Chapter 811

Yue Guan saw Yan Taihong appear, his face sank, and his tone was a bit murderous. "Yan Taihong, how did you talk to me? Don't forget your identity."

"Elder Taishang, you are joking. How can I forget your identity? I salute you now?"

With that, Yan Taihong bowed slightly and saluted yueguan, saying, "now that the ceremony is over, I should say what I have to say. Elder Tai Shang, if you dare to take my nephew away, I will tell the leader of Ji Lingyun about it directly. If you are going to take the place of the emperor, I'm afraid you will go to the punishment hall."

Yue Guan took a look at Yan Taihong with a sense of killing. Knowing that there was no way to take Yan Qingtian away today, he immediately hummed coldly: "Yan Taihong, I hope you can send Yan Qingtian to the hall leader where to make amends, otherwise, I will go to sue him personally. This time, I remember you."

Without looking at Yan Taihong, Yue Guan grabs Chen he and leaves directly.

Seeing yueguan leave, Yan Taihong was relieved. He turned his head to look at Yan Qingtian and said, "Qingtian, Mr. Su, have you entered the prison?"

Yan Qingtian did not speak, just nodded, looked at the prison, and sighed.

It's really a dilemma between life and death for Suluo to enter the prison of death. Whether he can get out of the prison of death now depends on Suluo's own fate.

At the same time, on the other side.

After su Luo stepped into the vortex, he suddenly felt a whirl of heaven and earth, followed by the inexplicable distortion of the surrounding space. His whole person seemed to be floating in the air, like a rootless duckweed.

This kind of feeling is very inexplicable. It makes people feel at a loss. I don't know how long, maybe a few hours, maybe just a few seconds have passed.

When solo was down-to-earth again, he immediately found a fierce cold wind, whistling, rolling sand all over the sky.

The vast wind and sand covered the sky and the sun. In less than an instant, he had a thick layer of yellow sand on his body.

The whole sky is dark, very depressed.

Sulo took a deep breath, only felt a burst of maladjustment, the heart seemed to be suppressed by something, very uncomfortable.

This is death prison!

Depression, darkness, death, desolation, despair There are so many breath in the air that people can't see any light.

Step here, waiting for you only despair.

Suluo's eyes swept around, and he knew why Yan Qingtian and Zhang Yuting had to persuade him not to die in prison.

All kinds of negative emotions seemed to permeate the air, even his thoughts seemed to be affected by something, and became a little violent.

Suluo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his real Qi shocked all the yellow sand on his body. Instead of leaving in a hurry, he scanned everything around him and observed.

At the same time, while suro was looking around, in the other direction of death prison, in a dark mountain. In a house made of stone.

An old man who looked sick and might die at any time was sitting on a stone chair. In front of him, there was a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face is full of determination. Although he has experienced a lot, he can feel a trace of pride.

If sulo is here, he will find that the middle-aged man looks very similar to him. Even if he is younger, he is almost no different from him.

He is Su zhantian!

The eldest son of the Su family at that time was the most outstanding genius.

But no one can imagine that Su zhantian will be in the death prison. Even Taoist suiyun doesn't know that. He only knows that Yan wubing is in the death prison. He doesn't know that Suluo's father is in the death prison.

Su zhantian is here, so the old man around him is naturally Yan wubing.

At the moment, Su zhantian was sitting on the stone bench, holding a chess piece in his hand, and he was reluctant to drop it, with a dignified look on his face.

"What's the matter with you, uncle?"

The old Yan wubing's eyes fell on Su zhantian's body, and his voice was weak.

Su zhantian is Xue Hongyou's husband, and he is Xue Hongyou's old servant. He naturally calls Su zhantian uncle.

Su zhantian shook his head and said, "it's nothing. Just now, I suddenly felt a bit of a whim, as if something important had appeared. However, this feeling is fleeting. Maybe it's just my illusion!"

Then, Su zhantian shook his head, his eyes fell on Yan wubing, and said: "master Yan, when can we leave? It's more than 20 years. I've been here for more than 20 years. I don't know when I can see red pomelo again, and my son. I don't know whether he is alive or dead."

Speaking of this, Su zhantian sighs. There are two people he is sorry for in his life. The first is his wife Xue Hongyou, and the second is his son Suluo.

When Suluo was born, the Su family was destroyed. In desperation, he could only entrust Suluo to his brother suiyun daoren and ask him to take care of him. However, because he had to, he and Yan wubing went to death prison.Now more than 20 years later, he did not know whether his son Suluo was alive or dead.

"Don't worry, uncle! Young master, good luck has its own way. It's sure to be OK. " Yan wubing said.

Su zhantian took a deep breath and said, "master Yan, I really can't see the red pomelo again?"

Yan wubing sighed and said: "uncle, with your current strength, you can't see the young lady. Not only can't see it, maybe you'll cause death to the young lady and yourself. Now the only thing you can do is stay in the prison. If the young lady can be in power, she will come to you."

When Su zhantian heard this, he sighed. He wanted to rush out of the prison to find his wife and son, but he knew that if he rushed out, it would only bring disaster to his son and wife.

Because the people who destroyed the Su family in those years were very big, and his wife was also very big. Many people didn't want him to live in this world. But for his wife's desperate help, he would have died.

The reason why he stayed in the death prison was that he was worried about these things, so he was willing to stay here, hoping that one day he would be able to find his wife and son openly and justly.

"Don't worry, uncle. The young lady and the young master must be OK. Don't worry!" Yan wubing began to comfort him, but he couldn't help sighing.

He knew it was very difficult. He knew more about the power behind his young lady. Maybe Su zhantian would never see his wife in his life.

Only one day, Xue Hongyou will be in charge of the overall situation.

But it's harder to find that than to go to heaven.

Su zhantian knew this, but he didn't dare to think about it, because he was afraid that if he thought about it, he would really lose the power of struggle.