Chapter Sixteen Eighteen Levels of Hell

After several days of flying, Zhong Shan followed Sima Zongheng and finally arrived at the holy capital of Qingqiu.

The Holy City of Qingqiu is located between a vast mountain range. The mountains in the Great Thousand World are not comparable to the mountains in the Small Thousand World. A towering mountain is tens of thousands of miles high. At a glance, the endless mountains are endless, and there are a large number of cultivators flying by in all directions. A large number of foxes run between the mountains and forests.

In the holy capital of Qingqiu surrounded by clouds and mist, there are a large number of floating islands in the sky, and infinite golden light descends from the sky, and the vast luck is several times more than that of Lingxiao Tianting

In this continuous mountainous area, it 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 officials from the beginning quickly ushered in. The first one was wearing an octagonal felt hat, and his face was wrinkled and ugly.

"My lord" bowed and said. At the same time, he looked at Zhong Shan beside Sima Zongheng.

These days, Qingqiu's holy capital is rumored to be uproarious, and a generation of holy kings has become a hostage? Could it be him, he is Zhong Shan?

A glint of coldness flashed in the head official's eyes.

"Sima Sanguang, this is Dagong Holy King Zhongshan, who has been sealed by me now, and looks like a mortal," Sima Zongheng said flatly.

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

At this moment, Zhong Shan was dressed in a black robe, his demeanor was still the same, and he didn't look like a prisoner at all.

"My lord, he was the one who killed the third young master?" Sima Sanguang looked at Zhong Shan and said with hatred.

"Sima Ce didn't kill him, but he also has something to do with it. Now that he is a vassal, don't be rude to him," Sima Zongheng said in a deep voice.

"Huh?" Sima Sanguang grinned slightly.

Don't be rude to him?

"Then he will be sent for questioning..." Sima Sanguang said with doubts. But he was interrupted by Sima Zongheng just halfway through.

"He won't be free anyway, send him to you," Sima Zongheng said.

"Me? Where am I?" Sima Sanguang asked in surprise.

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

"The cleanest? The eighteenth floor?" Sima Sanguang asked tentatively.

"Well, just over there, treat me well," Sima Zongheng said with a wicked smile.

Seeing Sima Zongheng's expression, Sima Sanguang immediately understood the meaning, treat him well? 18th floor? Can you treat me well? In the past, the third young master and Sima Zongheng were the best friends, the third young master died because of Zhong Shan, Sima Zongheng didn't want to punish him to death?

"Yes, the subordinates will not let the adults down"

"There is still ten miles from here to yours. Zhong Shan is just a mortal now, don't go too fast, let him see Qingqiu Holy City well."

"yes"

"Ha ha ha ha"

After Sima Zongheng finished making arrangements, he flicked his sleeves while laughing and disappeared in front of everyone.

"King Zhong Sheng, come with us." Sima Sanliang laughed loudly.

Sima Sanliang's heart was full of satisfaction, the majestic generation of holy kings, and now he was reduced to his own prisoner?

In the holy capital of Qingqiu, where there are countless nobles, although Sima Sanliang is in charge of the prison in Qingqiu, his status is really too low, that is, this kind of person who has no status and is always angry, suddenly 'masters' the fate of a holy king How could Sima Sanliang be unhappy?

"En." Zhong Shan nodded. For this kind of person, Zhong Shan can't afford to be angry.

A group of people is walking along a street.

Sima Sanliang didn't seem to be satisfied, so he thought for a while and said, "You guys, tell me that Zhong Shan has arrived at Qingqiu, on Dayu Street, and will immediately enter Qingqiu Prison. Hurry up."

"Yes" several jailers flew away immediately.

"And you, King Zhong Sheng is here, how can you walk so calmly? Beat the gongs and drums to clear the streets." Sima Sanliang shouted to the rest of the people.

"yes"

"Hahahaha" Sima Sanliang was extremely proud.

"哐" "哐"………………………

A sound of gongs and drums sounded, and the people on the street backed away, standing on both sides and watching this group of strange combinations.

"Everyone, this is the Zhongsheng King of Dalong!" Sima Sanliang shouted loudly.

"The Great Sage King?"

"Is he the Great Sage King?"

"What is this for? Where is Sima Sanliang taking him? Shouldn't he go to the imperial palace?"

"Should he be imprisoned?"

"The Great Sage King lives in prison?"

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For a moment, the entire prison street was boiling, and people looked at Zhongshan in the center with incomparable surprise.

The sage king was imprisoned, something that has never happened before, it is so strange, so strange.

All of a sudden, the news spread like wildfire and quickly spread in all directions.

"King Zhong Sheng is here, in the prison street"

"Parade on the prison street, immediately enter the Qingqiu prison"

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More and more people gathered around, and the news spread a few days ago, but people have been holding a skeptical attitude, and now it's really here?

