Chapter 565: The Mysterious Black Prison! The Haunting Zhou Dao

Capital City, Black Prison.

If the capital city is a real dragon that occupies the human world, then the place of darkness is the dragon's mouth, where great evil is hidden and its power is revealed.

"Is this the Black Prison?"

Zhou Dao couldn't help but be shocked when he saw such a huge underground world for the first time.

Deep in the darkness of the earth, there was a glimmer of light, like a bright sun... no, like a setting sun. The afterglow was dim, but it reflected the outline of this lonely and dark world.

"The afterglow of the setting sun..."

Zhou Dao looked at it, lost in thought, and was actually a little moved.

"Brother, what are you?" Zhou Dao asked, pointing to the sunset.

"That is part of the Black Prison...it is like the lighthouse of the Black Prison. Even the disciples of the Black Prison must first locate the setting sun before they can find the Black Prison."

The Black Prison Sword Lord whispered, this is the secret of the Black Prison, and generally speaking, it will not be told to outsiders.

Li Tunan heard it nearby, and the corners of his eyes twitched unnaturally.

The Black Prison Sword Lord even told Zhou Dao such secrets in front of him. Obviously, he did not treat King Yuan as an outsider. How close is this relationship?

"What's going on? What is their relationship?" Li Tunan muttered in his heart.

"The afterglow of the setting sun... guides those who come after..." Zhou Dao murmured softly.

In a daze, a picture emerged in his mind.

The setting sun on Cangshan Mountain is like blood.

Mountains and rivers are broken, rivers and seas wither, scarlet blood infects the earth, and endless corpses pile up like mountains.

The human world is like turning into an endless purgatory, with only the sea of ​​suffering sinking and the end of the world destroying the Dharma.

Under the Cangshan Mountain, three thousand people in green clothes turned into bones. They stood at the end, but they were unable to save themselves. What they faced was the only immortal in the world.

The laws of the human world are like earthworms, and there are no gods appearing in the heavens.

At that moment, the world was in ruins, but the setting sun at the end of Cangshan Mountain would never be extinguished, and the afterglow of the Dharma Ending Years would never fade away.

"Brother, what is the origin of the Black Prison?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but ask.

The closer he gets to this place, the more he feels that this place has a lot to do with him, as if it is connected by blood, and there is desire in his bones.

"The Black Prison has existed for too long, even before Taizu founded the country..." The Black Prison Sword Master whispered.

"Some people say that this place was once a mysterious mine, while others say that this place was once an abandoned fortress..."

"After Taizu founded the country, this place was turned into a prison. It was originally used to imprison the royal family of the previous dynasty..."

"Later, Taizu organized the monsters in the world into seventy-two holes, suppressed many senior monster masters, and threw them here. That was the prototype of the Black Prison."

The Black Prison Sword Master mentioned the past of this forbidden place.

Once upon a time, the Black Prison was so notorious that it frightened the world. There were monster masters, Taoist giants, former royal families, powerful men of the world... there was no one who had not been imprisoned in this Black Prison.

They have one thing in common, they are all unstable factors in the world, they are disobedient to the king's rule, and they are locked in black prison.

Although nowadays, the reputation of the Black Prison is not well known, it has long been turned into a forbidden area, and no one in the world knows its name.

However, none of the top forces have forgotten the evil reputation of the Black Prison.

You know, even among the six great sects, some of their masters have been imprisoned and suppressed by the black prison.

The Black Prison, like the Hermitage, is an invisible force in the hands of the Qin royal family.

Compared with the Hermitage, the Black Prison is more mysterious and low-key, and also more fierce and domineering.

There is only one code of conduct in the black prison. From now on, no one will be allowed to speak loudly in front of me.

"Is it before Taizu founded the country?" Zhou Daoning said.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrible wave came from the underground world, and the light was like an abyss, about to destroy everything.

"Brother, be careful. This is the special power of the Black Prison and cannot be touched by ordinary creatures."

The Black Prison Sword Lord stepped out in one step and stood in front of everyone. The heavy armor shook slightly, and a strange rune appeared between his eyebrows, like a big star in the dark night, illuminating one side and forcing back the terrifying fluctuations. .

