The ancestral lineage of the Cheng family in Jinggang runs deep.

The Cheng family has been able to dominate the Nine Prisons for thousands of years, and they have some background. The entire seventh floor is surrounded by a mysterious and magical aura.

The moment Huang Ruijun stepped into the formation, the pores on his body opened. The concentration of spiritual energy here was obviously much higher than that in the outside world. He even had the illusion that he could advance again at any time.

The former head of the Cheng family took his young son Huang Ruijun and others to a flat ground.

The sun was shining brightly all around, and Huang Ruijun knew very well that this was not the earth, but the inner space of a broken page in the hands of the Cheng family.

Compared with the three wonders of the Black Clan, the internal energy of this broken page of the Cheng family has long been lacking and will soon be exhausted. This place with rich spiritual energy is also the only blessed place left inside the broken page.

"You have gone to great lengths to see me." Huang Qi spoke with a sarcastic tone.

The bodies of Jiang Lan and Jin Jie at Huang Ruijun's feet were like chaff, and no matter how stupid they were, they could realize the situation they were about to face. Although Jiang Lan couldn't figure out the conflict between the father and son, the tension between the two was tense.

The atmosphere is breathtaking.

Before dying, Jiang Lan used her brain and struggled to shout: "Huang Family Master, don't listen to that kid Huang Ruijun's nonsense. We have never hurt anyone. This is all his conspiracy."

Huang Qi glanced at Jiang Lan with cold eyes. The boy was so frightened that he lost his soul. Cold sweat broke out. He was not willing to become a victim, so he mustered up the courage to argue: "Really, I didn't tell lies. Huang Ruijun wanted to get into Orange County."

The family just kidnapped our two brothers as scapegoats. That...that Zhao Xiufeng is dead, but it was definitely not our fault."

"who is it?"

Sensing the ups and downs of Ling Lie's murderous intent, Jiang Lan felt as if someone had thrown him into the lake and lifted him up again. He was soaked all over. He was frightened and said carefully: "It was a man named Hei Yuan who did it. Yes, it was him.

Zhao Xiufeng died in front of him."

Then he added: "Many people have seen that Zhao Xiufeng died in Heiyuan's arms. A person who was fine at first died suddenly. Who else did it if it wasn't Heiyuan?"

Jin Jie came over and interjected: "Yes, he killed him. If you don't believe it, you can log on to the Jiujian Forum. Many people took pictures of that moment that day. Jiang Lan and I have been in the viewing area. Someone can testify for us.

, we haven’t even touched Zhao Xiufeng’s hands, how can we kill him?”

"Huh? Are they telling the truth?" Huang Qi turned his eyes to his youngest son, with a hint of sternness in his eyes.

Huang Ruijun felt sad when he saw that his father, who had been strict with him in the past, had now become a complete stranger.

"If you want to believe what they said, I won't explain." Huang Ruijun put down his words and became the shopkeeper. Regardless of whether Huang Qi believed him or not, his purpose of coming here today has been achieved. As long as he enters the clan area,

The rest becomes of no value.

Huang Qi's eyes narrowed, and his gaze swept back and forth between Huang Ruijun and Jiang Lan.

Then he laughed.

"Do you know who I am, Zhao Xiufeng? Why can my son Ruijun enter this forbidden area based on his information?" This sentence was clearly a question to Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan, who was lying on the ground, frowned. He emptied his memory and squeezed out a little bit of information about Zhao Xiufeng's identity. He said anxiously in his heart: "This kid is just a marginal figure in the Cheng family, because most of his relatives died in the underworld 26 years ago.

In the secret realm of the clan tomb, the family declined and was ostracized by the clan. The intelligence did not hear that he had any interaction with Huang Qi, the former head of the Cheng family. How should I answer this? "

He thought about it again and felt that something was strange: "No, this Zhao Xiufeng must have some secret relationship with Huang Qi. Could it be that he had an illegitimate child?"

"This..." Jiang Lan rolled her eyes again and again, and tried in a flattering tone: "Although I have not had much contact with Zhao Xiufeng, I have seen that he has a magnificent talent, is young and promising, and is a talented general. It is a pity that he is young.

Die young.”

"Hahaha." Huang Qi laughed wildly after hearing this comment. "It turns out you don't know anything."

"It's better not to know, it's better not to know." Just when Jiang Lan and Jin Jie thought they had escaped disaster, Huang Qi changed the topic and said coldly: "Zhao Xiufeng is the seedling I like, no matter who kills him

He and you three will not be able to leave the clan today."

He raised his right arm slightly, only to hear a buzzing sound around the clearing, and the formation was closed again.

"No, no, no, Head Huang Qi, we are unjustly accused. Really, Zhao Xiufeng's death has nothing to do with us. We are just scapegoats. Your Excellency spared us a lot. We will not say a word when we go out." Jiang Lan and Jin

Jie was so anxious that he writhed crazily on the ground like a cicada chrysalis roasted by charcoal.

Huang Qi walked into the three of them, narrowed his eyes and said, "You are about to die. Let me tell you the truth."

The former head of the Cheng family waved his hand and tore open the floor-length silver robe, revealing the shaky and broken body.

