"What do you think this prison looks like?"

"It's like hell. ”

Many years ago, when Zhe Dan and Qing Xuan first stepped into the heavenly prison of the Heavenly Court, they had such an exclamation.

Now that he has revisited the old place, Zhi Dan is not there, but Qing Xuan's face is quiet and abnormal.

After that battle between gods and demons, the Heavenly Court all took on some new faces. Qing Xuan and Zhe Dan took the initiative to go to the lower realm, otherwise this heavenly prison would become their future destination.

They are immortals from ancient times, and their power is so powerful that they are feared by the Heavenly Court. Most people only know about the battle between gods and demons, but they don't know about the murder of immortals by the Heavenly Court. They have orchestrated the murder as suicide, and the wails from the thirty-third heaven until now will be heard in the quiet of the night along with the terrible evening breeze. Qing Xuan only remembered that he glanced back, and he saw red clouds floating on the palace, and the Yao Pond made of blood was steaming hot.

He stood on his feet and withdrew his thoughts.

This time, it was still sneaky to come to the prison. He still wanted to go back alive to see his apprentice.

In front of him was a ruined palace, buried deep in the depths of the prison. In other words, the prison existed to cover up the palace.

There seemed to be a faint layer of mist floating in the palace, and Qing Xuan opened his divine sense only to find that it was a golden inscription, which permanently isolated the inside from the outside world, and no one seemed to be able to cross it except for the person who set it up.

Qing Xuan sighed deeply as he heard the sound of heavy chains. The sound came from far and near, and a slender figure slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a young man in red, who looked a little pale from being locked up here for many years. His pupils are a golden color that is almost demonic, but for some reason they always hang down, and they look very gray.

He stood still in front of Qing Xuan, listening carefully to the movement in front of him, obviously he heard Qing Xuan's breathing, and asked out loud, "Who is it?"

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for too long, his voice sounded a little hoarse.

It's just that he hasn't seen him for a year, and he's been tormented like this by this darkness. Qing Xuan looked at him, and his eyes turned red almost all of a sudden. He tried to settle his mind and replied as calmly as possible, "I'm Qingxuan. ”

Hearing this, he immediately raised his head, and his godless pupils seemed to be trying to distinguish who was coming, and a strange and excited look appeared on his face. He walked a few steps forward quickly, and Qing Xuan subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop him from touching that layer of inscriptions, but he just stopped.

"Tianzun, you're late this time. He tilted his head and smiled, looking like he had a three-point evil spirit, which made people feel more and more dangerous. But Qing Xuan knew that it was not him who was in danger, it was the person in his body, Hou Qing.

Hou Qing is a demon god, a killing star, and a person who was feared by all the ancient gods during the flood period. Nuwa united Houtu, Ziwei, Gou Chen, and Jizo to seal it with the Five Elements Formation. But he didn't expect that thousands of years later, the seal of the battle between gods and demons would collapse, and Hou Qing's weak soul invaded Jingmo's body from his eyes.

He still remembered the ostentatious teenager who trembled and knelt down to cover his eyes and screamed in pain. Blood was pouring from his fingers, and an unapproachable demonic aura lingered around him.

Later, he became the queen secretary, and he turned the battlefield of the war between gods and demons into a place where countless gods and demons were buried. There was a rain of blood in the sky, and it was the fresh blood of the dead. Qing Xuan was young and vigorous at that time, and he desperately snatched back Jingmo's consciousness in the hands of Hou Qing. The Heavenly Court wanted to unite with the ancient gods to kill him again, but there were very few remaining immortals, and this perfect opportunity was missed. Later, he took the initiative to come here and locked himself in the deepest part of the prison. He didn't want to become that monster again.

This dilapidated palace was once part of the Old Heavenly Court.

Qing Xuan opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. He looked at the person in front of him with some sadness, this once high-flying and domineering young man, who had become the pale appearance he is now, confined to this cage, day after day, year after year. Sadly, his eyes have not been able to see a shred of light since that day, and he can't even see what the place where he was being held was like. Qing Xuan lowered his head and glanced at the cup in his hand, and sighed softly.

"Hou Qing hadn't spoken to me for a long time, and he seemed to be asleep. Jingmo didn't seem to want any gap between the two of them, so he broke the silence with some urgency, but this sentence alerted Qing Xuan.

"You're saying he's unresponsive?"

"It should be like this, I don't know when it started, he stopped bewitching me, and he stopped talking to me. ”

This is the most terrifying thing, because then it is no longer possible to know what Hou Qing is thinking. Qing Xuan's brows furrowed, and he said to Jing Mo with some seriousness, "What have you been thinking about lately?"

Jing Mo was a little confused, and a strange expression appeared on his face: "What?"

"You've been late, you've been thinking. He repeated: "I think it's possible that your thoughts influenced him." He probably sensed something, and then he fell silent. ”

Jing Mo lowered his head and thought for a while, he sat down cross-legged directly, trying to return to his usual state.

"That's how I usually ...... I'm thinking, it's been a long time since I've touched the sun, it's been a long time since I've heard a sound. I wonder if I didn't make a sound around me...... Now I want to see you. ”

Qing Xuan also learned from him to sit down cross-legged, and found that Jingmo was tilting his head to listen to his movements.

"I still want to die. He laughs.