Immortal

Chapter 17—The Furious Flame of Zhongshan

In a palace, a noblewoman looked at Sima Sanliang who was standing in front of her.

"My son can't die in vain. Now that it's in your hands, you'll die! Sima Zongzhuang will give you Zhongshan, and that's what it means."

"Yes!" Sima Sanliang responded, afraid to look up.

"In Qingqiu, as long as I don't kill Zhongshan, I can make the decision for you."

"Mrs. Xie!"

"Go!"

"Yes!"

A palace in Qingqiu Great Prison.

Sima Sanliang looked at the jailer Liu Ding and Liu Jia in front of him.

"Master, rest assured that in the eighteen layers of hell, the repair is complete, and it still bears 200,000 times its own gravity. Even if Tianshan is Tianxian, it is difficult to move at this moment. We must make Zhongshan dead! "Liu Ding immediately expressed loyalty.

"Did I let him die?" Sima Sanliang frowned.

"Uh!"

"Broken his limbs makes him worse than death. But he must breathe!" Sima Sanliang said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Liu Ding responded immediately.

"But adults, the eighteenth-floor **** are the heaviest offenders. To open each dungeon, you must open the keys of the five commanders together. You have one key, what about the keys of the other four commanders? ? "Rokko worried.

"I will banquet them. Just when Master Afo is in there, he says he wants to give something to Master Afo. They will lend the key to me. I will drag them on, and you hurry up!" Sima Sanliang said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Eighteen levels of hell.

After a lot of prisoners noisy for a while, Zhongshan ignored him at all, and after being scolded for a while, he had no choice but to calm down.

The square-shaped prison was filled with wailing sounds everywhere, and then there was the purr of fat people sleeping comfortably in the far corner.

Zhongshan sat quietly. Keep thinking about what to do next.

Within a day, Zhongshan's eyelids moved, and someone came?

In the center of the valley, there were two pillars of light that penetrated the sky.

The Liu Ding and Liu Jia a day ago?

Liu Ding Liu Jia looked around for a while, and soon found Zhong Shan, looked at each other, and both nodded. Go to other places.

About two sticks of incense. Liu Ding Liu Jia found more than ten prisoners from other prisons. The two took out five beads of different colors and put them into five grooves on the outside of the Zhongshan trap.

"Oh!"

With a soft whistle, a dozen prisoners came in very easily. And Liu Ding Liu Jia also immediately took out the beads, a circle of laps suddenly formed a black gas shield again.

"Liu Ding Liu Jia, you have to talk!" Said the first prisoner with black hair in his chest.

"Just do what I say, you immediately move to the seventeenth hell!" Liu Ding said.

The prisoners nodded, and then looked at Zhongshan fiercely.

"Liu Ding Liu Jia? What do you mean by this?" Zhong Shan asked lightly without opening his eyes.

"The cell in Hell is tense, so I'm sorry you are crowded!" Liu Dingyin laughed.

At this moment, prisoners in other prisons are paying attention to this side.

"Liu Ding Liu Jia, you have to make a good excuse for everyone! Hahaha!" Laughed a prisoner in a cell in the distance.

"Yeah, who the **** is it? Just come one day and you're going to fix him?" Another prisoner shouted.

"Shut up!" Liu Jia angered.

But where the prisoners of the eighteenth floor of **** are easily frightened, they shouted wildly.

"You guys aren't going yet!" Liu Ding called to the dozen or so prisoners in Zhongshan's prison.

A dozen prisoners nodded, and the interrogating prisoner said just now: "This man is just like us, so complete. We are all dozens of famous murderers. Are we afraid of him? I am waiting for this bird Enough, come together! "

A crowd of prisoners approached Zhongshan and squeezed their fists one by one to burst Zhongshan.

Walking closer and closer, getting closer and closer to Zhongshan.

Liu Ding Liu Jia stood outside the prison, with a smile on his face. This whole thing is too easy.

A dozen prisoners approached Zhong Shan, raised their fists, and were about to attack Zhong Shan.

Zhong Shan's eyes suddenly opened. A peerless fierce breath erupted from Zhong Shan's eyes.

The fierce sorrow, the peerless fierce sorrow, resembled the scent of the fairy sword, reflected from Zhong Shan's eyes. Zhong Shan's eyes were too terrible, and the fierce stern eyes flashed directly into the hearts of the prisoners.

There was a desperate prisoner just now, and he couldn't hold his fist at this moment. Because Zhongshan's eyes are too scary. A crowd of prisoners saw death from those eyes. As if the whole person was frozen by this look.

Bad breath, never seen such a fierce breath.

Who can be on the eighteenth floor of hell? They are all peerless murderers, but this group of peerless murderers were born to be fixed by an eye of Zhong Shan.

There was no wave of mana, and Zhong Shan didn't take any action either. He only caught the crowd with a pair of eyes.

A lot of prisoners swallowed and couldn't get their hands off, as if there was a voice telling them that as soon as you started, you would die immediately.

Zhong Shan's fierce gaze is not a kung fu, but the realization of life, combined with the touch of the four immortal swords, the **** is like a fierce sword. Deter the Quartet.

A dozen prisoners dared not take any action, and backed away slightly in the initial panic.

