Kong Xianglong's treatment was relatively good and he was detained in Dingsan District.
It was on the first floor, so the light was fairly transparent, and there was no one else in the cell.
After Xu Qing inquired, he learned that the first ten areas were all prepared for his own people. Those sword holders who made mistakes on weekdays would be imprisoned here, and Kong Xianglong was a frequent visitor to the Prison Department.
"It's a pity that this time it was too sudden, I didn't prepare any wine..." Kong Xianglong, who was sitting in the cage in Dingsan District at the moment, smacked his lips, looked at Xu Qing pitifully, and licked his lips again.
He was really hungry.
Xu Qing looked around, and after confirming that only Kong Xianglong was locked up here for a few days, he took out a bottle of wine from the storage bag and sent it in.
Kong Xianglong's eyes lit up, he quickly grabbed it, opened it and took a big sip, then he burped and laughed heartily.
"How wonderful! I don't feel anything wrong if I drink it every day on weekdays. I really miss it if I don't drink it occasionally."
"Xu Qing, come with me and have a drink." As he said that, Kong Xianglong raised the wine bottle and saluted Xu Qing through the railing.
Xu Qing made a seal, and immediately the cell door in Ding San District was locked. Then he took out a bottle of wine and drank it as well.
Kong Xianglong was even happier. The two drank happily, and Xu Qing even took out a few apples and handed them to Kong Xianglong.
However, after Kong Xianglong ate one, he felt it was tasteless, so he continued to drink.
Xu Qing was okay, eating apples and drinking wine, while Kong Xianglong drank wine and talked more than usual, and kept talking.
"I've been in all the areas on the first floor. Sometimes I'm lucky enough not to be caught, sometimes I'm not lucky enough to be reported. This time I'm even worse, I bumped into the palace lord directly."
Mentioning the palace master, Kong Xianglong sighed repeatedly.
"By the way, Xu Qing, what have you been busy with during this period? I think your cultivation seems to be about to break through, but why haven't you made a breakthrough yet? If you break through quickly, we can all join in on any missions with a lot of military merit."
Xu Qing pondered for a moment. He thought that the other party also had imperial-level skills and had ten heavenly palaces, so he briefly explained his choice of the fifth heavenly palace and planned to ask for advice.
"I have experience with this. The integration of imperial-level exercises into the Heavenly Palace is different from ordinary exercises. It requires specific rituals and a guardian. I used my military merits in exchange for the imperial-level exercises. The guardians also used their military merits to hire deacons to help me.
, forget it, so to speak
Be a little more general and let me show it to you."
As Kong Xianglong spoke, he waved his right hand, and his body suddenly became more transparent, and the ten heavenly palaces were clearly revealed in Xu Qing's eyes.
There are six under the mist of life and four within the mist of life.
Among the latter four, three palaces are formed by life lamps, shining brightly, each with its own unique shape, each emitting astonishing fluctuations.
The rest of the heavenly palaces are also extraordinary, especially the two inside are even more special.
A golden dragon wrapped around it emitted golden light, giving people an extraordinary feeling. When Xu Qing looked at it, the golden dragon coiled on it suddenly raised its head and stared at Xu Qing with bright eyes.
The Golden Crow behind Xu Qing also transformed at this moment, hovering in Ding San District, looking at the Golden Dragon.
Both sides are pulling their own qi, both with a sense of scrutiny.
The other imperial-level heavenly palace is a sword palace, which looks similar to the main palace of the sword-holding palace. It exudes supreme sword power and has an extremely sharp aura.
Xu Qing was shocked when he saw it. He had planned to ask for advice verbally, but he didn't expect that Kong Xianglong would directly open the Heavenly Palace to him.
You must know that the Heavenly Palace is a person's secret, and it will not be revealed easily unless you are particularly trusting.
But in Kong Xianglong's case, he didn't seem to have any scruples and just showed it to Xu Qing.
"Why are you standing there stunned? Not only have you seen this thing, Xiaohe Xiaochen and others have also seen it."
Kong Xianglong laughed. Although the shackles existed and his cultivation could not be dissipated, he could still reveal his consciousness to Hai Tiangong.
"You see, this is the heavenly palace formed by my two emperor-level skills. You should have realized the emperor sword. I just had the energy sense. When your emperor sword reaches the second level, it can also be integrated into a palace.
Sword Palace."
Kong Xianglong simply revealed his two imperial heavenly palaces and explained them to Xu Qing so that Xu Qing could see them more clearly.
Seeing Kong Xianglong's heavenly palace with his own eyes, Xu Qing was a little moved, his expression became solemn, and he stood up and bowed deeply to Kong Xianglong.
"More Brother Kong."
"Between brothers, you're welcome." Kong Xianglong disappeared from his heavenly palace, took a big sip of wine, and laughed.
"After you integrate the Imperial Level Skills and activate the Fifth Heavenly Palace, I'll see if there are any equal military merit missions and call you. Our field office has a lot of such missions. Xiaohe Xiaochen has told me many times to ask me to find them.
For such a mission, they also lack troops.
Merit exchanged for inheritance.”
Xu Qing thanked him seriously, drank with Kong Xianglong for a while, and left at the end of his shift. Instead of returning to Jiange, he went to the south of the city to buy sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
He is going back to the branch sect tonight to find Master Zixuan.
The Fifth Heavenly Palace was completely materialized yesterday, and Xu Qing planned to put the Golden Crow Refining Ten Thousand Spirits into it tonight to form his first imperial-level Heavenly Palace.
