When he thought of the Taoist soldier, Jiang Feng subconsciously looked up at the red sun.

As a result... he found that there seemed to be clouds in the sky! The surrounding sky became dim, and even the air around seemed to become turbid.

What's going on?

"It's over, why did this Prison Mountain Storm come early?"

"No, right? Shouldn't it be a few days later? I...I'm not ready yet. Isn't this a life-threatening person?"

Prisoning Mountain Storm?

While Jiang Feng was still confused, countless prisoners cried and howling sounds came around. He couldn't help but ask: "What is the Prison Mountain Storm?"

Qin Long said in a deep voice: "The annual change in Prison Mountain! This Prison Mountain Storm has a fixed time. At this time, the evil spirits and murderous auras accumulated in Prison Mountain will accumulate into a storm, sweeping the entire Prison Mountain! This storm contains the intention of Ruijin killing, and all prisoners will endure the torture of thousands of knifes in this storm!"

Is it so serious?

Jiang Feng smiled helplessly as he heard the sounds of ghosts and wolves around him. His luck was too good, right? He caught up with the annual "big event"?

At this moment, a group of disciples from the Divine Palace came here.

"What are you yelling? Shut up, otherwise don't blame me for not caring about you!"

After seeing these disciples, everyone's wailing voices suddenly became weaker.

Ji Zimo ordered: "Divide the things!"

Some disciples began to throw things into the prison where the prisoners were staying. It looked like clothes, but when those people were worn, they were like rain ponchos on the earth.

Could it be that this person relies on this thing to resist the storm of the mountain prison?

"Fortunately, we prepared things in advance, otherwise, many people would have died this time..."

There was a disciple of the Divine Palace who spoke quietly while distributing things.

"Yes. Who can imagine that the tide of the Prison Sea will come early? Okay, hurry up, after sending it, we have to leave here."

The disciples of the Divine Palace were also in a hurry to send things. They threw the things directly into the prisoners' prison, regardless of whether the prisoners could get them. If they could get them, they would take them away. If they could not reach them, they would not care. You can find a way for yourself. If you really can't get them, you will die and get them down.

After a while, the thing was sent to Jiang Feng, and the result was...

Ji Zimo stood in front of Jiang Feng, with a disdainful expression on his face: "Gao Shou, do you want a windshield? If you want, tell me the whereabouts of the baby, otherwise, you will be cut into bones by the Storm Blade!"

Jiang Feng smiled, shook his head and said, "I don't want it or not, you won't even give it to me, why bother to pretend here?"

"Hmph!" Ji Zimo snorted coldly and turned around and left here. As for the windshield cloak he said, he naturally would not give it to Jiang Feng.

Shortly after Ji Zimo left, the strong wind began to blow around him. Accompanied by the strong wind, there was also the dust of sand and dust!

The sandstorm blew on Jiang Feng through the Jianlin Prison. Jiang Feng could indeed feel that the storm was not good to blow on people!

The sky was covered with dark clouds, blocking the red sun! It was the Immortal-Slaying Golden Crow Sword hanging above everyone's heads.

The heavy rain fell, and the rain mixed with sharp gold energy fell on people, just like a dull knife cutting flesh, which was also unbearable.

Jiang Feng felt as if he was stabbed by thousands of steel needles, grinning in pain.
Chapter completed!