The ten-mile long street is not so easy to walk, besides, Zhong Shan is still in the form of a mortal.

More and more people gathered around.

"Look, that's Zhong Shan"

"Do you see that, the Great Sage King, that's all there is to it"

"When you come to my Qingqiu, no matter how strong and noble you are, you must bow your head."

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There was a lot of discussion among the crowd. Sima Sanliang was very proud. I have never been paid so much attention. Although it is not about myself, it is because of me that so many people come here.

Zhong Shan didn't say anything from the beginning to the end. It is true that Zhong Shan is very uncomfortable being seen as a monkey now, but he also knows the mentality of these people. Only those who are cowards and those who can't get on the stage will gloat. What kind of expression do they have when they become prisoners today, being ridiculed by others, and roaring proudly in the future?

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 deeply remember this scene.

Sima Sanguang was very proud, the only downside was that Zhong Shan didn't resist, he was too calm, if he resisted, yelled, shot, that would be fine, that way he could show his fierce power, but this Zhong Shan is too bad on the road , was silent at all, what a coward.

coward? When Sima Sanguang sees Zhong Shan's strength, he won't think so.

Zhong Shan was ridiculed all over Ten Li Prison Street. But has not said a word. Go all the way to the end, to a formation area guarded by countless soldiers.

Qingqiu Great Prison.

The interior is deeply embarrassing, bypassing more than a dozen checkpoints, and walking to the interior, there are a large number of palaces, and the plaque of the largest palace has a big word 'prison' written on it.

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

"Liu Ding, Liu Jia" Sima Sanliang shouted.

"My lord, here we come." The two jailers rushed forward quickly.

"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 floor of hell, he? Is there something wrong?" one of them shouted.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I'll take care of what's going on. Don't hurry up," Sima Sanliang said.

"Yes" Liu Ding Liujia responded immediately.

The adults have said it all, so what else can we not do?

"King Zhong Sheng, please." Sima Sanliang sneered.

"En." Zhong Shan nodded.

Zhong Shan didn't refute, and as Liu Ding Liujia walked towards the hall called 'Prison', Sima Sanliang looked at Zhong Shan's back, his eyes gradually turned cold.

Inside the main hall, there are eighteen round black platforms.

"Go to this prison platform," Liu Ding Liujia said.

Zhong Shan stepped up, and suddenly, countless colorful lights shone around the black platform, and it seemed that the whole black platform was shaking for a while.

It oscillated for five breaths. Zhong Shan felt a sudden weight all over his body. It's like carrying a huge mountain on your back. The colorful lights all around suddenly disappeared, and even the previous black platform disappeared.

Zhong Shan appeared in another place.

On a gloomy day, there were a large number of plague floating insects floating in all directions, and a strong smell of rotting corpses filled the air. This is a huge circular valley with a diameter of hundreds of miles. There is a thick black air permeating the mountain, exuding a palpitating breath. A beam of light pierces the sky and the earth in the center.

Zhongshan leaned against the foot of the mountain, close to the mountain, surrounded by a circle with a radius of ten feet, but a small half of the circle entered the mountain. When Zhong Shan came closer, a large amount of black light suddenly radiated from the edge of the circle, making it impossible to touch.

Draw the ground as a prison. Can't get out, can only move within this ten-foot radius?

In this valley, there are nearly 20,000 circular cells like Zhong Shan. Nearly 10,000 cells are holding inmates, some only one, and some at the same time. Many prisoners are haggard and disheveled at the moment.

"Ka" One of them suddenly had a sunken chest, vomited blood, and died just like that

I was crushed to death by myself.

Zhong Shan immediately discovered the wonder of this place, the gravity of 200,000 times, the people here should be limited in magic power, like ordinary people, only resisting the gravity of 200,000 times with a strong physical body. The eighteen levels of hell are really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

With his abnormally strong physical body, Zhong Shan didn't have much burden.

Zhong Shan leaned against the foot of the mountain and sat down cross-legged.

"snoring"

"snoring"

As soon as Zhong Shan sat down, he heard a strange sound, turned his head to look, and grinned slightly.

Potted plants? Purifying air? A large number of potted plants surround a table and a large bed in the center, and the table is full of various delicacies. And on the big bed, a fat man in yellow clothes, with two cotton balls stuffed in his ears, hugged a pillow and snored like no one was there, and the pleasant snoring sound was extremely ear-piercing to the ears of all the prisoners.

Is it still so comfortable to go to the 18th floor of hell?

"Hey, boy, what crime have you committed to be sent to the eighteenth floor of hell?" Suddenly a man with a swollen face shouted.

"Yeah, it's been closed for eight thousand years. Tell us, what's it like outside?"

"I'm asking you something, kid, you're looking for death," the man with a swollen face yelled.

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

PS: Forecast, tomorrow Zhongshan will officially start to go crazy. The era of Zhongshan in the holy capital of Qingqiu is coming. Ask for a monthly pass