After a few days of flying, Zhong Shan and Sima Zongheng finally arrived at the Holy Capital of Qingqiu.
The Holy Capital of Qingqiu was located in the middle of a vast mountain range. The mountains in the Greater World were incomparable to those in the Lesser World. The majestic mountain range was tens of thousands of miles high. At a glance, there were endless mountains and a large number of cultivators flying in all directions. A large number of foxes were running in the mountains and forests.
The Holy Capital of Qingqiu was shrouded in clouds. There were many floating islands in the sky and endless golden light shone down from the sky. The vast fortune energy was several times more than that of the High Heaven!
The continuous mountain range was divided into many regions and each region had its own corresponding downtown area.
"The Holy Capital of Qingqiu!" Zhong Shan took a deep breath and said.
When Sima Zongheng returned, he landed at the entrance of a downtown area in the west of the Holy Capital of Qingqiu. Several Taichu officials quickly greeted him. The leader was wearing an octagonal felt hat. His face was wrinkled and looked very ugly.
"Sir!" The leader bowed and said. At the same time, he looked at Zhong Shan who was beside Sima Zongheng.
These days, the Holy Capital of Qingqiu was abuzz with the news that the Holy King of Qingqiu had become a hostage. Could it be that he was Zhong Shan?
The leader's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness.
"Sima Sanguang, this is the Holy King of Daikon State, Zhong Shan! I have sealed him and he is now like an ordinary person! "Sima Zongheng said lightly.
"Oh?" The group of officials looked at Zhong Shan together.
At this moment, Zhong Shan was wearing a black robe. He looked as elegant as ever and did not look like a prisoner at all.
"Sir, was he the one who killed Third Young Master?" Sima Sanguang looked at Zhong Shan and said with hatred.
"Sima Ce was not killed by him, but it is related to him. He is now a vassal of our country. You are not to be rude to him!" Sima Zongheng said in a deep voice.
"Huh?" Sima Sanguang was slightly surprised.
Not to be rude to him?
"Then we have to send him to the …!" Sima Sanguang said with a hint of doubt. However, he was interrupted by Sima Zongheng halfway through his words.
"He has no freedom anyways, just send him to your place!" Sima Zongheng said.
"Me? My place? "Sima Sanguang said in shock.
"That's right. Find the quietest place there." Sima Zongheng smiled evilly.
"The quietest? Eighteenth floor? "Sima Sanguang probed.
"Yes, over there. Treat them well!" Sima Zongheng smiled evilly.
Seeing Sima Zongheng's expression, Sima Sanguang immediately understood the meaning behind it. The eighteenth floor? Could they treat him well? In the past, the Third Young Master and Sima Zongheng were best friends. If the Third Young Master died because of Zhong Shan, wouldn't Sima Zongheng kill him?
"Yes, I won't let you down!"
"It's still ten miles from here to your place. Zhong Shan is just a mortal now. Don't be in such a hurry. Let him see the Holy Capital of Qingqiu!"
"Yes!"
"Hahahaha!"
After Sima Zongheng finished arranging everything, he waved his sleeve and disappeared before everyone's eyes.
"Chung Holy King, come with us!" Sima Sanliang laughed.
Sima Sanliang's heart was filled with satisfaction. The Holy King of this generation was now his prisoner?
In the Holy Capital of Qingqiu, there were countless nobles. Although Sima Sanliang was in charge of the Qingqiu Prison, his position was too low. How could Sima Sanliang not be proud when he suddenly "grasped" the fate of the Holy King?
"Yes!" Zhong Shan nodded. Zhong Shan didn't need to be angry with this kind of person.
A group of people walked along a street.
Sima Sanliang seemed to be unsatisfied. He thought for a while and said, "You guys, spread the word that Zhong Shan has arrived in Qingqiu and is on the Prison Street. He will enter the Qingqiu Prison soon. Hurry! "
"Yes!" Several prison guards immediately flew away.
"And you guys, Chung Holy King is here. How can you leave so peacefully? Sound the gongs and drums and clear the street! "Sima Sanliang shouted to the rest of the prison guards.
"Yes!"
"Hahahaha!" Sima Sanliang was extremely proud.
"Clang! Clang!" … …
The sound of gongs and drums sounded. The people on the street retreated and stood on both sides of the street to look at this strange group of people.
"Everyone, this is the Chung Holy King of Daikon State!" Sima Sanliang shouted.
"The Holy King of Daikon State?"
"He is the Holy King of Daikon State?"
"What is this? Where is Sima Sanliang taking him? Shouldn't he be going to the Royal Palace? "
"Is he going to jail?"
"The Holy King of Daikon State is in jail?"
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For a moment, the entire Great Prison Street was in an uproar. The people looked at Zhong Shan in the center of the street with great curiosity.
The Holy King was in jail. Something like this had never happened before. It was too strange.
In an instant, the news spread like wildfire and quickly spread in all directions.
"The Chung Holy King is here. He is in the Great Prison Street!"
"Parade in the Great Prison Street and enter the Qingqiu Prison immediately!"
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More and more people gathered around. The news had spread a few days ago, but people had always been skeptical. Now, he was really here?
The ten-mile long street was not easy to walk. Moreover, Zhong Shan was still in his mortal form.
More and more people gathered around.
"Look, that is Zhong Shan!"
"Did you see that? The Holy King of Daikon State is just so-so!"
