Northwest of Great Qi, Nine Prisons, Sunset Plain.

The famous Nine Prisons is not a simple pass, it is located on the west side of the northwest of Daqi, which is an extremely vast area and extremely complex terrain.

The warriors who were sealed here divided the Nine Prisons according to the terrain, and the outermost part was divided into Sunset Plain, Blood River Mountain, Swallowing Heaven River, Yingling Valley, Guillotine Lake, and Soul Tomb.

In hundreds of years of bloody battles and tug-of-war wars, the Great Qi Emperor organized three attacks against the Nine Prisons, in which the Zhanjia was the main force of the frontal battlefield, and the great cultivators of other cultivation sects were the assault elite, and they fought to the death with the monsters and demons from the Nine Prisons, as well as the subordinates of the Nine Prisons Hades.

Countless sons and daughters of the warriors threw their heads and spilled their blood here, the place where their blood flowed was called the Blood River Mountain, the valley where they died in battle was called the Valley of the Heroic Spirit, the lake where they were ambushed was called the Lake of Guillotine, and the hills where they were surrounded by the tide of monsters and beasts but swore not to surrender, and finally all died in battle, are called the Tomb of Lost Souls.

In this part of the Nine Prisons, behind every murderous and extremely depressing name, there is the bloody history of the warlords.

In order to resist the invasion of the Nine Prisons Hades King, countless great cultivators and generations of Zhanjia disciples died in battle, but generation after generation of Zhanjia disciples were selected, armed to the teeth, and then sent to the Nine Prisons, where the battles were most frequent and tragic.

But these Zhanjia disciples never had any hesitation when they died generously, they sang passionately, and they did not spin their heels, because each generation of the Zhanjia family has extremely excellent leaders who lead them to victory, and Zhan Qitian, the eldest son of Zhan Fenghou, is the most outstanding among them!

At this time, the sunset was full of smoke, the flag was broken, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and there were huge monsters lying on the plain, they fell to the ground like a hill, and there were countless dead warrior disciples lying on their bodies, some of them were holding magic spears, and the body of the spear was pierced on the body of the monster, and from a distance it looked like a hedgehog full of thorns, and their whole person almost seemed to be integrated with the spear, even if they died, they were hanging on the body of the monster, and they did not fall, and their hands were still holding the spear in their hands.

Other warriors were crushed under the monsters, and only when they got closer could they see that their arms and legs were leaking out, but their bodies were so pressed that they couldn't see at all.

The blood of these soldiers flowed slowly, mixed with the green blood of the monsters, and flowed all over the ground.

These are all the soldiers of the Prison Legion, one of the most elite legions of the warriors, and the strength of each of them is comparable to that of a high-level foundation building monk, but in this terrifying battlefield, they have died in pieces.

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

The surviving warriors methodically searched around the battlefield, some of them were responsible for collecting unbroken weapons, others were responsible for searching for broken weapons, transporting them to the wagons behind them, and then sending them to the rear to be reforged.

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

Zhan Qitian was wearing dragon pattern armor, the armor on his body was full of cracks, and there were claw marks and slashed cracks everywhere that the monster had scratched, ordinary people took a look at it, and they couldn't believe that such a broken armor could still be intact, and the owner wearing it could still move normally with a normal complexion!

Everywhere Zhan Qitian went, the surrounding prison envoys all stood solemnly, they respectfully beat their chests with their hands, stood up and saluted to Zhan Qitian, and looked at the future head of the Zhan family with warm and fanatical eyes.

The tall man looked excessively young, his face was unusually handsome, but the years of conquest had caused his handsome face to have three more scars, one of which rose near his left eyebrow, passed under his eye socket to the bridge of his nose, and as soon as he blinked, the moment his eyes closed, he could see the complete scar from between the eyebrows, through the eyelids, and then to the bridge of the nose.

The second scar was on the right cheek, from top to bottom, and the third was on his chin, the third was the battle medal left by the monster's claws as it scratched across his face.

Zhan Qitian walked through the sea of corpse mountains and blood, he glanced around indifferently, and asked the adjutant who was accompanying him lightly: "How many are dead?"