Facing this skinny body, Huang Ruijun and Jiang Lan, Jin Jie's pupils shrank sharply.

"Rui Jun, you must know about the Qionglong Organization. Talk to them."

Huang Ruijun, who was named, backed away repeatedly. His brain had not yet recovered from the visual shock. He felt the murderous aura emanating from Huang Qi. He shook his head and started to tell everything about the organization.

Jiang Lan and Jin Jie trembled all over after hearing this. After working for a long time, they found out that they were the ones being used, and the person who used them was also a member of the organization. The two thought that they were against Heiyuan everywhere with their backs against the big tree.

Try your best to kill him.

Who would have expected that the truth is like this.

"Parasite...is this how you hide among humans?" Jiang Lan was frightened. He seemed to have guessed something, but it wasn't very clear.

"Zhao Xiufeng is the parasitic body chosen by this person." Huang Ruijun's words were not surprising and he would not stop until he died.

What kind of illegitimate disciple was this? Their speculation just now was just childish. Zhao Xiufeng was the shell that Huang Qi chose to cultivate for many years. Jin Jie was the worst. He was so frightened that he peed on the spot. His trouser legs were so smelly that he almost fainted.

26 years ago, when Zhao Xiufeng was still a child, his parents and many relatives died in the clan election competition. It was a huge blow to him, and he naturally suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder. Huang Qi secretly induced many stimulations and successfully inspired him.

His multiple personalities.

After years of training, Zhao Xiufeng has become the best parasitic body for him.

One can imagine Huang Qi's anger when the perfect work that took him 26 years to create was destroyed.

Only then did Jiang Lan and Jin Jie know what their real fear was.

Huang Qi sneered and said: "Go to hell. Remember to ask Po Meng for a bowl of soup on the bridge."

Huang Ruijun retreated again and again, avoiding Huang Qi's first wave of attacks.

However, the two people on the ground were not so lucky.

Huang Qi didn't want the three people to die too easily. The trick he used was the simplest and not lethal enough. However, it happened that this method was the most annoying.

Jiang Lan and Jin Jie were knocked away, hitting the edge of the formation, and then bounced back, lying on the ground unable to get up.

Huang Qi was not in a hurry and played a game of beating the dog behind closed doors with them.

…

In the dense forest outside the Qinglong ruins, eleven beams of light suddenly dropped.

All the twelve guards of the Black Clan are in place.

"How are things going?" Baotang Fattang Shouhua Wuxian asked.

"Everything goes well, just waiting for the signal to start."

"Hahaha, we have been waiting for this day for 26 years. As soon as the signal comes, I will go in and watch the game."

The prison guard said seriously: "You can't go in too early, or it will ruin Hei Zhuo's plan."

"Then when can we go in?" Hua Wuxian asked unhappily.

"Let's wait until the outcome of the war is finalized. Evil gods are difficult to deal with, and any variables may cause mistakes."

"Humph." Hua Wuxian turned his head in displeasure. They teleported all the way here just to watch the live broadcast.

Yaotangtang Shou interrupted: "I've been waiting for such a long time, I don't need more than a few minutes."

"When will the elders arrive?"

"It should arrive last."

At this time, an old man with an immortal spirit slowly walked out of the depths of the dense forest.

He opened his mouth and asked: "Looking at how comfortable and relaxed you all are, I think you are very confident in dealing with the evil god. Why wait until today?"

This old man comes from Lanmen and has not been born for many years.

With the arrival of this old man, more old guys from the Ninth Prison who had been hiding from the world appeared one after another.

"We also have this question. Although the evil god and the Qionglong organization behind him are powerful, the Black Clan has a profound background, and it is impossible to wait until today to take revenge. I hope all the guards can answer their questions."

"Hahaha, it's best to avenge yourself personally." Heizhou made a sharp move.

The ancestor of the Lan family nodded slightly: "Oh? That makes sense. Heiyuan killed the evil god to avenge his father's injustice."

Hei Yang smiled mysteriously, as if he had given an explanation, but also as if he had not.

The ancestors of the Nine Supervisors are wondering in their hearts, they don’t know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd of the Hei Clan, but the war has started, it is only a matter of time, it is not too late to ask after the dust has settled.

…

When the battle started in the Qinglong Tomb, a full 25 days had passed since the journey to find the strange fire, and the craze for live broadcasting of the Qinglong Ruins had long subsided.

With the departure of the live broadcast team and Internet celebrities, Xuan County returned to peace again.

The Lanyu live broadcast platform team returned to the headquarters to do post-cut publicity and final momentum building. Zhou Qing, two assistants, and three staff members stayed in Xuan County, waiting for the return of the spy team.

"This event was very successful. Once the team comes out of the ancient tomb, we will hold a celebration banquet." During the regular meeting in the morning, Zhou Qing conveyed the headquarters plan.

"Great, we will have a week's vacation when Heiyuan and the others come back." The two assistants excitedly discussed where to spend time.

At this moment, a clerk from Xuan County walked in quickly and whispered something in Zhou Qing's ear.

Zhou Qing's face changed and he jumped up from his seat: "Where is he? Take me there quickly."
To be continued...