Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 609 Damn it!

The development of the matter was beyond Liu Qinghuan's expectation, and it also made the three ghost cultivators of Senluo City 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 involved, they all backed away at the same time.

The hall, which was originally in good order, suddenly became quiet because of the situation in this corner. Countless monks stopped and whispered.

"Caught a spy from Qingming's side?"

"This spy is too bold, he dared to show up in the Palace of Guilt."

"I think he's an idiot. He obviously has a problem with his identity, but he didn't think he could stand on the inspection platform. Doesn't he think he can escape the inspection of Tiandipu?"

At the same time, a group of guards ran in from the back of the main hall, rushing aggressively towards this side.

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

I felt something was wrong in my heart, it seemed that the problem mostly came from which interface I came from, but I didn’t reveal anything on my face, but shouted angrily in confusion and panic: "What does this mean! I traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers , come forward to contribute without fear of hardships and dangers, why should I be called a spy?"

The disfigured middle-aged monk said with a sneer: "You are a Taoist cultivator in the Ten Thousand Dendrobium Realm, what are you if you are not a spy?"

With a wave of his hand, he was ready to let the guards come up to catch him.

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

"Slow down." The old man raised his hand, stopped the guards from arresting him, took a step forward, looked at him carefully, and said to the middle-aged monk: "I don't think he seems to be lying. We all know that the situation is a bit special, there was indeed a huge space shock hundreds of thousands of years ago, so that many strong domains split out, forming some small interfaces, it is said that they have not all been recovered until now."

The middle-aged monk snorted impatiently: "In any case, the Wanhu world is a big interface belonging to Qingming. And don't forget, those guys in the Wanhu world have always claimed that even those small interfaces Living outside, it still belongs to their territory, won’t other interfaces be allowed to invade?”

Liu Qinghuan's eyes lit up, and 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 Ten Thousand Dendrobium Realm. I didn’t know about this until after the Nether Realm.”

The middle-aged monk was momentarily at a loss for words, and stared at him sternly.

He looked at the old man expectantly. Although this person might only want to find out the facts before speaking for him, it was better than the middle-aged monk who wanted to arrest him.

The old man pondered for a while, and spoke again with the expectation: "He is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If he really sneaks from the Netherworld to the back of my Jiuyou with ulterior motives, what can he do with his cultivation. Throw it back to the boundary gate, and just drive it out."

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help being overjoyed, but when he heard the middle-aged monk sneer, he scrutinized him viciously with his only intact eye, took out a magic mirror in his hand, and took a look at him!
A beam of yellow light shot out from the mirror and hit him right at him, and he saw the phantom of a towering tree appearing above his head, and the clear wood aura was like a fresh wind blowing slowly in the nearby area.

Liu Qinghuan's face changed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he firmly remembered the appearance of the person in front of him!
The middle-aged monk smiled maliciously and said, "Hehe, brother Chen is really merciful. In my opinion, he would rather kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go! Look at him, he has extremely pure and thick mana, and he must be the most powerful man in cultivation!" Zhongzheng's peaceful Taoist mentality, such a person is absolutely impossible to belong to my Jiuyou. In the future, ascension will definitely ascend to Qingming. Therefore, while his cultivation base is still low now, if he destroys one, we will lose one in the future Enemy, isn't it a good deal?"

The old man fell silent, and everyone in the hall fell silent after hearing this.

Liu Qinghuan sneered coldly, and said mockingly: "If you want to commit a crime, there is nothing wrong with it! This Taoist friend is so powerful, according to what you say, why should he protect the three thousand small worlds? Why don't you go and protect those immature Taoist cultivators?" Kill them all, maybe the whole Jiuyou will thank you!"

The old man mentioned before that there is an agreement between Qingming and Jiuyou, the small interface is protected, and the purpose of not participating in the battle of Jiutian is to let them thrive.

When Liu Qinghuan realized that something was wrong, he intuitively sensed the key point of this sentence, and combined with the bits and pieces of information he knew before, he boldly speculated that the existence of the Mingshan Battlefield was not due to any dispute between good and evil, but mostly for the distribution of benefits , Only then can there be such an agreement to ensure that there will be successors.

The middle-aged monk was full of malice and murderous intentions. This was not aimed at him alone. His attitude towards the ghost cultivators in Senluo City was not very good before, so it seemed more distorted and hating the world.

