Chapter 323

Hearing this, the emperor was silent for a long time.

When he was very young, he left the underworld, was cheated into the world, and never left the demon prison again.

But he still experienced many earth shaking events, beyond imagination.

Those are not as powerful as well nine's words.

At this time, looking back on his previous dialogue with Jing Jiu, the deep meaning gradually surfaced, which was still about his wish.

Emperor Ming laughed and raised his right hand to the flowers and trees more than ten feet away.

The invisible soul fire cuts off several flowers like a finger, then holds the branch handle and sends it to Jingjiu.

"There are flowers that can be folded, and they must be folded straight. They don't wait for the spring breeze to warm the house." Said the emperor.

Well nine said, "good word."

"Your evaluation is too careless."

The emperor then asked, "do you have a name for the sword ghost method created by the soul fire control?"

Jing Jiu shook his head. He was not ready to name this Taoist method. Instead, he was the only one who could use this Taoist method in the past and future.

The emperor of the underworld said, "I occasionally think about this question in the past three years. What do you think of it called Youming fairy sword?"

In a sense, this new sword ghost method was jointly created by Jing Jiu and Ming emperor. It is very suitable to have Youming and immortal in its name.

Moreover, the two distinct and conflicting concepts of Youming and immortal seem to be very harmonious together, with a natural feeling.

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

Well nine said, "good name."

This evaluation is very distracted.

The emperor smiled and waved his hand without saying anything.

A crisp bell came from the dark cloud, and the lightning flashed slightly to say goodbye.

Well nine took a step forward and stepped into the darkness outside the cliff.

The Green Valley instantly turns into countless colored light spots, and then the color fades into a monotonous world of black and white.

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

Taichang prison has neither the concept of time nor the concept of space, but this is only an approximate statement, not absolute, otherwise the dragon has long been sanctified.

I don't know how long it took. Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up. He returned to the third floor of the demon prison.

In front of him was the incomparably deep passage full of vigorous wind restraint, leading to the abyss.

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

Now he's back where he was.

Three years, as if nothing had happened, like a dream.

Only footprints on the ground prove something.

If you walk through, you will leave traces. It won't be as helpless as Qingping.

Well nine squatted down, put the flower seeds given to him by the emperor into the mud, and then stretched out his hand to grasp some tiny things in the air and sent them into the void.

After doing these things, he turned and walked over the town demon prison.

The flowers on the mud ground moved without wind, just like waving to each other.

The upward passage is very narrow, and some places are like a seam.

Well nine floated up without any obstacles, and walked farther and farther through those stone cracks like the wind.

It's getting darker and darker above the stone crack. I think it's the bottom of the highly toxic green pool.

Well nine looked at that place and thought of the Ming emperor who remained in the green valley.

The emperor did not tell all the truth.

The mosquito in the demon prison has another purpose besides sucking soul devouring fire and sending it to the underworld to prove that he is still alive.

If it was the emperor of the underworld in his heyday, the dark dragon could not take him, not to mention these mosquitoes, but the idea of Zhongzhou school was very good or poisonous.

After the Emperor Ming was suppressed into the demon prison, he was always in an extremely weak state, which was what Jing Jiu saw three years ago.

In this state, the emperor could not resist the mosquitoes. He could only let the mosquitoes bite. The soul fire kept dissipating, and there was no way to restore his strength.

Just like in the snow field, in order to resist the cold, he kept consuming Zhenyuan to burn sword fire.

If this situation continues like this, the emperor can only be so weak forever until he is boiled to death for a long time.

By helping him master the method of repelling mosquitoes, Jing Jiu gave him a chance.

If standing in the position of the Terran, well nine should not give the emperor this opportunity, but he didn't refuse, because he knew what the emperor wanted to do.

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

He always respects the last choice of life.

Because life and death are the biggest.

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The demon prison is sometimes like a siege.

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

When Jing Jiu was ready to leave, when the Emperor Ming decided to let himself be forgotten by his subjects, someone wanted to enter the demon prison to change all this.

A few days ago, Qingtian sent a felon into the town demon prison. It is said that he is a brain trust in a certain place of Bu Laolin. He can't practice, but he is very dangerous. Deep in the stone mountain at the top of the town devil prison, a middle-aged man stood in front of the cell door and waited silently. He is not Lao Lin's think tank, but a letter sent by Prince Jing Xin through the commander of Qingtian department. Since it 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 town demon prison was very dark and there was no light, but the old man's face was very clear, because the old man was shining. The old man's hair is very messy, piled up like weeds. There are two faint protrusions in it. It looks strange. The middle-aged man wondered, thinking that there were no bodyguards in the demon prison, only puppets. Why did an old man suddenly appear? The old man said expressionless, "come out." The middle-aged man wanted to say that his feet were shackled. Looking down, he found that the shackles had not been opened and hurried out. There were crazy shouts and songs all over the cliff, and the sober prisoners were afraid to make any sound when they saw the old man. The old man looked at the cliffs in the night. Those crazy rap stopped suddenly. Then he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "who do you want to send a letter to?" The middle-aged man said, "I don't know who this letter is for. Now it should be for you." The old man asked expressionless, "do you know who I am?" The middle-aged man shook his head. No, Lao Lin knows very well that Prince Jing Xin certainly dare not hide from Zhongzhou sect, so no matter who he sends, he will be closely monitored from the first moment he enters the town demon prison, and it is impossible to do anything at all. But the middle-aged man didn't want to do anything. He was just a letter. Whoever comes to pick up the letter is the recipient. The old man said, "content." The middle-aged man said, "there's a ghost in the town demon prison." The old man's eyes showed a cruel and mocking look: "it seems that you really don't know who I am, otherwise how could you say such absurd words." He couldn't hide everything that happened in the demon prison. With these words, the old man ignored the middle-aged man and walked to the depths of the demon prison. The light and shadow brought by his body remained in the air for a long time. From the cliff to the second floor of the hot demon prison, and then to the mossy 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 with his arms. Soon his arm fell off and showed white bones. There was a look of horror on his face, and then it festered into a more frightened picture. It didn't take long for him to disappear into the pool, leaving no bones left. The old man still felt very hungry and dissatisfied. Then he was surprised, because the letter sent by Lao Lin was really this sentence—— There's a ghost in the town demon prison. His face was expressionless, looking down at the Bitan, hoping that the ghost could make himself full（ The summer vacation travel plan is about to start. It will start at 8:1 pm tomorrow. If you don't have time to write it, you will report in advance. I wish you all a happy summer vacation.) This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.