Guard The Sky Prison For A Hundred Years, You Will Be Invincible At Birth

Qingqiu is in the west.

The carriage left the prison and walked westward.

As a coachman, Zong Ming raised his spiritual sense belonging to the Spirit Sea Demon King to the highest level, and he always pays attention to the movements around him.

However, the carriage has been traveling for nearly a hundred miles, and nothing happened.

Only passersby and businessmen in the past often cast slightly surprised eyes on Zong Ming.

It is estimated that he has never seen such a handsome coachman.

Passing by Raven Mountain, which is 120 miles away from Yujing City, encountered something unfair.

Zong Ming's nerves were tense, he thought it was a murder.

It was only after he made a move that he realized that they were just a group of bandits who robbed the way, and the strongest ones were nothing more than Qi Gathering.

Kill it casually, and pass safely.

After traveling one hundred and fifty miles, the carriage stopped.

"Ninth Prince, get out of the car and get some air."

Zong Ming jumped out of the carriage and called into the carriage, but his eyes and mind were always watching his surroundings, in case something might happen at any time.

Someone in the carriage hummed.

Then came a handsome young man with a white face.

It was Zong Shou.

At this time, the carriage was traveling to a plain with a wide view.

The time has just passed Xiaochun, and the winter has not yet disappeared.

New tender green grasses grew on the plains, but most of them were withered and yellow, and the scenery was not very good.

But for Zong Shou who has not stepped out of the Great Hall on the fifth floor of the Sky Prison for thirty years.

This brand new world in front of me.

It is beautiful and novel enough.

He bent down and stared curiously at the insects and ants stumbling past under his feet, as well as the earthworms digging into the soil.

Like a naive and romantic child.

Zong Ming looked at Zong Shou's appearance, and there was a touch of relief in his eyes.

But this relief was soon overshadowed by heavy worries.

Zong Ming looked up at a certain position in the sky above his head.

In that nothingness, he vaguely sensed two figures.

Since they left from Yu Jingcheng, these two people have been following them.

"How far do you think they'll get out alive?"

The old man in brocade clothes stood in the void with his hands behind his back, looked at Zong Ming and Zongshou below, and said to Ji Aoyue.

Ji Aoyue sneered, "How far do you want them to go?"

The old man in brocade clothes did not answer, but changed the subject, and said lightly: "I have already received news from the Star Observation Department when I came.

There are a large number of monster races entering the country, because the probability is that they come from Qingqiu. "

"The territory of Dayu is tens of thousands of miles, and hundreds of millions of Li people live in it. Humans, demons, demons, ghosts, evil...

Can't tolerate a little Zongshou?"

Ji Aoyue suddenly became excited, gnashing her teeth: "Is the face of you people really that important?

Who's going to watch? Who's going to care? Who's going to have time to pay attention to this crap? Hmmm?"

The old man in brocade clothes remained expressionless, unmoved in the slightest.

Facing Ji Aoyue's questioning, he just replied indifferently: "It's useless for you to say this to me, if you have the ability, you stand up and throw it away.

"If I have a hundred years to live, I should grab him by the collar of his dragon robe and ask him."

Ji Aoyue's emotions gradually calmed down, and her eyes fell back on the two people below.

Looking at Zong Shou, his eyes gradually softened, and he said in a low voice: "What a wonderful baby, she really looks like the minister back then."

The old man in brocade clothes seemed to be touched by this sentence, and his expression was complicated.

"Yeah, it's very similar."

The two remained silent.

"It's time to continue on the road, Ninth Prince."

Zong Ming called softly.

Zong Shou, who was squatting on the ground, hummed, clapped his hands and stood up.

Reluctantly withdrawing his eyes from the soil, he sighed softly: "Unfortunately, brother Lin Qing is not here.

Otherwise, he would be able to tell me dozens of stories and reasons based on these.

Zong Ming's eyes flickered when he heard this.

He naturally knew who Zong Shou said "Brother Lin" was referring to.

But he didn't say anything, he just silently helped Zongshou get into the car and continued on his way.

