"Warner, you look in a hurry. What happened?"

Many masters in charge of guarding the black prison hurriedly surrounded him and asked with concern.

Zhang Qiming has a high prestige among them, deep and peaceful.

Now he is in a panic and presses the elevator, which makes the masters feel uneasy.

"It's okay, I'll go down to see what happened to the old ghost in Lishan." Zhang Qiming didn't think much, but was curious why the old ghost in Lishan suddenly became so weak.

His master and senior brother all died under the command of the old ghost in Lishan.

Zhang Qiming wished the old ghost would die sooner.

But at that time, Wang Ting was worried about revenge on the other side of the mountain, so he decided to detain him.

Although the black prison is deep, the fear brought to everyone by the old ghosts from the mountains makes them feel that the black prison is not safe.

Fortunately, an old man passed by here and set up the formation of Jiuding Town Rivers and Mountains!

The old man did not leave his name, and even when the royal family kept asking to record the old man's name and wanted to be passed down from generation to generation, the old man said that he was just a toilet sweeper.

Don't like these worldly things.

The move was just because I couldn't stand what the old ghost in Leshan did.

Since then, Jiuding has suppressed the old ghost in Lishan and weakened the power of this devil bit by bit.

As time goes by, the people of the Hei Song League are becoming more and more at ease, and they don’t even feel much fear.

Young people born within a hundred years even think that their ancestors were timid, which made the old ghosts in the mountains so rampant.

Now that the old ghost in Leshan is about to die, Zhang Qiming is a little excited.

Could it be that the great revenge must be avenged?

He has been guarding the black prison for hundreds of years, hoping that this murderous devil can be punished.

But the royal family had orders, and Zhang Qiming never had the idea of ​​avenging his own revenge.

First country, then home.

In the face of Dayi, Zhang Qiming was clear.

"Warner, do you need us to go down together?"

Several masters asked.

The old ghosts from the mountains are notorious, and they usually dare not go down to the 19th floor.

Only Zhang Qiming, who often went down to check the Nine Cauldron Formation and recorded the situation of the old ghost.

"No, I can go down alone." Zhang Qiming waved his hand and entered the elevator.

Before the elevator door was closed, he suddenly reached out and blocked the elevator door.

"Changqing, come in."

Upon hearing this, a young man entered the elevator.

"Master." The young master Changqing asked the young master to speak respectfully.

"Changqing, among my many disciples, you are the one you value the most. You are not smart or diligent, but you have a kind heart of a hero." Zhang Qiming smiled kindly.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Changqing scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Don't tell anyone about your and my conversation today." Zhang Qiming did not press the elevator button, but instead had a long talk with his disciples inside.

"If, I say if." His expression was solemn, and his tone seemed to be mixed with concern: "If I didn't come up and the old ghost from the mountain left the black prison, you must remember to find the people from Kunlun Mountain and report this news to the Holy Lord."

"Master, isn't the Holy Lord in Zuoqiu Mountain? Besides, if I do this, wouldn't I betray the Hei Song Alliance?" Changqing was a little confused.

He never expected that the master would have such an explanation.

"There is always only one Holy Lord. Nanshanhan, he is not worthy." In the eyes of the people of the Hei Song League, these words said were a great rebellion.

But Changqing did not refute.

He knew the master, and he was a very stubborn person.

"For a hundred years, I have been investigating and visiting, and I have received some news." Zhang Qiming put his hands behind his back, as if he was trapped in memories. "The person who severely damaged the old ghost in Lishan back then was probably the holy master of Kunlun Mountain."

"Li Shier?"

This time, Changqing was really stupid.

"Not bad. If the old ghost from Leshan reappears in the world, you must leave here quietly and go to Kunlun to report the news. Do you understand!"

After Zhang Qiming finished speaking, he opened the elevator door and pushed Changqing out.

then.

Press the 19th floor.

"Master!" Changqing's heart sank, and he always felt something was wrong.

The master has never spoken so disheartenedly like today.

The elevator fell rapidly.

Stopped on the nineteenth floor.

Zhang Qiming sorted out his messy clothes and walked out of the elevator.

But what surprised him was.

Zhang Wanbai is not here.

Thousands of prisoners were locked in the 19th floor of the black prison.

There are ten sets of elevators!

Could it be that Zhang Wanbai went up early?

But suddenly!

A dangerous aura came quickly!

"do you remember me?"

The old ghost in Lishan appeared in front of him at some point!

The scattered hair and blood-red eyes have a terrifying aura!

"You... broke free from the bondage?" Zhang Qiming quickly retreated and directly took out his sword!

"Haha! I once said that I would eat you." The old ghost of Lishan twisted his neck and took a deep breath. "At the beginning, it was you and your master and senior brother who restricted my freedom!"

"Devil!" Zhang Qiming narrowed his eyes and ran quickly towards the other side!

There is the alarm button!

As long as you press it, the entire Black Prison will know the situation inside.

But obviously, the old ghost in Lishan could not let him succeed!

A cold wind blew over, and Zhang Qiming quickly flashed and blocked the sword in his hand!

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, he was knocked away and hit the wall of the black prison!

A mouthful of blood surged to my throat.

"Are you ready to accept death?" Lishan's old ghost laughed and appeared in front of him again!

If Zhang Qiming doesn’t give him time to react, the old ghost slapped it with one palm!

His strength and speed are almost at its limit!

Zhang Qiming had no way to dodge, so he had to raise a long sword and block it in front of him!

Click!

The sword was shattered!

Zhang Qiming had a palm on his right shoulder and half of his body was knocked down.

"Well……"

The famous master fell to the ground, not even able to fight back.

It’s not that he is not strong, it’s that Lishan Lao Gui is too strong.

From the moment you entered the prison, every move of Zhang Qiming was extremely difficult.

The old ghost almost bound him with his thoughts!

"Ant, I said I would kill you, and I would definitely kill you." Lishan's old ghost stood in front of Zhang Qiming and said coldly.

"Zhang Wanbai... it was him who let you go..." Zhang Qiming was almost collapsed, and the pain made his mind blank.

But the only consciousness still made an analysis.

"A person who knows the current affairs is a hero. Zhang Qiming, you die meaninglessly." The old ghost of Lishan pointed at him and said with a slight smile: "You are like your master and your senior brother, extremely pedantic!"
To be continued...