?"
"Should we put him in jail?"
"Is the Holy King of Da'ao living in prison?"
For a time, the entire Prison Street was boiling, and people looked at Zhongshan in the center with great curiosity.
The Holy King was imprisoned. This has never happened before. It is so strange and strange.
In an instant, the news spread like wildfire and spread rapidly to all directions.
"King Zhong Sheng is here, on Prison Street!"
"*** at the Prison Street and enter the Qingqiu Prison immediately!"
More and more people are coming around. This news came out a few days ago, but people have always been skeptical. Is it really coming now?
The ten-mile long street is not that easy to walk, and besides, Zhongshan is still in mortal form.
More and more people gathered around.
"Look, that's Zhong Shan!"
"Have you seen that the Great Saint King is nothing more than this!"
"When you arrive at Qingqiu, no matter how strong and noble you are, you must bow your head!"
The crowd was talking a lot. Sima Sanliang's face was very proud. He had never received so much attention before. Although it was not about himself, it was because of him that so many people came.
Zhong Shan didn't say anything from beginning to end. Indeed, Zhong Shan was very uncomfortable being looked at like a monkey, but he also knew the mentality of these people. Only cowards and people who can't stand on the stage would take pleasure in others' misfortune.
Today they are prisoners of the rank and file, being ridiculed by others, and tomorrow they are roaring with pride for nine days. What will their expressions be like?
Of course, Zhong Shan had never suffered such a big loss. Although he was very 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 didn't resist. He was too calm. It would have been great if he resisted, cursed, and took action. Then he could show his fierce power, but Zhong Shan was too restless.
, he was silent at all, what a coward.
Coward? When Sima Sanguang sees Zhong Shan's strength, he won't think so.
In the ten-mile prison street, Zhong Shan was ridiculed all the time, but he never said a word. He walked all the way to the end, to a formation area guarded by countless soldiers.
Qingqiu Prison.
I was in deep embarrassment inside, so I bypassed more than a dozen checkpoints and walked to the interior. There were a large number of palaces inside, and the largest palace had a big word "Prison" written on its plaque.
The noisy scene outside had already aroused the curiosity of all the officials in Qingqiu Prison. When Sima Sanliang brought Zhong Shan, everyone craned their necks to look at Zhong Shan and the strange holy king.
"Liuding, Liujia!" Sima Sanliang shouted.
"Sir, here we come!" Two jailers rushed forward quickly.
"Find a remote place and send him to prison!" Sima Sanliang said solemnly.
"But, sir, we are in charge of the eighteenth level of hell! Is there something wrong with him?" one of them shouted.
"Isn't it right? What's wrong? I'll take care of anything. Go quickly!" Sima Sanliang said.
"Yes!" Liu Ding Liujia responded immediately.
The adults have said it, so why should we not follow it?
Zhong Shan did not refute. As Liu Ding Liujia walked towards the hall called "Prison", Sima Sanliang looked at Zhong Shan's back, his eyes gradually getting cold.
In the main hall, there are eighteen circular black platforms.
"Go to this prison platform!" Liu Ding Liujia said.
Zhongshan stepped up, and suddenly, countless colorful lights shone around the black platform, and for a moment it seemed as if the entire black platform was shaking.
After five breaths of shock, Zhong Shan felt his whole body suddenly feel heavy, as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back. The colored lights all around suddenly disappeared, and even the previous black platform disappeared.
Zhong Shan appeared in another place.
The sky was gloomy, with a large number of plague bugs floating in all directions, and a strong smell of rotting corpses filling the air. This was a huge circular valley with a diameter of hundreds of miles. There was a thick black air on the mountain, emitting a
There is a palpitating aura. In the center, a beam of light reaches the sky and the earth.
Zhongshan is leaning against the foot of the mountain, close to the mountain. On its side is a circle with a radius of ten feet, but a small half of the circle is embedded in the mountain. When Zhongshan comes closer, a large amount of black light suddenly emits from the edge of the circle, making it impossible to touch.
Draw the ground as a prison. You can't get out and can only move within this ten feet radius?
In this valley, there are nearly 20,000 ring cells like Zhongshan. Prisoners are held in nearly 10,000 cells, some only hold one, and some hold several at the same time. Many prisoners are haggard and disheveled at the moment.
"Ka!" One of them suddenly had his chest sunken, vomiting blood, and died just like that!
He was crushed to death by himself.
Zhong Shan immediately discovered the wonder of this place, with a gravity of more than 200,000 times. The people here should have been intoxicated with magic power and looked like mortals. They could only resist the gravity of more than 200,000 times with their powerful bodies.
The eight levels of hell are really not accessible to ordinary people.
Zhong Shan does not feel much burden due to his abnormally strong body.
Zhong Shan leaned against the foot of the mountain and sat cross-legged.
"Hululu!"
"Hululu!"
As soon as Zhong Shan sat down, he heard a strange sound. He turned his head and raised his jaw slightly.
Potted plants? Purify the air? A large number of potted plants surround a table and a big bed in the center. The table is filled with various delicacies. On the big bed, a fat man in yellow clothes has two cotton balls stuffed in his ears, holding a
He was sleeping soundly as if there was no one beside him, and his pleasant snores were particularly harsh in the ears of the prisoners.
Is it still so comfortable after reaching the eighteenth level of hell?
"Hey, kid, what crime did you commit that sent you to the eighteenth level of hell?" Suddenly a man with a sinister face shouted.
"Yes, it has been locked up for eight thousand years. Tell us, what is it like outside?"
"I'm asking you a question, boy, you're looking for death!" the man with a sinister face shouted.
Zhong Shan ignored it and sat cross-legged like an old monk in meditation.