Eternal Tranquility

The development of the matter was beyond Liu Qinghuan's expectation, and also left the three Senluo City ghost cultivators who came in with him confused. However, this did not prevent them from judging the situation. Seeing Liu Qinghuan being imprisoned, the three of them looked at each other, fearing that they would be implicated, so they invariably withdrew from Laoyuan.

The originally orderly hall suddenly became quiet because of the situation in this corner. Countless monks stopped and whispers could be heard.

"Caught a spy from Qing Ming?"

"This spy is too bold. He dares to show up in the Palace of Sin."

"I think he is stupid. He clearly has a problem with his identity, but he still doesn't know what he can do and stands on the inspection table. Does he think he can escape the inspection of Tiandipu?"

At the same time, a group of guards ran in from behind the main hall and rushed towards this side menacingly.

Liu Qinghuan was bound by the slender light threads so that he could not move. Normally, he might have been able to fight, but at this time, he couldn't even use a trace of spiritual power, and he couldn't even struggle.

I felt quite bad in my heart. It seemed that the problem was mostly with which interface it came from, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he shouted angrily in confusion and panic: "What does this mean? I have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers." , come here to contribute despite the hardships, why do you call me a spy?”

The disfigured middle-aged monk said with a ferocious smile: "You are a Taoist cultivator from the Wanhu Realm, so what are you if you are not a spy?"

He waved his hand and prepared for the guards to come up and catch him.

Liu Qinghuan shouted: "I don't know why Wanhu Realm is a spy, but I know that the interface I come from, Yunmengze, separated from Wanhu Realm hundreds of thousands of years ago, and there has never been any connection between them. It’s just an ordinary small interface, it’s ridiculous for a spy to say it!”

"Slow down." The old man raised his hand and stopped the guard from arresting people. He took a step forward, looked at him carefully, and said to the middle-aged monk: "I don't think he is lying. He is from Wanhu Realm." We all know that the situation is somewhat special. There was indeed a huge space shock hundreds of thousands of years ago, and many powerful domains were split apart, forming some small interfaces. It is said that they have not all been recovered yet. "

The middle-aged monk snorted impatiently: "In any case, Wanhujie is a large interface affiliated to Qingming. And don't forget, haven't those guys in Wanhujie always claimed that even those small interfaces If they are living outside, it still belongs to their territory, and other interfaces are not allowed to encroach on it?”

Liu Qinghuan's eyes lit up and he said: "So, doesn't this just prove that I am not a spy? The two worlds have lost contact for hundreds of thousands of years, and I have never been to that interface. Lianyun Mengze belongs to the Wanhu Realm I didn’t know about this until after the Netherworld.”

The middle-aged monk was speechless for a moment and stared at him sternly.

He looked at the old man expectantly. Although this man might only speak for him because he wanted to find out the facts, it was still better than the middle-aged monk who wanted to catch him.

The old man pondered for a moment and spoke again, living up to his expectations: "He is only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. If he really sneaks from the Netherworld to my Jiuyou rear with ulterior motives, what can he do with his cultivation level? I think it's better to just kill him Just throw it back to the boundary gate and drive it out."

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel happy when she heard the middle-aged monk chuckle sinisterly and look at him evilly with the only intact eye. He took out a magic mirror in his hand and shined it at him!

A beam of yellow light shot out of the mirror and hit him right when he saw the shadow of a towering tree floating above his head. The clear wood spirit energy was like a fresh wind, blowing slowly in the nearby area.

Liu Qinghuan's expression changed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he remembered the appearance and aura of the person in front of him!

The middle-aged monk smiled maliciously and said: "Haha, Brother Chen is really merciful. In my opinion, I would rather kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go! Look at him, he has pure and powerful magic power, and he must be the most cultivated person." With the Taoist mind of Zhongzheng and Peace, it is impossible for such a person to belong to my Jiuyou. In the future, he will definitely ascend to Qingming. Therefore, if he is still low in cultivation, if he is killed, we will have one less person in the future. Enemy, isn’t it a good deal?”

The old man fell silent, and everyone in the hall who heard this fell silent.

Liu Qinghuan smiled coldly and said sarcastically: "There is no need to blame anyone! This Taoist friend is so majestic. According to what you say, why do you need to protect the three thousand small worlds? Why don't you go and protect those Taoist cultivators who have not yet grown up? Kill them all, and maybe the whole Jiuyou will thank you!"

The old man mentioned before that there was an agreement between Qingming and Jiuyou, and the small interfaces were protected and would not participate in the Nine Heavens War, in order to allow them to thrive.

When Liu Qinghuan realized something was wrong, he intuitively sensed the key point of this sentence. Combined with the bits and pieces of information he knew before, he boldly speculated that the existence of the Mingshan Battlefield was not because of any battle between good and evil, but mostly for the distribution of benefits. , this is why there is such an agreement to ensure that there are successors.

The middle-aged monk was full of malice and murderous intentions. This was not just directed at him. He had not had a good attitude towards the ghost cultivators in Senluo City before, so it was more like a twisted mind and hatred of the world.

