The dark night is embedded with a full moon, and the mountains are covered with layers of silver veil.

The long steps are like snakes, winding through the steep peaks and broken walls, winding straight up and not knowing how many feet, but they are abruptly broken in front of a long iron bridge that pours gold.

The bridge is called the Bridge of No Return.

Flames burned on both sides of the dark golden iron bridge, like two red and yellow dragons dancing and swaying in the paint, illuminating the entire long bridge spanning the abyss.

At the end of the bridge is the famous Dali Heavenly Prison on the rivers and lakes.

At this time, it is the time to hand over the shift. The steps leading to the deep mountain are hazy, and the rustling footsteps are particularly abrupt on this lonely mountain. On the long winding white stone steps, more than a dozen Tsing Yi guards wearing herring brocade official uniforms were lazily marching with torches, and in the middle was a young man with shackles, led by the detention captain who was cursing and complaining constantly while walking.

"Fucking in the middle of the night to take this shit, your kid is so bold, even Princess Dali dares to offend!"

It is no wonder that the detention captain is so angry, and the escort to the Dali Heavenly Prison is usually daylight, and he will be notified in advance. Such a sudden escort as tonight may not be encountered once in ten years.

The young man who was escorted was a little angry when he heard this, and said quietly: "If you don't want to be escorted, let me go, what is a little broken official dragging?"

The detainee captain suddenly scolded me, and said that you little hairy boy still dare to mumble to Lao Tzu, and suddenly raised his leg and kicked the young man's chest, and the young man screamed and hit the detained officers and soldiers behind, and fainted in the blink of an eye.

"Damn, why can't you help kicking like this!"

The captain of the detention team was angry and depressed, and ordered the next few people to carry the prisoner on his shoulders before continuing his march.

After a stick of incense, the detention team carried the young man to the bridge of no return, and as he stopped, the surrounding area became audible with falling pins, and in the silence there was a very shrill snoring sound.

"Fuck it!"

The captain of the detention team stepped forward and tore off the young man and threw him to the ground, and with a bang, the young man's body shook and the clods of dirt cracked. But when he woke up, he stretched out on the ground with a comfortable face, and then slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body casually, and looked at the long iron-locked bridge in front of him as if no one was around.

The captain of the detention team looked at his feet, then at the young man with a senseless face, and immediately kicked the young man's waist in disbelief.

Only this time, before the detainee captain could kick him, he felt that his ankle was grabbed by a palm like an iron hoop, and as soon as his head was raised, he felt that the sky was spinning, and the whole person fell upside down and fell heavily to the ground. The captain was so sore that he almost fell apart, and the young man in his eyes looked at him with a smile on the full moon, and shook his finger at him, and then his mind was unconscious.

The other detained officers and soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then they immediately pulled out the long knives at their waists, looked at the young man in a solemn manner, and did not forget to say while drawing their knives: "Da Li Tianjiao, don't be presumptuous!"

The young man still looked like he was smiling, and he turned around and walked onto the bridge of no return. As he walked, he took out a silver-white rakshasa mask and put it on, but what was terrifying was that with every step he took, the torches on the bridge were extinguished, like a real human rakshasa, and darkness followed everywhere he went.

Those officers and soldiers broke out in a cold sweat, and they all woke up from their laziness at this moment, looking at the back at a loss.

There are two kinds of people imprisoned in this prison, one is the most vicious people, most of whom are stained with corpses and blood, and this kind of people are basically going to die a tragic death in the eighteen tortures. The other is the Dali royal family who violated the law of death, and was imprisoned in the Dali Heavenly Prison and could not leave forever.

And for a moment just now, they clearly felt an unprecedented evil aura rushing straight to their souls!

"Let's just escort, regardless of what happens after crossing the bridge, let's get out of this broken ground quickly!"

In a gloomy place like this, you can feel your scalp tingle at first glance. A team of officers and soldiers hurriedly picked up the fainting captain and left the bridge of no return.

