Chapter 323: A Ghost Comes to the Demon Town Prison

Hearing these words, Hades was silent for a long time.

He left the Underworld when he was very young, was tricked into the human world, and never left the Demon Town Prison.

But he still experienced many earth-shattering events and encounters beyond imagination.

None of those words had a greater impact than Jing Jiu's words.

At this time, looking back at the conversation between him and Jing Jiu, the deep meaning gradually surfaced, and it was still about his wish.

The Underworld Emperor laughed loudly, raised his right hand and stretched out towards the flower tree more than ten feet away.

The invisible soul fire cut off several branches of flowers like fingers, then held the handles and sent them to Jing Jiu.

"There are flowers that can be broken and must be broken, don't wait for the spring breeze to warm the house." Hades Emperor said.

Jing Jiu said, "Good words."

"Your evaluation is too careless."

The Emperor of the Underworld then asked: "Do you have a name for the sword ghost method you created yourself with the Soul Fire Control?"

Jing Jiu shook his head. He hadn't planned to give this Taoism a name. Anyway, in the past and future that he could see, he was the only one who could use this Taoism.

The Underworld Emperor said: "In the past three years, I have occasionally thought about this question. What do you think of it being called the Nether Immortal Sword?"

In a sense, this brand-new sword ghost technique was jointly created by Jing Jiu and Hades, and the name contains Nether and Immortal, which is very appropriate.

Moreover, the two completely different and contradictory concepts of Netherworld and Immortal appear to be incomparably harmonious when put together, and there is a feeling of naturalness.

It's just that Xianjian is such an arrogant name.

Jing Jiu said, "Good name."

This evaluation is very distracting.

Underworld Emperor smiled slightly, said nothing more, and waved his hand to see him off.

There was a crisp bell ringing in the dark clouds, and the lightning flashed slightly, as a farewell.

Jing Jiu took a step forward, stepping into the darkness beyond the cliff.

The verdant valley instantly turned into countless colorful light spots, and then the colors faded away, turning into a monotonous world of black and white.

Jing Jiu didn't turn around to look, but closed his eyes, and began to feel the traces he left when he came.

There is no concept of time or space in Taichang Prison, but this is only an approximation, not absolute, otherwise the dragon would have been sanctified long ago.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Jiu woke up with his eyes open, and returned to the third floor of the Demon Town Prison.

In front of his eyes was the extremely deep passage full of wind restrictions, leading to the abyss.

He was here at the beginning, took two steps to the left, and entered Taichang Prison.

Now he's back where he was.

For three years, nothing seemed to happen, like a dream.

Only the footprints on the ground prove something.

If you walk by, you will leave traces, and you will not be like Qingping.

Jing Jiu squatted down, planted the flowers given to him by the Emperor Hades into the mud, then reached out and grabbed some tiny things in the air and sent them into the void.

After finishing these things, he turned around and walked towards the top of the Demon Town Prison.

The flowers and branches on the mud ground moved without wind, as if they were waving each other.

The passage to go up is very narrow, and some places are like a crack.

Jing Jiu floated up without any hindrance, passing through those rock cracks like the wind, going further and further away.

The top of the stone crevice is getting darker and darker, presumably it is the bottom of the poisonous bitan.

Jing Jiu looked there, thinking of the Underworld Emperor who stayed in the verdant valley.

Hades did not tell all the truth.

The mosquitoes in the Demon Suppressing Prison, besides being used to suck the soul-devouring fire and send them to the Underworld to prove that he is still alive, have another purpose.

If it was the Underworld Emperor in his heyday, Canglong would have nothing to do with him, let alone these mosquitoes, but the idea of ​​the Zhongzhou School back then was very clever, or very poisonous.

After Emperor Hades was suppressed and sent to the Demon Suppressing Prison, he has been in an extremely weak state, which is what Jing Jiu saw three years ago.

Underworld Emperor in this state can't resist those mosquitoes, he can only let them bite, the soul fire keeps dissipating, and there is no way to recover his strength.