"The natal mosasaurus... just give up the position for a moment and use it next time!"
Xu Qing took an inward look at the mosasaurus coiled in his natal orifice.
Inspired by the breath, the Mosasaurus also raised its head and looked at Xu Qing.
"Definitely next time!" Xu Qing murmured in her heart. She came to the south of the county capital and found a shop selling sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
At the same time, after Xu Qing left the Prison Department, the Palace Master who was sitting cross-legged in the main hall on the 89th floor opened his eyes, looked up, frowned, and looked coldly.
End of this chapter
Chapter 413 The Worst God in History
How unbecoming it is for the jailer and the prisoner to drink alcohol in the cell!"
"You pretended not to notice when the two of them were drinking just now. Now they have finished drinking. One is gone and the other is sleeping. Now you open your eyes and pretend to be cold. Who are you showing it to? Show it to me?"
A low voice came from the void behind the Palace Master, and the huge vertical-pupil eye suddenly opened, its pupils burning like fire, and a storm swirled in this layer.
Being ridiculed by the weapon spirit, the palace master didn't pay attention. He looked back with an indifferent expression, pondered for a while, and spoke slowly.
"Since the two of them have agreed to go out...you can send a letter to the Yao family in my name."
"The content is still Yao Yunhui, are you looking for death?" The voice in the storm was loud, like a bell, echoing continuously.
"Ten words." The palace master's voice was cold.
"Xu Qing, this is my accompanying letter."
"Isn't it against your principles to spread the decree for a sword holder for the second time? Or is it because Xu Qing's bad luck has disappeared? Hey, yes, his bad luck suddenly disappeared some time ago. When I think about it, it seems that it is
After he went to Ding 132 for the second time, he disappeared."
"It's so strange that the bad luck disappeared so suddenly. What happened when Xu Qing went to Ding 132 for the second time more than a month ago? It's a pity that I don't have the authority and can't see it. It's so annoying. I am a weapon spirit, but
There is no authority from Ding Yi San Er.”
In the storm, the muffled sound was like the roar of thunder.
"No, Yao Yunhui doesn't understand." The palace master said calmly, ignoring the other party's mention of Xu Qing's bad luck and Ding 132.
"The sword holder can die while killing the enemy. That is the destination and the glory."
"But you cannot die at the hands of villains. This is a shame. I cannot accept this happening to any sword holder for a day."
The roar of the storm paused for a moment, then roared again.
"Including Zhang Siyun? A secret message came from the Sword-holding Court of Yinghuang Province. Zhang Siyun has a spirit in his body. I think the emperor also knew about this through the statue of the emperor. Someone is very interested in him."
The palace master was silent for a while, then shook his head.
"As long as he is still the sword holder, I will not allow him to be used as bait. I will find a way to deal with the spiritual matter in his body!"
"What about Chen Erniu?"
In the storm, the sound suddenly became strong and sharp.
"I don't believe you didn't see his problem, and if I didn't feel wrong, I should have seen him in his last life, but I can't remember it. It's strange, why can't I remember it."
The sounds in the storm were filled with annoyance, and finally turned into roars. At the same time, from the bottom of the prison pit, there was also a roar coming out, as if in response, as if it was overlapping with the voice of the weapon spirit.
"I can't remember, I can't remember, I forgot...who I am, I have to think about who I am, I am..."
The Palace Master looked as usual, slowly raised his right hand, and pressed it slightly in the air.
With this press, the entire 177th floor of the Prison Department vibrated simultaneously, emitting bright light and converging at the center of each floor, which was the middle of the pit.
One hundred and seventy-seven huge runes were formed there, and they were falling downwards and toward the bottom of the pit.
As the roar echoed, the roar at the bottom of the pit gradually became fainter and finally dissipated.
The roar on the 89th floor also dissipated simultaneously, and the huge vertical pupils behind the Palace Master slowly closed.
Before it was about to close completely, the vertical pupils showed a daze, and a weak voice came out.
"who I am……"
"You are the weapon spirit of my Prison Department!" the master of the Sword Holding Palace said in a deep voice.
Hearing the words, the vertical pupils showed enlightenment and calmed down.
"Yes, I remembered. I am the weapon spirit. I am the weapon spirit of the Prison Department. My mission is to suppress all prisoners."
The vertical pupils are completely closed.
The Master of the Sword Holding Palace looked at the closed vertical pupils, his brows furrowed, a haze appeared on his face, and he murmured in his heart.
"Zhuan has awakened a bit frequently in recent years..."
At this moment, if anyone could explore the palace master's heart, he would definitely be extremely shocked by the word "袘".
This is a title for the gods.
Obviously, that vertical pupil is not a prison warden weapon spirit at all.
For a long time, Shutong, who was talking to the palace lord, thought that he was a weapon spirit, but in fact, Yuan was the only reason why the successive palace lords of the Sword-holding Palace guarded the Prison Department.
Yuan's true identity is the last avatar of the unknown god sleeping in the Immortal Forbidden City!
Looking at the vertical pupils of his closed eyes, the Palace Master of the Sword Holding Palace thought of what the other party said.
"To make Yuan feel familiar, there must be something wrong with Chen Erniu, but the emperor recognized him and gave him the opportunity to become the sword holder, so he is the sword holder."
"The one who holds the sword is my subordinate."
"My subordinates can die in battle, but not in dirty ways!"
The palace master murmured in his heart that this was his principle.