The prison was heavily guarded, and the atmosphere was solemn and eerie.

It is not just a building, it is a man-eating monster.

Various formations were set up in the Heavenly Prison to suppress and control everyone's cultivation.

Any cultivator imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison is almost no different from an ordinary person.

Moreover, various negative energies such as the cold air, yin energy, etc. in the Heavenly Prison will invade the bodies of the cultivators and cause certain troubles to them.

Its power is so strong that even the monks passing by outside cannot help but lower their heads and leave quickly when they walk past the Heavenly Prison, not daring to look at it for even a second.

He was afraid that people would mistakenly think that he was coming to jailbreak and then arrest him.

The Heavenly Prison is divided into thirteen layers. The deeper you go, the heavier the yin energy, coldness, and humidity become, and the more severe the torture for the monks becomes.

However, only the demons with serious sins and high cultivation level will be imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison.

Let it suffer.

If some monks with low cultivation were imprisoned there, they would probably be tortured to death within a few days.

At this time, the moon was dark and the wind was strong. Inside the prison, there was a heavy gloomy aura and not a single light could be seen.

In this darkness, a gust of cold wind came quietly under the protection of the darkness and arrived at the thirteenth floor under the sky prison.

It quietly opened the thickest door under the thirteenth floor, and an almost sickening evil spirit rushed towards it and gushed out, making the gloomy and evil spirit of the entire prison even more severe.

"I haven't seen you for eight hundred years. I hope you are doing well. One of the three great masters under the Demon Lord, Old Huang Quanming."

Hearing this, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly opened in the darkness, emitting a strange red light in the black air.

"Ghost Envoy from the Netherworld? You are so brave that you even dare to break into the Great Zhoutian Prison."

"Hehe, what is there for me to be afraid of? As long as there is no light in the world, I, the Ghost Envoy of the Netherworld, can go there."

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what you want to talk to me about?"

"Hehehe, Elder Huang Quanming, you are indeed a quick-witted person. I am here to pass on a message. The Demon Lord has already come out of the Demon Suppression Tower and is now reorganizing the Holy Sect."

As soon as these words were spoken, those scarlet eyes suddenly began to flash with a scarlet blood light, appearing extremely excited.

“Hahahaha, I knew it. The Demon Lord would never fail. Sooner or later, she would break through the Demon Suppression Tower and lead the Holy Sect again to become the strongest sect in the Great Zhou!”

"Old Huangquan Ming, now that the Demon Lord has appeared, he is summoning the old members of the Holy Sect. Shouldn't you also get out of this broken prison?"

"That's natural. But now, I can't go out."

As he spoke, those scarlet eyes twitched twice again.

"I have been in this prison for thirteen years. How can I leave so easily? Wouldn't that be too easy for the Great Zhou royal family?"

"What does Master Ming mean?"

"Hmph! I have been deeply involved in the Heavenly Prison for thirteen years, and I have already figured out all the cultivators in the Heavenly Prison, big and small. Among them, there are many cultivators with decent strength, and they are all promising talents. I will use my magic skills to infect all of them with evil spirits, so that they can become disciples of my Demon Sect and be used by me.

The Great Zhou royal family probably never dreamed that the Heavenly Prison, on which they relied for safety, would actually provide a large number of high-quality talents for our Holy Sect.

This old man wants to give Master Demon a generous gift!"

"Then I, the younger generation, would like to wish Master Ming success in his endeavor."

As soon as he finished speaking, a breath of air flowed in the darkness, and the ghost messenger from the underworld merged into the darkness again and left quietly.

And the blood-red eyes of Huang Quanming Lao slowly closed again.

On the other side, on the top floor of the Sky Prison, the garrison commander of the Great Zhou Ministry of Justice, Tie Leng, was receiving Lu Xiaoran, Ji Wuxia, and Ji Wuxin with a fake smile.

"Brother Tie, please give our Zining Palace some face. Release Yun Lige."

"Hehe, Mr. Wuxin, you are the second prince of the Zining Palace, you have a noble status, and you have been a good friend of mine for many years. To be honest, I really want to help you. I will never lie to you.

However, Yun Lige's matter is a bit complicated, so it will be difficult for me to handle it for the time being."

Ji Wuxin smiled faintly and said:

"Brother Tie, aren't you being too modest? You are the garrison commander of the entire Heavenly Prison. You are a well-known figure in the Imperial Capital, not to mention the Heavenly Prison. It's up to you to decide whether to release the person or not."

Tie Leng chuckled.

"Master Wuxin, you are flattering me too much. I am just a small garrison commander, I don't really have such high skills."

"Brother Tie, I must take Yun Lige away today. He is from my Zining Palace. Brother Tie, you can't let my father come and tell you in person, right?"

Ji Wuxin brought up King Zining intentionally or unintentionally, but Tie Leng was not afraid at all.

On the one hand, the background relationships in the imperial city are complicated.

The faction that Tie Leng belongs to is definitely not weaker than that of King Zining.

If everyone fights, they’re all equally matched.

If King Zining dares to touch him, he must also consider the people behind him.

On the other hand, Tie Leng is not a fool. To be able to get the position of the Guardian of the Heavenly Prison, he is not an ordinary person. He is first-class in observing people's words and expressions, changing his attitude according to the situation, and taking advantage of others.

He had already seen that these people must have come here on their own, rather than receiving orders from King Zining.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be so hesitant with me.

"Hehehe, Master Wuxin, King Zining is very busy with his affairs, and I'm afraid he really doesn't have time to take care of the trivial matters here. You guys, don't bother with it.

If I could release him, I would have done so long ago. After all, I, Tie, still have to give face to the Zining Palace.

But, in fact, it’s not my fault.

When this guy was arrested, he was supposed to be sentenced to two or three years. But who would have thought that he would dare to fight against the imperial city garrison? You also know what the consequences of fighting against the imperial city garrison are.

He would almost be sentenced for the crime of treason. Imprisonment for ten or eight years would be a small matter. If he gets things wrong, having his cultivation abolished would be normal."

Ji Wuxin turned around and glanced at Lu Xiaoran, his eyes filled with helplessness.

He has run out of tricks. He is so cold and stubborn that he won't respond to any advice or suggestions.

Even if he really moved King Zining here, Tie Leng might give him some face.

But will King Zining come?

Of course not. King Zining doesn't have the face to get involved in such a shameful matter.

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