Chapter 310

A young green mountain disciple, in the face of the Emperor Ming, put on such a posture that Ren Jun came to attack. Anyone would feel absurd, let alone the Emperor Ming himself.

"You've been locked up too long."

In addition to this sentence, well nine gave no more explanation.

Anyone who has endured in the town demon prison for more than 600 years is bound to suffer great damage.

More importantly, this seemingly green and Pleasant Valley is still a part of Taichang prison. It is isolated from heaven and earth, and there is no Styx fire. It is impossible to practice here. It can only allow the vitality or soul fire in the body to gradually disperse in the slightest shape and disappear in that dark space.

According to Jing Jiu's calculation, the current Ming emperor has only 1% of the strength of that year at most.

But even the weak emperor is still the emperor.

A Wuzhang Zhongjing sword cultivation has no way to defeat him.

Emperor Ming looked at Jing Jiu. There was no emotion in his eyes and said, "but it's enough to kill ants like you."

Well nine's answer is still concise, only one word.

Please.

Soul fire is invisible and colorless, and naturally it is difficult to count.

Well nine's heart suddenly gave birth to a feeling that countless soul fires filled the world.

The next moment, those invisible and colorless soul fires came out through the green weeds, purple flowers and blue sky, as if they were painted with a very light color.

His vision was full of very light color blocks, no matter which direction he looked, he could see it.

It is very strange that these soul fires dyed with light color are different from those of the nether master he has seen, giving people a very fresh feeling.

This should be what he wants to learn.

"Hand over the emperor's seal, or die."

The emperor looked at him and said, "you know I won't have any psychological shadow when I kill you."

Well nine said, "don't you worry about disturbing the dragon?"

The emperor said, "they promised me that this was my world, otherwise I would have killed myself and let them threaten the lower world with me?"

Jing Jiu looked at him quietly, didn't speak, but his meaning was very clear.

Six hundred years ago, the Terran took advantage of his trust and put you in the demon prison. Do you still believe what they say six hundred years later?

"If you disturb the dragon, you will also die. No matter what I do here, such as killing you, they are reluctant to let me die."

The emperor said without expression, "more importantly, if I can get the hope of leaving alive, how can I be afraid of taking risks?"

Well nine said: "hope is often a poison, not an antidote, to people in despair."

The emperor of the underworld smiled and said, "as long as you take back the seal of the emperor of the underworld, do you think this fake land can still trap me?"

Except for the first few words with Jing Jiu, he never claimed to be me until now.

Because at this moment, he is the real emperor.

The soul fire falling all over the sky is not as good as the rainstorm. It's just like heavy snow. There seems to be some gaps in it, but it can't pass through at all.

Well nine didn't mean to leave.

When human practitioners encounter soul fire, they either kill their master or avoid their net, otherwise they can only use magic weapons or sword Gang to support them.

He chose the last and stupidest method.

The meaning follows the heart.

The sword is full of meaning.

The breeze around the valley chopped countless flowers and trees.

With a bang, the whole valley seemed to collapse.

It's just an illusion.

The Green Valley remained as before, the ground did not shake, and the grass did not fly.

Although the emperor had said that before, if he could, he certainly didn't want to disturb the dragon.

The soul fire fell on Jing Jiu's body, and those colors were painted on the white dress, which immediately became a real flame.

The fire was so great that the Miao tip jumped tens of feet high, as if an underground rock fire broke out.

Soul fire has no temperature. Such a violent fire did not ignite a tree.

The raging soul fire gradually devoured well nine, leaving only a faint figure, shaky in the meantime.

The emperor looked at the figure quietly and looked indifferent.

The Green Valley is quiet again.

The seemingly majestic fire made no more sound.

So quietly burning.

……

……

I don't know the years in the mountains.

The same is true in prison.

I don't know how long it took, the fire in the valley finally died out.

The flames disappeared into the air.

Soul fire becomes an invisible existence and returns to the emperor's body.

The figure reappeared.

After such a long time of soul fire burning, Jing Jiu still didn't die, but there were many small holes in his white clothes, his face was pale and his face was extremely tired.

At this time, he looked like a seriously ill scholar who escaped from the broken Temple fire.

Emperor Ming's face became more pale and looked at Jing Jiu in silence. After being suppressed for 600 years, he was indeed extremely weak. He thought that since Jing Jiu was a disciple of peace, even if his state was low, he could really hold on for a period of time. What he didn't expect was that Jing Jiu had held up until the end, and his hidden means had also been empty. Emperor Ming was very sure that his jade seal was on Jing Jiu. When Jing Jiu fought against soul fire, he searched it with the hand of Styx, but he didn't find, or even a space magic weapon. Where is the seal of the emperor hidden? The emperor did not hesitate to strengthen the life contact with the emperor's seal, continued to look forward with the hand of the river Styx, and finally came to the space where the emperor's seal existed. However, after such a long time, the hand of Styx still couldn't bring the seal back, because... The space was too big. The space in the demon prison is already large, but it is still far inferior to that space. The emperor had never seen or even imagined such a space. He is quite sure that this is definitely not the interior of some kind of space magic weapon. Because even heaven and earth are not so big. Where is that space? What the hell are you? Emperor Ming looked at well nine and gave birth to countless conjectures. The light flow in his body gradually subsided. His voice was slightly dumb and said, "why is it so big?" Well nine's voice was also a little hoarse and said, "heaven and earth should be so big." The emperor was silent and thoughtful. Jing Jiu knew what he had done and said, "do you still want to try?" The emperor said, "there's another thing I don't understand. No matter how abundant your sword yuan is, it can't last so long." Well nine said, "if it takes longer, I don't know if I can continue." This seemingly simple contest is actually the greatest danger he has encountered since his rebirth. During this period, he consumed no less than six years in the snow field. What he said here is not sword yuan, but spirit. He had confidence in his body, so he put the sword Gang into his body, but protected the Dao tree and the sword pill. The lethality of soul fire is close to spiritual power, but it also has strong substantive damage. Therefore, it is not exactly the same as the confrontation with Tianjin people in the old plum garden nunnery. His body was baptized by soul fire. The pain goes straight to the bottom. If anyone stays in the ghost fire of the emperor for so long, he will go crazy even if he doesn't die. But he is well nine. But it still hurts. You'll get hurt. The emperor was silent for a moment and asked, "then why aren't you afraid?" Well nine looked at the blue sky and said, "as long as you can leave alive, it's worth the risk." His answer was very similar to that of Emperor Ming. The emperor looked at him quietly for a long time and said, "so you are also the one who has lost everything." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.