Xu Shi had seen the beauty of the outside world once, and since then, Zong Shou kept raising the curtains of the car, lying on the window to watch the passing scenery along the way.

On the road, I ran into a businessman and saw him lying on the car window, and he was pure and handsome.

The courageous female relatives will take the initiative to come up and ask his name with a smile.

But Zong Shou blushed so much that he put down the curtain in a panic and shrank back into the car in embarrassment.

Only after the sound of laughter had gone away did he carefully poke his head out again.

All this was too new and interesting for him, something he had never encountered before three thousand years ago.

In the past, I only heard about it in people's stories, but now it seems that I have walked into the story in person.

No matter how you look at it, how you see it, how you play it, it's not enough.

It's just that whenever there is a scene or something is over, he will always say, "If brother Lin Qing is here, what should I do?"

Then he remembered that someone said yesterday that he would come to see him off, but he hadn't seen the other party appear yet.

Then began to worry about gains and losses.

"He can't forget, can he?"

"He must not forget."

"Perhaps he is in a hurry today?"

It looks very similar to the time when I was in the Great Hall on the fifth floor of the dungeon, when I was looking forward to guessing whether someone would come today.

Before I knew it, another thirty miles passed by.

The carriage drove to a deserted road, and a dilapidated pavilion could be seen in the distance.

There was one person sitting in the gazebo.

Zong Shoufu stared at the man from the car window for a long time, and felt that the outline of the figure was familiar, so he couldn't help leaning half of his body out of the window, waving his hands and shouting in surprise.

"Brother Lin Qing! Brother Lin Qing! So you are waiting for me here?"

Zong Ming who was driving the car, and three people who followed in the sky, Marriage Aoyue and the old man in brocade clothes.

Startled for a moment, they raised their eyes to look at the figure.

But Zong Shou called for a long time, the man in the gazebo just glanced at him, then quickly turned his head and ignored him.

When the carriage left the pavilion and entered, and the appearance of the people in the pavilion clearly appeared, Zong Shou realized that he had misidentified the person, and the joy on his face faded little by little.

It was a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.

The green shirt has sleeves, and his appearance is only delicate.

He was sitting on a stone bench, with a long knife and a kettle with the lid unscrewed beside him.

There is no Cultivation Base on him.

People are mortal.

A knife is also a common knife.

It looks like just an ordinary boy passing by for a rest.

Several people took a look and then looked back.

The old man in brocade clothes noticed the disappointment flashing in Ji Aoyue's eyes, he twitched the corners of his mouth lightly, and didn't speak.

Only Zong Shou kept staring at the gazebo boy until the carriage passed the gazebo, and he kept looking back frequently.

It seems to be afraid of accidentally missing something.

The carriage continued to go forward ten straight to the foot of ten green hills.

The scenery here is good, and there is a small stream meandering at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing this, Zong Ming stopped the car and shouted to the inside of the car: "Ninth Prince, let's rest here and have something to eat."

There was a muffled sound from inside the car.

Later, Zong Shou was seen walking out of the car, but his mood was a little depressed.

"When we enter this mountain, we don't need this carriage. At that time, I will take the Ninth Prince to fly away, and it only takes two days to reach Qingqiu."

Zong Ming pointed to the green hill ahead and said to Zong Shou.

Zong Shou didn't look at the mountain, but looked up at the sun in the sky.

"The sun is already in the west, and the book says it's going to be dark, and the day will pass..."

Zong Shou muttered, and suddenly asked Zong Ming: "Uncle Zong Ming, why do you think Brother Lin Qing hasn't come to see me off yet?"

Zong Ming was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and immediately said: "Maybe there is something to do, or maybe it has already been delivered, but the Ninth Prince didn't pay attention.

Or maybe...

The friend of the Ninth Prince had actually been sending the Ninth Prince off all along, but the Ninth Prince didn't notice it.

"Um?!"

Zong Shou blinked, thinking about the meaning of what Zong Ming said, and froze in place for a moment.