"Brother Dao, what kind of formation is this? Is it so terrifying?" Wang Xiaoyi was frightened.

At this moment, he couldn't even feel the fluctuations of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

In other words, within the jurisdiction of the Black Hell, all the laws of heaven and earth are inoperable, magical powers are restricted, and become nothing.

"This is not a formation, but the power of this prison itself." Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed.

Almost all formations in the world are made by human beings, relying on the power of heaven and earth, guided by supernatural powers, drawing the ground into formations, and gathering spirits into methods, giving birth to infinite power.

However, this power is extremely unusual.

It seemed to originate from the Black Hell itself, like the breath exhaled by a living being.

"I'll try."

With a thought in his mind, Zhou Dao took out a spiritual grass from the Qingpan treasure bag. It had nine leaves like a cover, and its branches were like the tendons of the human body, exuding rich spiritual energy.

This [Nine-Leaf Spiritual Grass] was a rare treasure that Zhou Dao obtained from the Liu family's treasure house that day, and it contained extremely pure vitality.

It is said that the vitality contained in this Pillar Spirit Grass is enough to be worth a hundred [Building Qi Realm] masters.

No matter how desperate the situation is, this kind of spiritual grass can survive and multiply. Moreover, it can absorb all substances as nutrients, decompose them, and release a large amount of spiritual energy.

In ancient times, Taoist masters would plant [Nine-leaf Spiritual Grass] when building the Dongtianling Mansion.

Some sects that specialize in manufacturing and selling spiritual herbs will even plant a medicinal garden specifically to plant this kind of spiritual grass in order to make the Dongfu they refine easier to sell.

The euphemistic name means a large green area, a natural mansion, complete supporting facilities, a private territory, and room for appreciation.

Often the price of this kind of spiritual mansion can double or triple.

Buzz…

Zhou Dao used [Hunyuan Gangqi] and sent [Nine-Leaf Spirit Advent Grass] out, and soon left the protection range of the Black Prison Sword Lord.

In an instant, a strange aura came from all directions.

The nine-leaf spirit-adventurous grass withered instantly under the gaze of everyone, and the vast amount of life essence was instantly submerged. It was still a foam in the roaring sea, and turned into nothingness with a whimper.

Immediately afterwards, the Nine-leaf Spiritual Grass also seemed to be drained, shrinking rapidly. It looked like Wang Xiaoyi visiting Zuichun Tower, a fierce battle, the roots went into the hole, and ultimately could not be traced.

Buzz…

Finally, the Nine-Leaf Spirit Advent Grass completely turned into dust and dissipated in the underground world of Hunmang.

"This... this is too scary." Wang Xiaoyi swallowed and couldn't help but gasped.

No wonder he didn't see any guards all the way here. He was still thinking about why there wasn't even a gatekeeper in the Black Hell Forbidden Area.

Now it seems that there is no need here at all.

That column of [Nine-Leaf Spirit Advent Grass], which was carefully cultivated by Zhou Dao and was at least worth the essence of hundreds of [Building Qi Realm] masters, was instantly annihilated without even a breath.

I'm afraid, who dares to break in? It’s simply courting death!

"If you want to enter the Black Prison, you first need to use special techniques to sense the coordinates of the Sunset Lighthouse, and secondly, you must be able to withstand the breath of the Black Prison." The Black Prison Sword Master turned around and said.

The special technique of sensing the setting sun lighthouse can only be taught to direct disciples of the Black Prison, such as Li Tunan's level.

Secondly, one must be able to withstand the aura of hell.

This is also the most mysterious place in Black Prison.

It is too special and cannot be approached by ordinary monks. It requires an extremely special physique to withstand the power of the Black Hell.

Therefore, it is more difficult to train Black Prison disciples than other forces. It depends not only on talent, but also on physical fitness.

As for truly controlling the Black Prison, even if it is one in a million, it may not be possible.

The lords of the Black Hell of all generations need great opportunities to appear, and sometimes the situation of being vacant for several consecutive generations often happens.

Therefore, many times, the master of the black prison will work until death.

