Vol 9 Chapter 16: Eighteen floors of hell

Chapter 16 Eighteen Layers of Hell
After a few days of flight, Zhongshan finally arrived at the Sacred Capital of Qingqiu with Sima Zongheng.
The hilly city of Qingqiu is between a vast mountain range. The mountains of Daqian World are not comparable to the mountains of Xiaoqian World. The towering mountain is tens of thousands of miles high. At a glance, the endless mountains were endless, and a large number of repairers flew across. A large number of foxes run between the mountains and forests.
The holy capital of Qingqiu, surrounded by clouds and mists, has a large number of floating islands at high altitudes. The infinite golden light comes from the sky.
In this rolling mountain, it is divided into many areas, and each area has a corresponding downtown area.
"Qingqiu Holy Capital!" Zhongshan took a deep breath.
When Sima came back, she landed in a downtown area west of Qingqiu's holy capital. Several early officials quickly welcomed. The first person was wearing an octagonal felt hat, and his face was wrinkled, very ugly.
"My lord!" The man bowed for the head. At the same time, he looked at Zhongshan beside Sima Zongheng.
These days, Qingqiu's holy capital is rumbling, and a generation of holy kings have become hostages? Is it him, he is Zhongshan?
There was a gleam of coldness in the eyes of the official.
"Sima Sanguang, this is the sacred king Zhongshan! Now I have been sealed, like a mortal!" Sima aspect faintly said.
"Oh?" A group of officials looked at Zhongshan together.
At this moment, Zhong Shan, wearing a black robe, still had the same demeanor, without the appearance of a prisoner.
"Master, was the third master killed by him?" Sima Sanguang looked at Zhong Shan with a grudge.
"Sima Ce is not a homicide, but it has something to do with him. Now he is a vassal, and he must not be rude to him!" Sima said in a deep voice.
"Uh?" Sima Sanguang said slightly.
Don't be rude to him?
"Then send him to quality ..." Sima Sanguang said with a doubt. But just after talking about it, Sima Zong was interrupted.
"He's not anyway, send him to you!" Sima aspect said.
"Me? Where am I?" Sima Sanguang exclaimed.
"Yeah, find the cleanest place there." Sima laughed evilly.
"The cleanest? The eighteenth floor?" Sima Sanguang asked tentatively.
"Well, it's over there, entertain!" Sima laughed.
Seeing Sima's expression, Sima Sanguang immediately understood the meaning, and was he entertained? Eighteen floors? Can you treat it well? In the past, the three young masters and Sima Zongzhuang were the best. The three young masters died because of Zhongshan. Did Sima zong die?
"Yes, the subordinates will not let the adults down!"
"There is still ten miles from here to you. Zhongshan is just a mortal now. Don't go too fast. Let him have a good look at Qingqiu Holy Capital!"
"Yes!"
"Hahahaha!"
After Sima had arranged vertically and horizontally, the big sleeves flickered and disappeared in front of everyone.
"Wang Zhongsheng, let us go!" Sima Sanliang laughed.
Sima Sanliang's heart is full of contentment, a grand generation of holy king, now actually reduced to his own prisoner?
In the countless places of Qingqiu Sacred Capital, although Sima Sanliang is in charge of Qingqiu Great Prison, his status is really too low, that is, such a person who has no status and feels enraged suddenly "masters" the fate of a holy king , Can Sima Sanliang be surprised?
"Huh!" Zhong Shan nodded. For such people, Zhongshan can't be angry.
A group of people walked along a street.
Sima Sanliang seemed unsatisfied and thought: "A few of you, spread it around for me, and say that Zhongshan has reached Qingqiu, and on Dajie Street, he immediately enters Qingqiu Great Prison. Quickly!"
"Yes!" Several jailers flew away immediately.
"And you, King Zhongsheng is here, how can you walk so calmly? Hit the gongs and drums and clear the street!" Sima Sanliang called to the rest.
"Yes!"
"Ha ha ha ha!" Sima Sanliang was extremely proud.
"Oh!" "Oh!"
A gong and drum sounded, and the people on the street retreated and stood on both sides watching the strange combination.
"All of you, this is King Zhongsheng of Dasao!" Sima Sanliang shouted loudly.
"Ma'am the Holy King?"
"He's the King of Tadpoles?"
"What is this? Where did Sima Sanliang take him? Shouldn't he go to the Imperial Palace?"
"Did you take him to prison?"
"Lord Aura lives in prison?"
For a while, the entire Dajie Street was boiling, and people looked at Zhongshan in the center strangely.
The holy king went to jail, something that has never happened before. It's so strange and weird.
For a while, the news spread wildly and spread quickly in all directions.
"King Saint King is here, on Da Jie Street!"
"On Dajie Street , immediately enter Qingqiu Great Prison!"
More and more people came around, and the news came out a few days ago, but people have always been skeptical, and now they are really here?
Shilichang Street is not so easy to walk, and now Zhongshan is still a mortal form.
