Chapter 917 Just Remember

"If there is an accident, Lu Tianqing is naturally willing to bear it!"

Thinking about it carefully, Lu Jueyan said that even he, the supreme saint, had no choice but to rescue Zong Shou from death prison by other supreme realms. (.)

With the talent shown by the son now, and the background of the Supreme Realm Cultivator helping outside, this is not impossible.

But at that time, even if he shouldered the responsibility of mishandling it, so what?

Looking around at the many positions in the Lu family, there is no worse position than Jiujue Death Prison.

Could it be possible to send him, Lu Tianqing, to the ninth level of death prison dedicated to restraining monks in the Holy Realm?

As for Zong Shou, colluding with foreign enemies is enough to make this son unable to return to the Lu family.

There is absolutely no way that there will be any more variables in the public case back then.

After being slapped in the face, it is even more impossible for the Jueyan Holy Venerable, or even the entire Lu family, to remain unresponsive.

Besides, in this world, there are only a handful of people who can securely win against Jueyan and are not afraid of offending the Lu family.

"Really? Then you need to remember this—"

The corners of Lu Jueyan's lips twitched, as if he didn't want to talk about this matter, so he continued talking with Lu Tianqing.

He looked down, piercing through the void, and looked at the man in iron armor standing on the eighth floor, outside the hell gate and the storm circle.

This person is walking with Zong Shou, no accident, he should be his subordinate.

At the peak of the immortal rank, half a foot stepped into the holy realm. For some reason, it made him quite concerned.

"How do you feel, this person's breath is somewhat familiar?"

After a little thought, Lu Jueyan knew the reason. (.) Then there was a smile: "It turned out to be him! This child. After finally getting out of the sea of ​​suffering, he ran back again. Why did this happen? It seems that he has a deep obsession—"

Lu Tianqing was slightly stunned, but immediately realized it. There was a slight glint in his eyes, and he immediately said thoughtfully: "It must be Lu Wubing! This son was assigned by the Lord Xuan Ye to follow Lu Wushuang, but now he is following this Zongshou, could it be that he has changed his family? I heard that he followed Lu Wushuang to chase and kill the enemy. Unfortunately, Lu Wushuang died at the hands of the Buddhist sect. This Lu Wubing, his whereabouts are unknown. Logically speaking, he deserves to die—"

Speaking of which. There was already suspicion on his face.

Lu Wubing didn't die, but served under Zong Shou's seat instead. So is Lu Wushuang's death related to Zong Shou?

Immediately he laughed dumbly. It doesn't matter whether there is a connection or not when I am in a demonic barrier.

All you need to do in the Holy Court, the lords and elders of the country, can be determined in this way.

It is another crime to kill the same family members of the direct line.

"Lu Wushuang is dead? What a pity!"

Jueyan sighed, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Lu Tianqing's words.

"At the beginning, the old man was very optimistic about that little guy. It's really not easy to come to such a point after starting out in the side."

"It's indeed a pity! It is said that after Lu Wushuang's death, the Lord Xuan Ye had retreated for ten days and nights."

Lu Tianqing nodded slightly, but his gaze was like a poisonous snake, looking at the man beside the gate of Hell Prison.

The murderous intent in the eyes was surging, but restrained. Forget it, kill it. On the contrary, it can make him die happily. It would be better to let this son suffer all the tortures in this Linghai Death Prison.

This time is different from decades ago, this Lu Wubing has enough cultivation base, so he should be able to last a little longer in this Linghai Death Prison.

Thinking like this, Lu Tianqing stopped paying attention. Instead, he said: "My lord, this junior is still worried about one thing. This Zongshou is now in the eighth level of death prison, so should Lu Hanyan be moved to another place?"

"Moved elsewhere?"

Lu Jueyan turned his head, took a deep look at the red-robed old man behind him, and then shook his head disapprovingly: "Since Hanyan gave birth to this child, the mother and child have never seen each other again. Such an approach is somewhat inhumane, no need in this way--"

"Holy One! The younger generation is just worried about any accidents. After all, Lu Hanyan is the grandson of that person, the descendant of the Holy Lord Yan Yuan. It's hard to say that there is still any way to help this son escape."

Just as Lu Tianqing was about to persuade him, Lu Jueyan waved his hand again. There was no doubt about it: "There is no need to worry! I still count on this son to break into the ninth floor of death prison. I will deal with this matter myself——"

Hearing this, Lu Tianqing felt at ease. Then he was puzzled again, listening to the meaning of Jue Yan's words, he seemed to be quite interested in Zong Shou and looked forward to it.

This is ten thousand years of time, lonely for too long. Found a new toy and don't want to let go right away?

Looking at Lu Jueyan's back in amazement, he heard the latter say with great interest: "Who is the guard at the entrance of the ninth floor now? And that shadowless shadow demon? This child has infinite potential, and he is far away from the sword intent soul." In the middle of the realm, there is only one step away. I am afraid that the shadow demon will not be able to stop—"

While talking, he split the void and stepped inside.

Lu Tianqing raised his eyebrows. It was the first time he saw Lu Jueyan so excited after guarding the Death Prison for so long... After entering the eighth floor, Zong Shou felt that the name of "Hell Prison" was really very appropriate.

This place really is filled with deadly energy, and what you see in your eyes is a pale scene.

If it wasn't for knowing this place, it would be one of the Lu family's nine floors of death prisons.

So this is the netherworld, and Zong Shou would believe it.

As soon as he stepped in, Zong Shou felt that the vitality in his body began to weaken.

Zong Shou didn't even hesitate, so he transferred Lin Xuanshuang's Yuansheng Spiritual Breath Art.

His world-shaking spirit art has gradually been perfected now. However, at this moment, it is far inferior to the role of this method of directing to the ultimate realm and endless life in this hell prison.

Afterwards, I felt that my body was warmed up and recovered a lot.

"It's not just a deadly attack, but also a plunder of life. One day here consumes ten days of life."

In other words, twenty years is a lifespan of more than two hundred years——

Zong Shou's hands couldn't help but be grasped, and the nails dug deep into the flesh.

Then force yourself not to think about it, and look around.

"But I don't know what the forbidden technique in this realm is? Lu Wubing has never been to this realm, and the outside world has never been able to find out about the situation in this prison, let alone Master Xuanshuang."

While thinking, while observing.

In just a moment, Zong Shou showed a look of surprise. This prison world is much smaller than he imagined.

Look at the sky, the size of this world is less than one-tenth of the death prison in Linghai.

Using the instant-empty Dao Seed, it is estimated that it only takes two or three hours to travel from the south of the sky to the north of the earth.

In other words, it was much easier than he expected to find people in this world.

However, since it is called Hell Prison, it is listed as the eighth floor in the Jiujue Death Prison.

Then this world must be extremely dangerous. This prison forbidden technique should also be better than Linghai death prison.

Thinking of this, Zong Shou's heart jumped violently.

Expectations, beliefs, and emotions are indescribably complicated.

After a long while, he barely suppressed it. With a flick of his big sleeve, he wanted to release all those holy fire silver ants. rs