To exaggerate, in history, several masters of the black prison began to look for successors as soon as they succeeded to the throne. For the master of the black prison, this is a top priority related to happiness.

"It's really unusual!" Zhou Dao concentrated on this underground world with no end in sight.

This kind of power is so special, it is even somewhat similar to Yuanzu. The final law is destroyed, and it dominates the sky and the earth, and can devour everything.

Rumble…

Suddenly, the void floated, as if a thin film had broken open.

Zhou Dao felt that the pressure around him suddenly dissipated, and he felt much more relaxed.

At this moment, they had truly entered the black prison. The huge underground palace was like a honeycomb, layered on top of each other, with countless spaces.

"Quick, go and take a look. Luo Chengan has won five consecutive victories...I made a big bet on him today." Gu Xi

"The battle just now was so exciting. Even the King Kong and the Pig were no match for him. He was hit in the head with one palm and was bloody..."

"That's the bloodline of an ancient demon, and it can be classified into the eighth level."

A group of experts were discussing and walking in the same direction, their eyes filled with brilliance.

"Has it started?" Zhou Dao became interested.

He has also heard of the Vajra Pig and the Ancient Demon.

The "Monster Control Division Work Manual" divides the bloodline of ancient demons into nine levels. Demons can be transformed into demons the day after tomorrow. Once they break through to the level of a great demon, their bloodline will be equivalent to the ninth level of ancient demons.

If compared with Ha Shiqi, its current bloodline should be enough to be included in the ranks of seventh-level ancient demons.

Like this Vajra Pig, born with the eighth-level bloodline, it has the power to overwhelm mountains and make seas. It can transform into the true form of a pig demon, with a body like a mountain, which is extremely terrifying.

Rumor has it that as long as this demon mane is buried in the ancestral grave, the family will be prosperous and the family will be full of descendants, with dozens of children and grandchildren in each generation.

In ancient times, some families had few people, so they asked for portraits of Vajra and Pig and enshrined them in their homes to pray for the continuation of their incense.

"It is indeed a dark prison, even with ancient monsters like these." Wang Tong couldn't help but sigh.

The King Kong Pig has long been extinct outside, but it is really unbelievable that it was beaten to death by someone in the Black Prison.

"Brother, let's go take a look. We've just begun. The fun is yet to come." The Black Prison Sword Lord invited.

"Brother, please." Zhou Dao couldn't wait.

…

In the huge martial arts training ground, scarlet blood has already infected the ground, and many white-robed slaves are picking up the scattered pieces of meat.

In the center of the martial arts training ground stood a young man, wearing a tiger skin coat and coming barefoot. His dark eyes were like those of a wild beast, exuding a ferocious aura.

"Did you hear the cheers of the humans outside? The old pig still didn't come back."

Inside the cage, the terrifying demonic aura surged violently, and a big demon couldn't help but sigh.

The King Kong Pig was the thickest among them, but it could not withstand the torture of humans and was beaten to death.

"The new guy, I'm afraid the same will happen to you."

A bloody tiger monster grinned. His tail was as long as a whip, and there was even a trace of red lightning in the dark space. The terrifying aura was even more intense than that of Ha Shiqi.

"Young master has already realized the truth. All he lacks is an opportunity. Even the sword pillar can't do anything to me? Let alone those people outside?" In the darkness, the cold voice sounded leisurely, with a trace of disdain.

"Blow, you're almost dead, blow harder." Beside, a group of big monsters laughed.

"I am really ignorant. I have never seen my magical powers." The cold voice said lightly: "Since I turned into a demon, I have never been taken advantage of by a human, let alone tried to take my life."

Having said this, the figure in the darkness subconsciously raised his hand to cover his chest, and the figure of the little bastard from Ping'an Town emerged in his mind.

"Damn it, I've already left my inner demons behind."

In the darkness, the cold voice cursed.

Suddenly, the martial arts training ground erupted again with shouts like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

At this moment, everyone was attracted by the figure that had just entered the scene.

"Black Prison Sword Lord, look, the Black Prison Sword Lord is here..."

"Oh my god... this is the first time I've seen Lord Sword Master in all these years since I entered the Black Prison..."