The adjutant said bitterly: "The Prison Legion lost more than 1,000 people and wounded more than 3,000 people. ”

Zhan Qitian was silent for a while, and said, "Half of my Hell Legion is gone......

The adjutant sighed and looked sad: "Yes!" Immediately, he asked puzzled and a little angry: "Young master, what are we doing to fill this bottomless pit with generations of sons and daughters of the Zhan family? How many people have died along the way! Is this place really worth our sacrifice!"

Zhan Qitian glanced at him and said, "As long as you take the Sunset Plain, 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 froze, he opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed it back, he lowered his head and said respectfully: "Yes!"

Zhan Qitian said: "Pass the order, set up here tonight, immediately transfer the Wuwei Legion and the Shenwei Legion to replace the Hell Legion, and let them go down to rest and recuperate." At the same time, the Divine Soldier Legion came up and immediately set up camp to build a pass! Three days later, the Nine Prisons will definitely fight back!"

The adjutant's expression was abrupt, he pounded his chest, and was just about to leave, when suddenly the earth shook violently, and a huge hill suddenly arched on the ground of more than 20 meters in the battle sky, and then a wild python monster broke out of the ground!

"Howl!!"

In the middle of the battlefield where the corpses were piled up, this wild python was more than thirty meters high, and after it broke through the ground and rose into the sky, it roared towards Zhan Qitian, and then roared and pounced on him.

From afar, everyone smelled a poisonous smell that made them sick, and the weaker prison envoy was already blue at this time, spat out blood, and fell to the ground.

The prison envoys and officers who were closer to Zhan Qitian rushed to Zhan Qitian in horror, desperately trying to block the middle between this reckless monster and Zhan Qitian.

In their opinion, they could die 10,000 times, but they must not have any mistakes in the battle of Qi Tian! Being able to die for the Dragon King of Prison is the supreme honor of the entire Prison Suppression Legion.

Zhan Qitian stared coldly at the python monster whose body was like a wave of rage, his face was not wavering, and he did not have any fear or panic.

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

Then Zhan Qitian stared at this extremely fierce python monster, sneered disdainfully, his palms of both hands slowly raised in his chest, and two tumbling flames appeared in the palms of his palms, and the flames quickly converged and formed, one changed into a red fire dragon, and the other changed into a white fire dragon.

Zhan Qitian raised his hands, his palms were facing outward, the palm roots were close to the palm roots, and the flame mad dragon in his hands suddenly erupted!

"Dragon Flame Soul Wave!!"

This is the world-famous stunt of Zhan Qitian, two dragon flames erupted from his palm, these two dragon flames were only small at the beginning, but after spewing out two or three meters away, the small pillar of fire immediately turned into a large pillar of fire, and when it was sprayed out five or six meters away, these two pillars of fire had already turned into a fierce and boiling flame dragon!

The two dragons roared, roaring forward, sweeping forward, sweeping forward!

Everyone saw Zhan Qitian's hands release the Dragon Flame Soul Wave, and these two pillars of sky-high fire immediately devoured all the incomparably huge Pythons, and the huge bodies of the Pythons that were originally imposing and overwhelming were all burned clean by the Dragon Flame Soul Waves, and there was not even a piece of scale armor left!

The two dragons rushed towards the sky, and everything disappeared where they passed, if it weren't for the huge dirt pit left on the ground, and the strong scorching smell in the air, as if the python had never appeared.

Reckless monster, this is a powerful monster that is enough to fight to the death with a hundred elite prison envoys, but in the hands of Zhan Qitian, it can't even support a breath!

This is the Dragon King of Prison Town, who is known as the number one in the world among the younger generation of cultivators: Battle Qi Tian!

Although the prison envoys on the field had seen many such scenes, they were still excited and frenzied at this time, shouting in unison: "Dragon King! Dragon King!"

Zhan Qitian's face still did not fluctuate, until he suddenly sensed an unprecedentedly powerful aura descending from the sky, he raised his head, looked at the sky, and saw a fluttering and weak figure descending from the sky with a long sword on his back.

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

It's Zhao Feiyue!