Seeing that today's matter could not be kind, he no longer forbears, but shouted at him: "You are just a janitor killer! Could it be that he was once stripped of his underwear by his opponent on the battlefield, so that he even slapped his face?" You didn’t even dare to ask for it, so you tore it up by yourself! Hey, look at you! You’re so hideous that even evil ghosts are a thousand times prettier than you, so you just dare to stay in the city and yell at your own people!”

As Liu Qinghuan said, he observed the reactions of everyone in the hall, and he saw that many people were somewhat disdainful towards the middle-aged monk, and even the old man next to him seemed a little subtle about him. I think I guessed it right. , this person usually offends many people.

"You..." The middle-aged monk was furious, his face, which was mostly destroyed, was distorted beyond recognition.

How could Liu Qinghuan let him open his mouth and spit out: "Bah! Shuzi dare you! I have proved that I am not a spy sent by Qingming, but a monk who came from the small interface and strayed into the battle field of Mingshan, but Wu Na Diaofu Still relentless, killing me is worthless, but I don’t know why you set up an agreement between the two domains?!”

Liu Qinghuan also went all out today, but in fact he was also forced to do nothing, his whole mana was banned, and he was in the enemy's camp. He couldn't escape even with wings, so he could only fight fiercely, maybe he could still win a chance.

This side room was very lively, although Liu Qinghuan was restrained all over, he used up all his tongue to yell endlessly, which made the middle-aged monk's complexion turn purple, and he was so angry that he almost choked to death.

The strife here finally opened the eyes of the cultivator sitting on the high platform, and saw him floating down in purple clothes and crown, and the crowd of onlookers consciously moved out of the way wherever he passed.

Liu Qinghuan looked at the six directions, and had been paying attention to him before, so when he opened his eyes, he immediately stopped talking and only acted angry.

The purple-clothed cultivator glanced around, his eyes gliding over Liu Qinghuan's body, and asked, "What's going on? What's the matter with making so much noise?"

His voice was not loud, but it was majestic, and the whole hall could be heard for a while.

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

Fortunately, the middle-aged monk was only focused on panting for breath at the moment, so the old man took a step forward and respectfully explained the previous events one by one. The content was impartial, and Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The purple-clothed cultivator listened with his hands behind his back, but his face was expressionless, which made his heart hang again.

"The junior's suggestion is to send him back to Jiemen, but Fellow Daoist Zhongli said that he would rather kill the wrong than let him go..."

The middle-aged monk hurried forward: "Junior..."

The purple-clothed cultivator frowned, raised a hand, and did not listen to his argument, but glanced at Liu Qinghuan, and said, "In that case, let him be temporarily locked up in an empty prison, and he will be sentenced by the Law Enforcement Hall later. That's all." Is there something worth making a fuss about?"

Liu Qinghuan's heart sank, but she didn't make a decision when she thought that she didn't have to die immediately and could find a chance to escape later.

The old man bowed again and again: "Yes yes yes, I'll be damned for disturbing your cleansing."

After being respectfully escorted by everyone, the purple-clothed monk flicked his robe, flew up, and entered a room at the top of the hall.

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

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

When passing by those two people, he bowed his hands to the old man, and then pointed a finger at the middle-aged monk next to him, followed behind the guards, and left the hall in full view.

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

He sighed secretly, put away his thoughts, followed the guards obediently, entered a small door, and then went all the way down. After a while, he reached the deepest part of the ground, stopped in front of another door, and pushed him in. .

Liu Qinghuan staggered out, seeing darkness in front of him, and his figure fell rapidly, but before he could react, he had already reached the bottom, only heard a click, and when he raised his eyes again, he was already in a cage.

Liu Qinghuan stepped down, stood firmly, and quickly swept around, only to see that the cage was like an iron cage, emitting a faint yellow light, with no support from top to bottom, left and right, and endless darkness and void in all directions.

There is the same yellow light faintly in the distance, I don't know if it is other cages, there are quite a few of them.

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

Although one of them had hair like straw, he had sword-like brows and star-eyed eyes, and he said ruffiantly: "Newcomer, please report your name first, and then hand over everything on your body."

Liu Qinghuan's eyes sharpened, but the monk next to the man patted him reproachfully: "Scaring people again."

He stood up and cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, my friend is just joking with you. My surname is Wen, my Dao name is Ninghe, and I am a member of the Wanhu world in the late Yuanying period. If you dare to ask your name, where did you come from?" boundary?"

(End of this chapter)