"Can I ask, how can I obtain the title of Black Prison?"

"You'd better stop asking. This kind of thing has nothing to do with you."

Everyone exclaimed, and their eyes became eager. The loud shouts were all caused by the Black Prison Sword Lord.

Zhou Dao looked at it and couldn't help but feel moved.

"Brother, your prestige in the Black Prison is very high."

"Hahaha, I'm laughing at you." The Black Prison Sword Master laughed.

Compared with the Jianzhu disciples, he looked down on such vanity at all.

"Zhao Jianjun, you actually brought an outsider in?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the private room above, and the void floated, revealing a terrifying figure.

"Master Fu, you can ignore the rules and refine the talisman forbidden by Taizu, but I can't bring a brother in?" The Black Prison Sword Master sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the terrifying man's eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but take a deep look at Zhou Dao.

"Now that you're here, why not give it a try?"

The Black Prison Sword Lord frowned slightly and looked towards the field.

"You did a good job training Luo Chengan."

"He has won five games in a row. I have full confidence in him. He will keep winning tonight." As he spoke, a smile appeared on the man's cold face.

"Jianjun, do you want your friend to come up and play a few games?"

The Black Prison Sword Lord snorted coldly, but did not respond.

"Brother, can I get on the horse too?" At this moment, Zhou Dao spoke.

"Brother, don't listen to him, this guy is deliberately irritating you." The Black Prison Sword Master said through his voice.

The man in front of him is named Xingrong, and he has also received the honorific title of [Black Prison]. He is also known as Black Prison Talisman Lord, and he is his enemy.

"Once you enter this martial arts training ground, it doesn't matter whether you live or die. Although I have great magical powers, these monsters are not weak." The Black Prison Sword Lord shook his head.

Although Zhou Dao was well-known, he had never seen it before. Today was purely a chance meeting and he brought Zhou Dao here to see him. He didn't want to create any complications.

"Brother, what will happen if the monster loses in this game?" Zhou Dao suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Monster? Naturally, it will be dealt with by the winner, regardless of life or death." The Black Prison Sword Lord said casually.

"In addition, you can also get rewards from the prize pool. The higher the winning streak, the richer the rewards."

This is a way to motivate disciples. It is very simple and very effective.

"Brother, let's go." Lord Black Prison Sword did not pay attention to Lord Xingfu.

"Jianjun, your brother is quite courageous. Why are you so timid?"

Suddenly, Mr. Xing Fu burst out laughing and deliberately amplified his voice.

"You..." There was anger in Black Prison Sword Lord's eyes.

This sound immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"Brother, I want to play a few games." Zhou Dao became interested and said suddenly.

"Brother..."

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion." Zhou Dao nodded.

"Okay then." The Black Prison Sword Lord gritted his teeth.

He was already prepared. If something happened to Zhou Dao, even if he broke the rules, he would come to the rescue.

"That's interesting." Mr. Xingfu laughed: "Cheng'an, you come down first."

Luo Chengan had five wins in one battle, so he was very motivated. When he was replaced, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Zhou Dao who walked into the field.

"who is he?"

"Who is this? He looks like a stranger. Why did Luo Chengan be replaced?"

"We don't want to look at newcomers. It's boring. Luo Chengan, keep going. Only a master of his level can be exciting."

The martial arts training ground suddenly became noisy.

"Next game, Paradise Boy."

Suddenly, a loud sound resounded, suppressing all the noise in the martial arts training ground.

"Huh?" Zhou Dao was stunned when he heard the name.

Rumble…

The gate on the wall slowly opened, and a strong demonic aura rose into the sky. A boy appeared, white and pink, with black clouds above his head, covered with rays of light, mysterious and psychic, and hiding the evil magic.

"Human, today, I will let you know my..."

The Bliss Boy had been simmering with anger for a long time, and as soon as he appeared on the stage, he showed his terrifying aura.

However, when he was halfway through speaking, he suddenly froze.

The bliss boy stood there, looking at the opponent in front of him, his eyes widened, and an incredible look appeared on his chubby face, as if he had seen a ghost. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said something.

"Fuck you, Grandmaster...why is it you again!?"