"When you are in Qingqiu, no matter how strong or honorable you are, you will have to bow your head!"
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The crowd was in a heated discussion. Sima Sanliang was very proud. He had never been paid so much attention to. Although they were not paying attention to him, it was because of him that so many people came.
Zhong Shan did not say anything from the beginning to the end. Indeed, Zhong Shan was very uncomfortable being looked at like a monkey. However, he also knew the mentality of these people. Only those cowards, those who were not presentable, would gloat. Today, he was a prisoner and was ridiculed. In the future, he would be proud of the Nine Heavens. What kind of expression would they have?
Of course, Zhong Shan had never suffered such a big loss. Although he was very calm, the arrogance in his bones made Zhong Shan remember this scene deeply.
Sima San Guang was very pleased, the only thing lacking was that Zhong Shan did not resist, he was too calm. If he had resisted, he would have cursed and attacked, that would have been great, he would have been able to display his ferocious might. But this Zhong Shan was not on the right path, he was completely silent, what a coward.
Coward? When Sima Sanguang saw Zhong Shan's strength, he would not think so.
Zhong Shan was ridiculed in the Ten Miles Prison Street. But he did not say a word. They walked all the way to the end of the street and walked to an area guarded by countless soldiers.
Qingqiu Prison.
The interior was very embarrassing. After bypassing more than a dozen checkpoints, they walked into the interior. There were many palaces inside. The largest palace had a big plaque with the word "Prison" written on it.
The noisy scene outside had already aroused the curiosity of all the officials in Qingqiu Prison. When Sima Sanliang brought Zhong Shan in, everyone craned their necks to look at Zhong Shan and the strange Holy King.
"Liuding, Liujia!" Sima Sanliang shouted.
"Sir, they are here!" Two prison guards rushed forward.
"Find a remote place and send him to prison!" Sima Sanliang said in a deep voice.
"But, sir, we are in charge of the Eighteenth Layer of Hell! Him? Wouldn't that be inappropriate? "One of them called out.
"Inappropriate? What's inappropriate? If anything happens, I will take care of it. Go now! "Sima Sanliang said.
"Yes!" Liuding and Liujia replied immediately.
Since Milord has already spoken, what else can we not do?
"Chung Holy King, please!" Sima Sanliang sneered.
"Okay!" Zhong Shan nodded.
Zhong Shan did not refute. He followed Liuding and Liujia to the main hall called "Prison". Sima Sanliang looked at Zhong Shan's back and his eyes gradually turned cold.
In the main hall, there were eighteen circular black platforms.
"Go to the Prison Platform!" Liuding and Liujia said.
Zhong Shan stepped on the platform. Suddenly, countless colorful lights shone around the black platform. For a moment, the entire platform seemed to be shaking.
The shaking lasted for five breaths of time. Zhong Shan felt his body suddenly become heavy. It was as if he was carrying a huge mountain. The colorful lights in the surroundings suddenly disappeared. Even the black platform from before had disappeared.
Zhong Shan appeared in another place.
The sky was gloomy. A large number of plague bugs floated around. The air was filled with the thick smell of rotting corpses. This was a huge circular valley with a diameter of a hundred li. The mountain was filled with thick black gas, emitting an aura that made one's heart palpitate. In the center, there was a light pillar that pierced through the sky.
Zhong Shan leaned against the foot of the mountain. There was a circle with a radius of ten zhang around him. However, a small part of the circle was inside the mountain. Zhong Shan walked closer. The edge of the circle emitted a large amount of black light, making it impossible for people to touch it.
Drawing a circle around the prison. Unable to go out, one could only move about in this ten zhang radius?
In this valley, there were close to twenty thousand circular prison cells like Zhong Shan's. There were prisoners in these ten thousand cells. Some of them only had one prisoner. Some of them had several prisoners. Many of the prisoners were haggard and their hair was disheveled.
"Crack!" One of the prisoners' chest suddenly caved in and he vomited blood. He died just like that!
He was crushed to death by himself.
Zhong Shan immediately discovered the wonders of this place. Two hundred thousand times the gravity. The people here must have had their Dharmic powers restricted. They were like mortals and could only use their strong bodies to resist the gravity. The eighteen levels of hell were not a place that ordinary people could enter.
Zhong Shan's abnormally strong fleshly body did not pose much of a burden to him.
Zhong Shan leaned against the foot of the mountain and sat down cross-legged.
"Hululu!"
"Hululu!"
Zhong Shan had just sat down when he heard a strange sound. He turned his head and was slightly surprised.
Potted plants? Purifying the air? A large number of potted plants surrounded a table and a large bed. The table was filled with all kinds of delicacies. On the big bed, there was a yellow-clothed fatty with two cotton balls stuffed in his ears. He was hugging a pillow and snoring as if there was no one around him. His snoring sounds were particularly ear-piercing to the ears of the prisoners.
He was still so comfortable in the eighteen levels of hell?
"Hey, kid, what crime did you commit to be sent to the eighteen levels of hell?" Suddenly, a fierce-looking man shouted.
"Yeah, you've been locked up for eight thousand years. Tell us, what's the outside world like?"
"We're asking you a question. Kid, you're courting death!" The fierce-looking man shouted.
Zhong Shan ignored him and sat down cross-legged like an old monk.
PS: Tomorrow, Zhong Shan will officially go crazy! The Zhong Shan era in Qingqiu's Holy Capital is coming. Begging for votes! (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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