On the Bridge of No Return, the young man wore a Rakshasa mask and walked to the other end of the bridge step by step, the fire dragons on both sides were shortened until the last torch was extinguished, and he was about to set foot on the lonely peak under the full moon, but a cold voice came from there-

"This mask...... The Silver Rakshasa of the Red Snow Pavilion came to me in the middle of the night, what did you do?"

"Oh?" the young man retracted his feet in some surprise when he heard this, and his eyebrows were thoughtful, "There is a warden and three prisoners in the Great Heavenly Prison. The Mid-Autumn Festival is imminent, and the warden should have entered the Beijing Saint, accompanied by the sword ghost Zhang Xiuchen, and he will not be here. And the day before yesterday, Liao Beifeng, the prison director, went to the west to sit in Fengze again...... Then you are - Zong Qianjiao. ”

In the darkness, the man's body moved slightly, his eyes looked at the young man through the darkness, and snorted coldly: "You haven't answered my question yet!"

The young man raised his head slightly and calmly looked at the darkness in front of him, the smiling face of the evil ghost on the Rakshasa mask was even more cold and evil when it was raised, and a gentle voice came from under the mask: "Since Chongying is a person from the Red Snow Pavilion, no matter where he goes, he will only do business. ”

"Do business, I advise you, Dali Prison is not a good place to do business!" the man's tone grew colder and colder in the dark.

Chong Ming looked around, and said seriously: "Yes, this place is strange and dark, and it is really not suitable for business." So you'd better get out of the way quickly, and I'll leave with a business." ”

Although the man in the darkness spoke sharply, he was not sure in his heart whether he could stop this rising star known as the "No. 1 Assassin of the Red Character Hall".

Chong Ming didn't wait for the man's reply and stepped on the door of the Great Departure Prison, he couldn't wait, the Bai Ji Noodle Restaurant was about to close in half an hour, and the proprietress was about to go home for the holiday, and if she missed it, she would have to wait for a month.

As soon as Chong Ming stepped on the ground, he saw a sword light in front of him suddenly pierce through the air and slash at his head!

He dodged as lightly as a swallow, and in the next moment, his breath changed and he rushed forward like an eagle sweeping through the air, and before the crushed clod of earth fell, he had already rushed into front of the swordsman hidden in the darkness!

I saw that this person had a scar on his face, was dressed in a red robe, had a pair of cold eyes like stars, and two knives in his hands like hooking the moon - it was the Zong Qianjiao known as the Jianghu Hell Knife.

"Zong Qianjiao, your Hell Sword Technique has thirty-six forms, but there is a fatal flaw, so you can't beat me. ”

The figure of Chong Ming narrowly avoided the dazzling sharp knife again and again, and seemed to fall faintly down the peak, but his mouth was unforgiving.

Zong Qianjiao's moves became more and more spicy, but he also felt more and more frightened. At first glance, it seems to be a great luck talisman, and every time he dodges at the last moment, how can he not see that this young assassin who has been famous for less than two years has obviously not taken it seriously!

"Hmph, I admit that you are extraordinary! However, whether you are really talented or tricky depends on my sword and hell delusion!"

Hearing only a "clang" sound, Zong Qianjiao's two knives suddenly merged from the handle, like two moon arcs, as if there was a breath floating out of the long knife, dissolving in the darkness and covering a hundred feet in a radius!

A smile flashed in Chongming's deep eyes, even if the ten thousand ghosts in his ears cried, he didn't seem to care, he said: "Jiuwen Sect's Thousand Tribulation Hell Knife is invincible in the world, it is better to see it than to hear it, your knife is much stronger than Liao Beifeng's!"

Zong Qianjiao was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly realized: "The mysterious person who attacked Liao Beifeng in Fengze is also you?"

"Yes, too. ”

Zong Qianzai gritted his teeth, this trick used to transfer the tiger away from the mountain was really no temper. His eyes changed, and he didn't think much about it, and the earth-shattering aura suddenly condensed on the blade of the long knife, and even the light of the cold moon was covered at this moment!

Scorna –

The ink-black knife cut through the air, and the billowing evil qi turned into a demon phantom and roared and shot out, and the ground rolled upside down wherever it passed, and the dust flew and the stones danced!