"Black Tower, you're stupid, don't do it yet, you won't be afraid, hahaha!" Laughed the prisoner in another cell in the distance.

"Hurry up, I haven't seen a fight for a long time, hurry up!" The Quartet cheated.

However, the prisoners who were frightened by Zhong Shan didn't dare to take any shots, and their foreheads were sweating, even if they were fierce all their lives, they had never seen such terrible eyes.

hit? Dare not fight! No one dares to hit Zhongshan.

Zhong Shan's eyes, horrified!

"You guys are dead? Not ready yet!" Liu Ding cried.

When Liu Ding called, everyone was backing away, and no one dared to rush up.

Zhong Shan's fierce gaze turned to Liu Ding Liu Jia.

"Is the Sima family asking you to come? It is best not to mess with me. Otherwise you cannot bear the consequences." Zhong Shan said coldly.

As Zhongshan's eyes ‘fierce’ arrived, Liu Ding Liu Jia was also full of excitement, and there was a dread in his eyes.

"What are you afraid of? He is just a mortal now. Not only is he suppressed by eighteen layers of hell. Sima Zong has also sealed his practice. My practice is still there, my grandeur, what am I afraid of?" Liu Ding immediately cheered himself up. Road.

"Liu Ding, what can I do? Adults are still waiting there!" Liu Jia said.

"This group of wastes can't be counted on, but you and I will do it. He's just a mortal. Will our two Xuanxian be afraid of him? Early on, early on!" Liu Ding said immediately.

"I'm really scared? Liu Ding Liu Jia, who's the one in there? They're so outrageous in the Black Tower. Why are they like quails now?"

"Who the **** is it?"

The prisoners of the Quartet were extremely curious and clamored loudly. The clamors of this period were more like cheering to Liu Ding and Liu Jia.

Liu Ding Liu Jia once again opened the ring. More than a dozen prisoners, such as the Black Iron Tower, quickly jumped out of the ring. Obviously, Zhongshan's glance shocked everyone too much.

Liuding holds an iron chain, and Liujia holds a stick. With a fierce look, he walked step by step towards Zhongshan.

"Do you want to bear the consequences?" Zhong Shan said coldly. Still sitting cross-legged, motionless.

Liujia swallowed, his eyes flashed fiercely: "A mortal, what are you afraid of?"

"Consequences? Even if we bear the consequences, it is not now, and we are acting on orders!" Rokko said.

"Don't talk nonsense to him, waste him!"

Between the words, the big stick in Liujia's hand fell to Zhong Shan with a stick. On top of the stick, there were two red and blue lights flowing, looking very strong.

Zhong Shan's eyes were cold: "The consequence of what I said is now!"

Between words, Zhong Shan reached out and patted his right hand against the stick. Everyone was holding their breaths and watching. At this moment, the eighteenth floor of **** was quiet, only the purrs in the corner were still so loud.

Zhongshan grabbed with one palm toward Liujia, and the right palm suddenly emitted a faint silver light, and a light cloud covered the right palm.

Opening the palm of the sky, leading to the Tao of Heaven, how could Sima Zong be able to seal it?

Seeing the silver light in Zhongshan's right hand, Liujia knew it was not good.

No, he wasn't blocked for repair? A generation of holy king? Am I shooting against a generation of holy kings? Liujia scared three corpses jumped wildly. But everything is too late.

"Boom ~!"

The big stick in his hand was cut off at once, and a powerful hand caught Liujia, a generation of Xuanxian burst into pieces.

On the other side, Liu Ding was frightened when he saw this scene, and turned around and fled outward at a horrible speed.

"boom!"

Zhongshan struck through the air with a palm shadow in the void, and Liu Ding burst open.

The whole eighteenth floor of **** was suddenly quiet. Everyone stared at Zhong Shan blankly, eyes full of horror. Too overbearing. Too cruel!

"It's kind, it's so fun!"

There was a sudden excitement from a corner in the distance. Everyone looked, but it was the fat man in yellow that had previously slept. Although the fat man in Huangyi had cotton in his ears, he could still hear outside sounds, but he became accustomed when he fell asleep, but the sound of the eighteenth floor **** suddenly ceased, and the fatless man in Huangyi suddenly became unaccustomed Opened his eyes dimly.

It happened that Zhongshan blasted Liujia with one palm, and then broke Liuding with one palm. Too great, what kind of prisoner? Can the jailer be blasted in the eighteenth floor of hell?

The jailer is not subject to mana because of the red bracelet, but the prisoner does not have a red bracelet, can the mortal body be so perverted?

The dozen or so prisoners who were about to find Zhongshan's troubles were afraid.

"Black Tower, thanks to you this time!" One of the prisoners said to the prisoner headed.

Yeah, if it wasn't for the Black Iron Tower that took the lead and retreated backwards, the other prisoners might really be foolishly rushing with their eyes closed.

With both palms killing the jailer, Zhong Shan knew that this matter could not be better. Gently got up to see the murderers in the eighteen floors of hell.

His eyes swept away, and wherever he went, a breath of King's Land came out. There was a great deal of awe in the hearts of countless prisoners.

A generation of holy kings, no matter where they go, they are still a generation of holy kings.