Just like in the snow field back then, in order to resist the severe cold, he kept consuming his true energy and burning his sword fire.

If this situation continues like this, Hades Emperor will only be weakened like this forever, until he is boiled to dry bones for a long time.

Jing Jiu helped him master the method of repelling mosquitoes, which was like giving him a chance.

From the standpoint of the human race, Jing Jiu shouldn't have given Hades this chance, but he didn't refuse because he knew what Hades wanted to do.

Just like when Shi Fengchen committed suicide in front of him, he could have stopped it but didn't.

He has always respected the final choice of life.

Because life and death are the greatest.

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Town Demon Prison is sometimes like a besieged city.

People in the city want to go out, but people outside the city want to come in.

When Jing Jiu was about to leave, when Emperor Hades decided to let himself be forgotten by his subjects, someone wanted to enter the Demon Town Prison to change everything.

A few days ago Tianqing Tiansi sent a felon into the Demon Town Prison. It is said that he is a brain trust somewhere in Bulaolin. He does not know how to practice, but he is very dangerous.

In the depths of the stone mountain on the top floor of the Demon Town Prison, a middle-aged man stood in front of the cell door and waited silently.

He is not Bulaolin's think tank, but a letter sent by Prince Jing Xin through the Commander of Qingtian Division.

Since he was the letter itself, he naturally didn't know where the letter was going to be sent.

The door of the cell opened slowly, and an old man appeared in front of him.

The Demon Town Prison was extremely dark and there was no light, but the old man's appearance was very clear, because the old man was shining.

The old man's hair was very messy, piled up like weeds, and there were two faint protrusions inside, which looked a bit weird.

The middle-aged man was a little puzzled, thinking that there were no guards in the Demon Town Prison, only puppets, why would an old man suddenly appear?

The old man said blankly, "Come out."

The middle-aged man wanted to say that his feet were locked by shackles, but when he looked down, he found that the shackles had been opened at some point, so he hurried out.

Crazy shouts and songs were everywhere on the cliffs. As for the sober prisoners seeing the old man, they were terrified and did not dare to make any sound.

The old man looked at the cliff in the dark night, those crazy raps suddenly stopped, and then he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Who do you want to send the letter to?"

The middle-aged man said: "I don't know who this letter is for, but now it seems that it should be for you."

The old man asked blankly, "Do you know who I am?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

Bu Laolin knew very well that Prince Jing Xin would not dare to hide the truth from the Zhongzhou faction, so no matter who he sent, he would be under strict surveillance from the first moment he entered the Demon Town Prison, and it was impossible for him to accomplish anything. But the middle-aged man didn't want to do anything, he was just a letter.

Whoever picks up the letter is the recipient.

The old man said: "Content."

The middle-aged man said: "A ghost has come to the Demon Town Prison."

There was a cruel and mocking expression in the old man's eyes: "It seems that you really don't know who I am, otherwise how could you say such absurd things."

Everything that happened in the Town Demon Prison cannot be hidden from him.

After saying this, the old man ignored the middle-aged man and walked towards the depths of the Demon Suppressing Prison. The light and shadow from his body lingered in the air for a long time.

From the cliff to the second floor of the sweltering Devil Town Prison, and then to the moss-covered mountain stream.

Middle-aged people know they are dying.

The old man reached out and pushed him off the cliff.

The middle-aged man fell into the pool between the cliffs and began to struggle, waving his arms.

Soon his arm fell off with blood and flesh, exposing bones.

A horrified look appeared on his face, and then festered into an even more horrified picture.

It didn't take long for him to disappear into the pool, not even a bone left.

The old man still felt very hungry and somewhat dissatisfied.

Then he was a little surprised, because the letter sent by Bu Laolin actually contained these words.

——A ghost came to the Demon Town Prison.

He looked down at Bitan expressionlessly, thinking that he hoped that this ghost could feed him.

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(The summer travel plan is about to start. It will start tomorrow at 8:10 p.m. If there is no time to write, I will report in advance. I wish you all a happy summer.)