More and more people gathered around.
"Look, that's Zhongshan!"
"See, Dasao King, but that's it!"
"When I reach Qingqiu, no matter how strong and noble you are, you must bow your head!"
Crowd talked. Sima Sanliang's face was very proud. I have never been so concerned. Although I am not concerned about myself, I have come to so many people because of myself.
Zhongshan said nothing from beginning to end. It is true that Zhongshan is very uncomfortable being seen as a monkey now, but he also knows that the mentality of these people is that there is only the kind of coward and the kind of talent who can't get on the stage will be gloating. Becoming a prisoner under the ranks today, ridiculed by others, how do they look?
Of course, Zhongshan has never had such a big loss. Although he was very calm, his arrogance made Zhongshan deeply remember this scene.
Sima Sanguang is very proud. The only disadvantage is that Zhong Shan has not resisted. It is too calm. If he resists, swears and shoots, that's fine. Then he can show his fierce power, but Zhong Shan is too far off It was silent at all. It was a coward.
coward? When Sima Sanguang saw Zhongshan's strength, he would not think so.
Shili Da Jie Street, Zhong Shan was mocked. He never said a word. Go all the way to the end of the battlefield area where countless soldiers guard.
Qingqiu Great Prison.
The inside was deeply embarrassed, bypassing more than a dozen levels, and walked to the inside. There were a large number of palaces, and the plaque of the largest palace had a large 'jail' on it.
The noisy scene outside has long aroused the curiosity of all officials in Qingqiu Great Prison. When Sima Sanliang brought Zhongshan, all of them stretched their necks to look at Zhongshan and the strange King.
"Liu Ding, Liu Jia!" Sima Sanliang shouted.
"Sir, here!" The two jailers rushed forward.
"Find a remote place and send him to jail!" Sima Sanliang said in a deep voice.
"But, sir, we are responsible for the eighteenth hell! Is there something wrong with him?" One of them cried.
"Inappropriate? What's wrong? What's the matter, I'm burdened. Not ready to go yet!" Sima Sanliang said.
"Yes!" Liu Ding Liu Jia immediately responded.
Adults have said, what else can we not do?
"King Sheng, please, please!" Sima Sanliang sneered.
"Huh!" Zhong Shan nodded.
Zhong Shan did not refute. As Liu Ding Liu Jia walked to the hall called
Prison
, Sima Sanliang looked at Zhong Shan's back, his eyes became cold.
Inside the hall, there are eighteen round black platforms.
"Go to this prison station!" Liuding Liujia said.
Zhongshan stepped up, and suddenly, there were numerous colorful lights shining around the black stage, as if the entire black stage was shaking.
It took five full breaths to shake. Zhongshan felt only a sudden heavy body. As if carrying a giant mountain. The colorful lights suddenly disappeared, and even the previous black station disappeared.
Zhongshan appeared in another place.
In the gloomy sky, there were a lot of plague worms floating around, and there was a strong smell of carrion in the air. This is a huge circular valley with a diameter of hundreds of miles. There is a thick black air permeating the mountain, exhaling a heart-breaking breath. A beam of light in the center leads to the sky.
Zhongshan is leaning at the foot of the mountain, next to the mountain, and there is a circle of ten feet on the side, but a small half circle into the mountain. Zhong Shan approached, and the edge of the circle suddenly emitted a lot of black light, making it impossible to touch.
Painting the ground is a prison. Can't get out, can only move in these ten square feet?
In this valley, there are nearly 20,000 ring-shaped cells like Zhongshan. Prisoners are held in nearly 10,000 cells, some only one, and several at the same time, and many prisoners circulate at the moment.
"Ka!" One of them suddenly dipped his chest, spit blood in his mouth, and he was so dead!
I was crushed to death by myself.
Zhongshan immediately discovered the wonders here, with a weight of 200,000 times. The people here should have been mana-forced. Like a mortal, they could resist the 200,000 times gravity with a strong physical body. Eighteen levels of are really not what ordinary people can come to.
Strong to the perverted body, Zhongshan did not have much burden.
Zhong Shan leaned at the foot of the mountain and sat down with her knees crossed.
"Snoring!"
"Snoring!"
As soon as Zhong Shan sat down, he heard a strange sound, turned his head and looked slightly.
Potted? Purifying air? A large number of potted plants surround a table and a large bed in the center, which are full of various foods. On the big bed, a fat man in yellow clothes, with two cotton in his ears, hugged a pillow beside a pillow and slept loudly, listening to the piercing ears of the prisoners.
Is it so cozy to reach the eighteenth floor of hell?
"Hey, boy, what crime did you commit and have been beaten into eighteen floors of hell?" Suddenly a man with a fleshly face called.
"Yeah, it's been 8,000 years since it was closed. Tell us, what does it look like outside?"
"What about you, boy, you're looking for death!" Cried the man with a flesh.
Zhong Shan ignored it and sat cross-legged like the old monk settled.