After several days of flying, Zhong Shan and Sima Zongheng finally arrived in the holy capital of Qingzai.

Qingqiu Holy Capital, that is between the vast mountain range, the mountains of the Great Thousand World are not at all comparable to the mountains of the Small Thousand Worlds, a towering mountain, tens of thousands of miles high. As far as the eye could see, the endless mountains were endless, and a large number of cultivators flew over in all directions. A large number of fox tribes run between the mountains and forests.

In the mist-shrouded Qingqiu Holy Capital, there are a large number of floating islands in the sky, infinite golden light descends from the sky, and the vast luck is several times more than that of the Lingxiao Heavenly Court!

In the middle of this mountainous area, it is divided into many areas, each with its own downtown.

"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 Qingqiu Holy Capital. Several primordial officials quickly ushered in. The first one wore an octagonal felt hat and had a wrinkled face, which was very ugly.

"My lord!" said the man, bowing to him. At the same time, he looked at Zhong Shan beside Sima Zongheng.

These days, the Qingqiu Holy Capital is boiling over, and a generation of Saint Kings has become hostages? Could it be him, he is Zhong Shan?

A hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the official at the head.

"Sima Sanguang, this is Zhongshan Mountain, the Holy King of Dajing! Now it has been sealed by me, and it is like a mortal *......" Sima Zongheng said lightly.

"Oh?" the officials looked at Zhong Shan together.

At this moment, Zhong Shan is dressed in a black robe, and his demeanor is still the same, and he does not look like a prisoner at all.

"My lord, the third young master was killed by him?", Sima Sanguang looked at Zhong Shan and said hatefully.

"Sima Ce didn't kill him, but he also has something to do with him, and now he is a vassal of my dynasty, so you 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 send him to the ...... of hostage," ......!" Sima Sanguang said with a look of doubt. But as soon as he was halfway through speaking, he was interrupted by Sima Zongheng.

"He doesn't have any reason anyway, send him to you!" Sima Zongheng said.

"I, I'm there......" Sima Sanguang said in astonishment.

"Yes, you can find the cleanest place there. Sima Zongheng said with a wicked smile.

"The purest eighteenth layer?", Sima Sanguang asked tentatively.

"Well, it's over there, "Good hospitality!", Sima Zongheng said with a wicked smile.

Seeing Sima Zongheng's expression, Sima Sanguang immediately understood the meaning, "Good hospitality? Eighteen floors? Can you entertain well?" In the past, the third young master and Sima Zongheng were the best, and the third young master died because of Zhong Shan, and Sima Zongheng didn't kill him?"

"Yes, the subordinates will not let the adults down!", "There are still ten miles from here to you, Zhong Shan is just a mortal now" Don't go too quickly, let him have a good look at the Qingqiu Holy Capital!"

"Yes!", "Hahahaha!", Sima Zongheng finished arranging, and disappeared in front of everyone with a flick of his sleeves in laughter.

"Saint King Zhong, come with us!", Sima Sanliang laughed.

Sima Sanliang's heart was full of satisfaction, a dignified generation of holy kings, and now he has become his own prisoner?

In the Qingqiu Holy Capital, a place where there are countless nobles, although Sima Sanliang is in charge of the Qingqiu Prison, his status is really too low" is this kind of person who has no status and is angry everywhere, and suddenly" grasps the fate of a holy king, how can Sima Sanliang be unhappy?

"Hmm!", Zhong Shan nodded. For this kind of person, Zhong Shan is not angry.

A group of people walked along a street Tima Sanliang didn't seem to be satisfied, thought for a while and said: "A few of you, spread it around for me, just say that Zhongshan has arrived in Qingqiu" On the prison street, he immediately entered the Qingqiu prison. Quick!", "Yes!" Several prison soldiers flew away immediately.

"And you, Zhong Shengwang is here, how can you go so calmly? Beat the gongs and drums, clean the street and open the way!", Sima Sanliang shouted to the rest of the people.

"Yes*......"

"Hahahaha!", Sima Sanliang was extremely proud.

"Bang ......" "Bang......

A gong and drum sounded, and the people on the street retreated, standing on both sides and watching this strange combination.

"Everyone, this is the Saint King Zhong of great love!", Sima Sanliang shouted.

"The Saint King of Love*......"

"He is the Saint King of Love*......"

"What is this for? Where is Sima Sanliang taking him? Shouldn't he go to the Imperial Palace?", "Are you going to put him in prison?", "The Holy King of Great Love lives in prison?", for a while, the entire prison street was boiling, and people looked at Zhongshan in the central government with great curiosity.

The Holy King is in prison, something that has never happened before, it's so strange."

For a while, the news spread quickly in all directions.

"Zhong Shengwang is coming" in the big prison street * ......"

"Parade on the Great Prison Street, enter the Qingqiu Prison immediately!", more and more people gathered around" The news came out a few days ago, but people have been skeptical, and now it is really here?

The ten-mile long street is not so easy to walk, and the current Zhongshan is still in a mortal form.

More and more people gathered around.

"Look, that's Zhong Shan!"