"I see, I see. ”

Chongming suddenly smiled, even through the mask, he seemed to be able to imagine that smile, a smile of enlightenment. Two ten-inch-long stalkless blades slipped out of his sleeves and clamped between his hands.

"Hellish Delusion. ”

He thought silently in his heart, and in an instant, a strong evil aura rose up to the sky, like a prison enveloping half a mountain!

Between the lightning and flint, the evil qi suddenly poured into the cold blade, and then, in the dumbfounded expression of Zong Qianjiao, the cold blade flew out of his hand, and when it pierced the sword qi demon shadow, it was like fire melting ice and snow, and it was unstoppable, and it was infinitely magnified in his eyes in the blink of an eye!

Zong Qianjiao couldn't open his eyes, the wind blew his robe and long hair hunting wildly, after a long time the wind stopped, Zong Qianjiao opened his eyes, he saw that the cold blade in front of him did not pierce his head, just hovered quietly, and with a wave of his hand, the two cold blades flew back into his sleeve.

Zong Qianjiao looked at Chong Ming with a complicated mind, he didn't know why Chong Ming didn't kill him, but what he cared more about was not this, "How did you learn the Hundred Hells Demon Delusion?

"Zong Si Prison is stupid, right? Martial arts is not just drinking water and eating, how can you see the moves at a glance. You learned this hellish sword technique from the old sword demon, and the old sword demon has two apprentices. It's a pity that the eldest apprentice didn't learn as much as the second apprentice, so I had to take risks and sharpen my knives on the spot. Chongming sighed.

"Do you still have this purpose when you took Liao Beifeng?" Zong Qianqi was shocked, "Then what if you didn't realize it just now?"

Behind him, there was a cliff, and behind him was the abyss. He couldn't help but touch his chin: "Then I'm already dead." ”

"You're not afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid. ”

"Then you dare?"

"Dare. ”

Chongying's words made Zong Qianjiao's full of question marks turn into a strong jealousy, no wonder everyone outside weighed Chongshen is a silver rakshasa , and the young man wearing a mask in front of him is clearly a madman, a completely unhuman madman.

Chong Ming walked towards the gate by himself, and suddenly twelve figures flashed out and blocked in front of him, and the twelve prison guards of the Great Heavenly Prison were slaughtered.

Zong Qianqi said coldly: "The Red Snow Pavilion dares to touch the scale of the Great Separation Heavenly Prison, are you ready to bear the wrath of the royal family?"

Chong meditated for a while, and when a coquettish woman with creamy skin appeared in his mind, he trembled and retracted his thoughts.

Chong Ming was a little lacking in confidence, but he still stubbornly said, "This ...... Of course. ”

In the dim light, Zong Qianjie didn't notice the subtle changes in the heavy darkness, he waved his hand at the twelve prison guards, and the twelve prison guards suddenly disappeared into the darkness.

Chong Ying thanked him, and walked into the Great Heavenly Prison with a burst of ghostly fire.

"Can the ancient warden stop him?"

Zong Qianjiao suddenly had a thought in his heart, and turned to look at the figure that disappeared in the darkness. After a long time, he shook his head self-deprecatingly, he really trained his brain, the ancient warden was a real Fenghua Xuanjing Grandmaster, although Chongying was powerful, he seemed to be still in the Divine Breath Realm like him, and it was impossible to defeat the warden.

In less than a hundred breaths, the heavy soul returned.

"So fast?"

Zong Qianjiao's eyes were shocked, there were thousands of prisoners in the Great Separation Heavenly Prison, how could Chong Ming finish his business so quickly?

"Of course you have to be fast, otherwise the noodle shop will be closed, and I will eat a bowl of noodle soup every time I kill someone. ”

Zong Qianzai was surprised: "Noodle restaurant, are you in such a hurry to eat noodles?"

"Can't you kill when you're full?"

"No, you have to kill people before you eat. ”

"What's the difference?"

"There is no difference. ”

"Then why can't you eat before you kill?"

"I just can't. ”

Chong Ming walked across the Bridge of No Return, leaving Zong Qianjiao with a bewildered face to stay in place, muttering, "Are all madmen a tendon?"