Seeing Zong Shou pondering, Zong Ming's eyes were complicated, and he thought to himself.

Ninth Prince, you have no idea what kind of existence that friend of yours is.

0...seeking flowers0

It is very important for such an extraordinary person to be able to do so.

Regardless of whether that person will appear or not, Zong Ming is not surprised.

Zong Ming thought about it, looked at the creek in the distance, thought for a while, then took food from the car and handed it to Zong Shou, and said: "Ninth Prince, eat some dry food first, and I'll get some water.

"oh.....…"

Zong Shou responded softly, holding the dry rations while gnawing, thinking about what Zong Ming said, and kept giving them away, but he just didn't find out what it meant.

While eating, Zong Shou suddenly heard a sharp man's voice.

"What's so delicious about this thing? Eat me!"

Zong Shou was startled, and hurriedly looked up.

I saw a pair of hands reaching out to him without knowing when.

These two hands, one hand is holding a thick and long iron pick.

There were two bloody things sticking out of the stick.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be two skinned foxes.

Naked and bloody, pierced on a stick, not completely dead, still screaming in pain.

In the other hand was a glass of wine.

There was blood in the cup, and there was a round pill floating on it.

No need to get close, there are blood Qi and Monster Qi soaring out of the cup.

Seeing this, Zong Shou was frightened out of his wits, and immediately screamed, stepped back a dozen steps, and finally fell to the ground with a pale face.

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Seeing him like this, the owner of those two hands seemed to be seeing the most interesting thing in the world.

I couldn't help laughing.

The laughter was sharp and weird, echoing around in the open field, it was the Liao people at their extreme.

"Nine princes!"

Zong Ming, who came back from fetching water from a distance, almost burst into tears when he saw this.

With a roar, the whole person turned into light, and suddenly stood in front of Zong Shou.

Zong Shou was obviously terrified. Although he couldn't stop waving his hands to indicate that he was fine, he couldn't say a word in a daze.

Zong Ming was so worried and angry that he was about to burst through the sky, so he helped Zong Shou up and turned around abruptly.

I saw that in front of the two of them, at some point, a pale and handsome middle-aged man with long and narrow eyelids appeared.

The man grinned from the corners of his mouth to the ears, with a half-smile on his face, his eyes staring straight at the two of them, his whole person was indescribably sinister and weird.

Seeing this person, Zong Ming gritted his teeth and read out three words.

"Yan Lao San!"

"Isn't it me?"

The middle-aged man responded faintly, looked at Zong Ming, and said softly with a look of emotion: "I never thought that I was the first God of War Zong Mingzong General of Qingqiu Jiumai's younger generation.

Thirty years have passed, and I still remember me, Yan Laosan, a mere nobody. "

As he spoke, a Daoist figure loomed from behind the middle-aged man.

But thin, handsome, and gloomy.

These people appeared from behind Yan Laosan, their eyes fixed on Zong Mingzong and Shou, and their eyes were indifferent

It's like looking at a dead person without temperature.

Zong Ming glanced over these people and read their names.

"The sixteenth child of the Hu family, the eighteenth child of the Yan family, the seventh child of the Zong family

good very good. "

Zong Ming's eyes became colder, and he said calmly: "I expected that someone would come to make things difficult for the Ninth Prince to return to Qingqiu, but I never thought that there would be so many people.

Could it be that there is no one loyal to the Demon Emperor in Qingqiu today?"

"How come?"

Yan Laosan shook his head, and casually threw all the iron sticks and wine glasses that were used to scare Zongshou before Zong Ming.

Pointing to the two skinned blood foxes, he said softly, "Hey, don't you have two more here?"

Zong Ming stared at the two foxes who were worn on the iron sticks and howled and struggled for a while, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the next second, he cried out in grief: "Uncle Jiu! Uncle Fourth!..."

The whole person rushed forward immediately.

Seeing Zong Ming's appearance like this, Yan Laosan suddenly burst out laughing.

The group of people behind them also laughed, and they were all very happy. .