Hearing this sentence, Emperor Ming was silent for a long time.

When he was very young, he left the Underworld and was deceived into the human world. He never left the Demon Suppression Prison again.

But he has still experienced many earth-shaking events and beyond imagination.

Those who are not as impact as Jing Jiu's words have brought greater impact.

Now, when I look back at the previous conversation between him and Jing Jiu, the deep meaning gradually emerged, but it was still related to his wish.

Emperor Ming laughed and raised his right hand to reach the flower tree more than ten feet away.

The invisible soul fire cut off several flowers like a finger, then held the shank and sent it to Jing Jiu.

"If you have flowers that can be broken, you must be broken, and you will not wait for the spring breeze to come to warm the house." said the Emperor of the Underworld.

Jing Jiu said: "Good words."

"Your comment is too careless."

Emperor Ming then asked, "Do you have a name for the sword ghost method you created with the Soul Fire Lord?"

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

Emperor Ming said: "I occasionally think of this question in the past three years. What do you think is called the Netherworld Immortal Sword?"

In a sense, this new set of sword ghost methods was created by Jing Jiu and Emperor Ming. It has the name of Netherworld and Immortal, which is very suitable.

Moreover, the two concepts of Netherworld and Immortal are completely different, and they are in conflict with each other, but they appear extremely harmonious together, giving a natural feeling.

But the Fairy Sword is such an arrogant name.

Jing Jiu said: "Good name."

This review is very thoughtful.

Emperor Ming smiled slightly, said nothing, and waved his hand to give it to him.

A crisp ringtone came from the clouds, and lightning flashed slightly, thinking that I would say goodbye.

Jing Jiu took a step forward and stepped into the darkness outside the cliff.

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

Jing Jiu did not turn around to look, closed his eyes, and began to feel the traces left by himself when he came.

There is no concept of time or space in Taichang Prison, but this is just an approximate statement, not absolute, otherwise the dragon would have become a sanctified.

I don’t know how long it took, but Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up, and returned to the third level of the Demon Suppression Prison.

In front of him was the extremely deep passage full of wind-restricted access, leading to the abyss.

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

Now he has returned to his original place.

In three years, it seemed like nothing had happened, like a dream.

Only the footprints on the ground prove something.

If you walk through it, you will leave traces, and you will not be as helpless as a green duckweed.

Jing Jiu squatted down and planted the flowers that Emperor of the Underworld into the mud, then reached out and grabbed some extremely small things in the air and sent them into the void.

After doing these things, he turned around and walked towards the Demon Suppression Prison.

The flowers on the mud are moving without the wind, as if they are waving their hands to send them off.

The passage upwards is very narrow, and some places are like a slit.

Jing Jiu floated up without any obstacles, and walked through the cracks of the rocks like the wind, moving further and further.

The cracks above the rocks became darker and darker, and I think it was the bottom of the poisonous bird pool.

Jing Jiu looked at that place, thinking about the Emperor of the Underworld who stayed in the green valley.

Emperor Dark did not tell all the truth.

The mosquitoes in the Demon-Suppressing Prison have another purpose in addition to using them to suck the soul-devouring fire to the Underworld to prove that they are still alive.

If it was the Emperor of the Underworld in its heyday, Canglong could not do anything to him, let alone these mosquitoes. However, the Zhongzhou School had a wonderful idea or was very poisonous back then.

After being suppressed and entered the Demon Suppression Prison, Emperor Ming was in an extremely weak state, which was what Jing Jiu saw three years ago.

In this state, the Emperor of the Underworld could not resist the mosquitoes and could only let the mosquitoes bite, the soul fire kept dissipating, and there was no way to restore its strength.

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

If this situation continues like this, Emperor Nether will have to remain weak like this forever until he is boiled into a dry bone for a long time.

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

If he stood on the human side, Jing Jiu shouldn't give the Emperor the opportunity, but he did not refuse because he knew what the Emperor wanted to do.

Just like Shi Toyoto-sen committed suicide in front of him, he could have stopped him but did not do that.

He has always respected the last choice of life.

Because life and death are the greatest.

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The Demon Prison is sometimes like a besieged city.

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

When Jing Jiu was about to leave, when the Emperor of the Underworld decided to let himself be forgotten by his subjects, someone wanted to enter the Demon Suppression Prison to change all this.

A few days ago, Qingtiansi sent a retaliatory criminal into the Demon Suppression Prison. It is said that he was a think tank in some place of Bu Lao Lin. He could not practice, but it was very dangerous.

Deep in the stone mountain on the uppermost level of the Demon Suppression Prison, a middle-aged man stood in front of the cell door and waited silently.

He was not a think tank of Bu Lao Lin, but a letter sent in by Prince Jing Xin through the commander of the Qingtian Department.

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

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

The demon prison was extremely dark and there was no light. The old man's appearance was very clear because the old man was glowing.

The old man's hair was very messy, piled up like wild grass, with two vague protrusions inside, which looked a little weird.

The middle-aged man was a little confused and thought that there were not even guards in the Demon Suppression Prison, only puppets, why did an old man suddenly appear?

The old man said expressionlessly: "Come out."

The middle-aged man wanted to say that his feet were locked in shackles. He looked down and found that the shackles had been opened at some point, so he quickly followed them out.

Crazy shouts and songs were everywhere on the cliffs. As for the sober prisoners who saw the old man, they were in horror and dared not make any sound.

The old man looked at the cliff in the dark, and the crazy raps suddenly stopped. 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 you now."

The old man asked expressionlessly: "Do you know who I am?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

Bu Lao Lin knew very well that Prince Jingxin would definitely not dare to hide it from the Zhongzhou Sect. No matter who sent people, he would be closely monitored from the first moment he entered the Demon Suppression Prison, and it would be impossible to do anything. But the middle-aged man didn't want to do anything at all, he was just a letter.

Whoever picks up this letter will be the recipient.

The old man said: "Content."

The middle-aged man said, "A ghost came from the Demon-Suppressing Prison."

The old man's eyes showed a cruel and mocking expression: "It seems you really don't know who I am, otherwise how could you say such a ridiculous thing."

All the things that happened in the Demon Suppression Prison could not be hidden from him.

After saying this, the old man ignored the middle-aged man and walked towards the depths of the Demon Suppression Prison. The light and shadow brought out of 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 moss-filled mountain stream.

Middle-aged people know they are dying.

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

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

Soon his arms fell off blood and bones.

His face showed a look of horror, and then it flew, turning into a more terrifying picture.

It didn't take long for him to disappear into the pond, and even his bones were left.

The old man still felt very hungry and was a little dissatisfied.

Then he was a little surprised because the letter sent by Bulao Lin was really the same sentence.

——A ghost came from the Demon Suppression Prison.

He looked at Bitan below with no expression, hoping that this ghost could fill him.

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(The summer vacation travel plan is about to begin, and it will be updated at 8:00 on the evening tomorrow. If you don’t have time to write a report in advance. I wish you all a happy summer heat.)
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