Seeing that what happened today could not be solved, he no longer tolerated it, but shouted at him: "You are just a killer who looks after the gate! Could it be that your opponent had your underwear taken off on the battlefield before, and you lost your face?" I don’t even dare to ask for it, just tear it up yourself! Hey, look at how ugly you are! Even the devil is a thousand times prettier than you, so you only dare to hide in the city and yell at your own people!”

As Liu Qinghuan spoke, he observed the reactions of everyone in the palace. He saw that many people were vaguely disdainful and resentful towards the middle-aged monk. Even the old man next to him looked at him a little subtle. He thought he had guessed it right. , this person probably offends a lot of people on weekdays.

"You..." The middle-aged monk was so angry that his face, which was mostly destroyed, was distorted into shape.

How could Liu Qinghuan let him speak, and spat out: "Bah! How dare you! I have proven that I am not a spy sent by Qingming, but a monk from a small interface who mistakenly entered the Mingshan battlefield, but Wu that cunning disciple... Still unwilling to give up, killing me is not worth anything, but I don’t know what the purpose of the two-domain agreement is!”

Liu Qinghuan also risked his life today, but in fact he was forced to have no choice. All his magic power was banned, and he was in the enemy's camp. He couldn't escape even with his wings, so he could only argue forcefully, and maybe he could still fight for a chance of survival.

The room here was very lively. Although Liu Qinghuan was restrained all over, he cursed at the top of his lungs, which made the middle-aged monk's face turn purple and he fell backwards in anger, almost choking to death.

The dispute here finally caused the monk who was sitting on the high platform to open his eyes, and saw his purple robe and crown floating down. Wherever he passed, the onlookers consciously moved out of the way.

Liu Qinghuan looked around six directions and had been paying attention to him before, so when he opened his eyes, he immediately stopped talking and only expressed anger.

The purple-clothed monk glanced around, his eyes glide over Liu Qinghuan's body calmly, and asked: "What's going on? How can you be so noisy?"

His voice was not loud, but it was so majestic that the entire hall could hear it.

With life and death hanging on a thin line, Liu Qinghuan was very nervous and looked earnestly at the old man who spoke for him before.

Fortunately, the middle-aged monk was only concentrating on breathing at the moment, so the old man stepped forward and respectfully explained what had happened one by one. The content was impartial, and Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The purple-clothed monk listened with his hands behind his back, but his face showed no expression, which made his heart skip a beat again.

"The junior's suggestion is to send him back to the Realm Gate, but fellow Taoist Zhongli said he would rather kill him than let him go..."

The middle-aged monk hurriedly stepped forward: "Junior..."

The purple-clothed monk frowned, raised a hand, and did not listen to his argument anymore. Instead, he glanced at Liu Qinghuan and said, "In that case, he will be temporarily imprisoned in an empty prison, and he will be sentenced later by the Law Enforcement Hall. That's it. Is there something worth the fuss about?"

Liu Qinghuan's heart sank, but thinking that he didn't have to die immediately and could find another chance to escape in the future, he didn't make any decision.

The old man bowed repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I will die for disturbing your Qing Dynasty."

After everyone respectfully sent him off, the purple-robed monk flicked his robe, flew up, and entered a room high in the hall.

The old man waved his hand, and the light thread binding Liu Qinghuan dispersed, and several guards stepped forward.

"I'll go by myself." Liu Qinghuan said.

When passing by the two people, he bowed his hands to the old man, extended a finger to the middle-aged monk next to him, and then followed the guard and left the hall in full view of everyone.

Walking to the passage outside, Liu Qinghuan glanced on both sides, but only saw seemingly endless passages to the left and right, as well as groups of guards patrolling back and forth.

He sighed secretly, put away his thoughts, and followed the guard obediently, entering a small door, and then went all the way down. Soon he reached the depths of the underground, stopped in front of another door, and pushed him in. .

Liu Qinghuan staggered out, his eyes were filled with darkness, and his figure fell rapidly. He had reached the bottom before he could react. He only heard a click, and when he looked up again, he was already in a cage.

Liu Qinghuan put his foot down, stood firm, and quickly scanned the surroundings. He saw that this prison was like an iron cage, emitting a faint yellow light, with no support up, down, left, or right, and endless darkness and void in all directions.

There is the same yellow light faintly in the distance. I wonder if it is other cages. There are quite a few of them.

As soon as he turned around, he found that he actually had companions. Two unkempt monks were sitting on the other side of the cage, looking at him lazily.

One of them, although his hair was like straw, had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and he said in a ruffian voice: "For the new comers, please tell me your name first, and then hand over everything you have on you."

Liu Qinghuan looked sharply, but saw the monk next to the man slap him reproachfully: "Scaring people again."

He stood up, cupped his hands and smiled and said: "You are polite, fellow Taoist, my friend is joking with you. My surname is Wen, my Taoist name is Ninghe, I am in the late Yuan Ying period, and I am a member of the Wanhu world. May I ask my friend's surname and where he comes from? boundary?"