"See, the Great Love Saint King, it's nothing more than that!", when it comes to my youth, no matter how strong and noble you are, you must bow your head!"

There was a lot of discussion. Sima Sanliang's face was very proud. I've never been so concerned, although it's not about myself, it's because of myself that so many people came. Zhong Shan didn't say anything the whole time. Indeed, Zhong Shan is very uncomfortable to be looked at as a monkey now, but he also knows the mentality of these people, only the kind of coward, the kind of person who can't get on the stage will gloat. Today, they have become prisoners of the ranks, ridiculed by others, and roared for nine days in the future, what kind of expressions do they have?

Of course, Zhong Shan has never suffered such a big loss, although he is very calm in his heart, but the arrogance in his bones makes Zhong Shan remember this scene deeply.

Sima Sanguang was very proud, the only deficiency was that Zhong Shan did not resist, it was too calm, if he resisted, scolded, and shot like that, then he could show his ferocity, but this Zhong Shan was too untouched, he was silent at all, what a coward.

When Sima Sanguang saw Zhong Shan's strength, he wouldn't think so.

Ten miles of prison street, Zhong Shan was mocked. But he never said a word. Walked all the way to the end to a formation area guarded by countless soldiers.

Qingqiu Prison.

The interior is deeply embarrassed, bypassing more than a dozen checkpoints, and walking to the interior, there are a large number of palaces inside, and the plaque of the largest palace has a big "prison, word."

The noisy scene outside had already aroused the curiosity of all the officials in Qingqiu Prison, and when Sima Sanliang brought Zhong Shan over, everyone stretched their necks to look at Zhong Shan and look at the strange Saint King.

"Jiuding, Jiujia*......" Sima Sanliang shouted.

"My lord, here comes *......" The two prison cars rushed forward.

"Find a remote place and send him to prison!", Sima Sanliang said in a deep voice.

"But, my lord, we are in charge of the eighteenth layer of hell!

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I'll take care of it. Don't go to the ...... yet," Sima Sanliang said.

"Yes!", Jiuding Jiujia immediately replied.

The adults have said, "What else do we not do?"

"Saint King Zhong, then please*......" Sima Sanliang sneered.

"Hmm!", Zhong Shan nodded. Zhong Shan did not refute As Jiuding Jiujia walked towards the main hall called, Prison, Sima Sanliang looked at Zhong Shan's back, and his eyes gradually became cold.

In the main hall, there are eighteen circular black tables.

"Go to this prison platform*......" Jiuding Jiujia said. Zhong Shan stepped up, and suddenly, countless colored lights shone around the black platform, and for a while, it seemed as if the entire black platform was shaking.

It was a whole time of five breaths. Zhong Shan only felt a sudden weight all over his body. It's like you're carrying a huge mountain. The colored light around them disappeared abruptly, and even the previous black platform disappeared. Zhong Shan appeared in another place.

On a gloomy and gloomy day, there were a large number of plague floating insects floating in all directions, and the air was filled with a strong smell of rotting corpses. It is a large circular valley with a diameter of a hundred miles. There was a thick black gas on the mountain, exuding a palpitating aura. In the center, a pillar leads to the sky. Zhongshan leans against the foot of the mountain against the mountain, and on the side is a circle of ten zhang square, but a small half circle enters the mountain. Zhong Shan approached the edge of the front circle, and suddenly emitted a large amount of black light, which was impossible to touch.

Draw the ground as a dungeon. Can't go out, can only move within this ten zhang radius?

In this valley, there are nearly 20,000 circle-shaped cells like Zhongshan. Nearly 10,000 cells* were filled with prisoners, some holding only one, some holding several at the same time, and many of them were now haggard and disheveled.

"Click!" one of them suddenly had a hollow chest and vomited blood, and just like that, he died!

It was crushed to death by itself. Zhong Shan immediately discovered the wonder here, more than 200,000 times the gravity, the people here should be limited in mana, like mortals, just with a strong physical body to resist these 200,000 times gravity. Eighteen layers of hell are really not something ordinary people can come to.

is so strong that the perverted body does not have much burden on Zhong Shan. Zhong Shan leaned against the foot of the mountain and sat down cross-legged.

"Purr!"

"Snorr!" Zhong Shan heard a strange voice as soon as he sat down, turned his head to look, and sighed slightly.

Potted Plants?Purify the Air?A large number of potted plants surround a table and a large bed in the center, and the table is filled with various delicacies. On the big bed, a fat man in yellow, with two cotton balls stuffed in his ears, hugged a pillow and fell asleep as if no one was around, and the sound of pleasant snoring was extremely harsh in the ears of the prisoners.

Is it so comfortable to go to the eighteenth layer of hell?

"Hey, boy, what crime did you commit and be sent to the eighteenth floor of hell?" suddenly a man with a meaty face shouted.

"Yes, it's been 8,000 years, tell us what's going on outside?", "What about you, boy, you are looking for death!", the man with a meaty face cried.

Zhong Shan ignored it and sat cross-legged like an old monk.

PS: Preview, tomorrow Zhongshan will officially start to go crazy! The Zhongshan era of Qingqiu Shengdu is coming. Ask for a commuter pass!