Guarding the prison for thirty years: Exiting the land sword fairy

"Wang Hao, who are you? Why does the emperor respect you so much?" The sixth princess's beautiful eyes flickered.

"A little jailer." Wang Hao said.

Turn around and walk out of the dungeon.

I happened to see Chen Feng, the Young Lord of the Nether, leaning against the prison door.

Eager to see!

"Boy, let me go out. This young master promises you inexhaustible glory and wealth, as well as gold and silver treasures that can't be used up in three lives." Young master Nether seduced.

The lute bone was pierced, and he was wearing the Forbidden Spirit Armor. All the acupoints in his body were pierced by mysterious needles. Several cold iron chains were tied to his limbs, and he was firmly fixed to the wall, unable to move.

Every time he struggled, the iron chains on his body collided with each other, making a rattling sound, which attracted Wang Hao's attention.

"There is no sincerity at all..." Wang Hao said.

"The Fated Teahouse in the city is the property of my Nether Sect. If you want, you can go to the shopkeeper and ask for it...real money, cultivation resources, as long as you want, I can give it to you!" Young Master Youming explained eagerly. .

Fearing that Wang Hao would not be interested, he threw out some attractive chips on the spot.

"That's it?" Wang Hao glanced at him.

The meaning of disdain is beyond words.

"What exactly do you want, that you agreed to let this young master go out..."

"I don't want to do anything. You can't go anywhere until you get the documents from the court." Wang Hao said lightly.

"Bastard, lowly ants, are you playing tricks on me?" Young Master You Ming's face was livid.

Furious!
His eyes shot out angry flames, fixed on Wang Hao's handsome cheeks, struggled violently, and let out an exasperated roar.

"Do you know who this young master's mother is... Hurry up and let this young master go, otherwise when she saves me, you will die a horrible death, and then this young master will train you into a Nether Iron Corpse!" You Ming The young master threatened.

"Oh? You mean this?" Wang Hao frowned.

The [Nether Mysterious Art] in the body operates on its own, and the power of the netherworld surges between the palms, exuding a breath-taking palpitation.

see this scene.

Young Master Youming's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body froze, revealing an expression of disbelief.

Opening his mouth, he said in a broken voice: "How do you know the Nether Mysterious Art?"

"Is this difficult?" Wang Hao said disapprovingly.

Done.

Turn around and leave the dungeon.

The young master Nether left behind a look of astonishment, which could not calm down for a long time.

"Who is this jailer? Could it be the dark son arranged by mother in the sky prison?" Young Master You Ming was silent.

Staring at Wang Hao's disappearing back, his eyes gradually brightened.

Recalling the pure power of the netherworld that he sensed just now, it is impossible for someone who is not a true disciple of the nether world to cultivate to this level.

"Looks like I'll be out soon..."

The corners of Young Master You Ming's mouth slightly raised, becoming more and more sure of the guess in his heart.

There are people in the prison, so don't panic.

Come to the lobby on the first floor.

Wang Hao assigned tasks to the jailers at each level in turn according to the usual practice, but left the task of dealing with those dangerous monsters to himself.

Lead by example!

Carried out all the dangers alone!
"Brother Wang, I heard that you came to the prison last night and imprisoned the sixth princess?" Xiao Luo leaned forward curiously.

"Well, there is an extra class temporarily!" Wang Hao said while flipping through the Chinese book in his hand.

"That's the number one beauty in Great Xia...Why don't you know how to pity and cherish jade at all?" Xiao Luo's expression straightened, revealing a serious expression.

"So what? Do you still want to let her go...According to the third article of the prison law, anyone who dares to let the criminal go without permission will be sentenced to death row and never come out." Wang Hao reminded. .

Putting down the Chinese book in his hand, he raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Luo, and found that the other party was full of blood and yang energy in his body, and he did not have the appearance of kidney deficiency that he saw in the morning.

Secretly surprised in my heart, what kind of perverted physique is this?
Hearing the warning in his ear, Ronaldinho only felt his crotch tighten.

The body couldn't help shivering.

"Uh...then assuming I didn't say anything, I still have to rely on my lifeblood to cultivate my ancestral magical skills." Xiao Luo smiled awkwardly.

The words fall.

He ran away in despair, not daring to stay any longer for a quarter of an hour.

"It's interesting." Wang Hao's eyes were deep.

I became a little bit interested in the ancestral martial art that Ronaldinho often mentioned.

Come to the eighth floor of the dungeon and send a demon head of the Ghost King Sect on the road.

In the prison cell, there was a benevolent old man with white hair and a childlike face, with a ruddy complexion, and he could not be seen as a devil at all.

If it wasn't for the detailed records in the execution documents, Wang Hao would have mistakenly thought that Hulong Villa had arrested the wrong person.

The old man's whole body was sealed inside the airtight iron box, only one head was exposed outside.

"Young man, the old man is a little thirsty, can you give me some water?"

Wang Hao subconsciously used [Pupil of Breaking Delusion], and his scalp felt numb.

I saw that the old man's body was surrounded by dense grievances, all trapped in a special iron box.

The strong evil power rolled wildly, constantly impacting the surrounding cages.

shocking.

"Huh? Young man, you are actually born with divine pupils. Hurry up and untie the old man. I can teach you a secret technique, which can be cultivated into the pupils of the gods and the underworld. You can go up to the heavens and go down to the netherworld..." The old man was ecstatic .

It seems to have found a rare gem.

Very emotional!
"Oh, is that so?" Wang Hao's face showed excitement.

The sword light flickered.

Draw your sword and chop!
puff~
The sound of the sharp sword cutting across the neck quietly sounded in the cell.

The Blood Drinking Demon Sword was hungry and thirsty, greedily absorbing the blood on the sword, trembling with excitement.

The old man had an unbelievable expression on his face, and the sudden sword strike caught him off guard.

"Hey...you don't talk about martial arts!"

Blood flowed profusely from the neck, and all of it was absorbed by the magic sword in Wang Hao's hand.

however.

The old man is still not angry, still strong.

The boss with his mouth open, tried his best to breathe, as if he still had something to say.

"Mr., this junior is a person with dull aptitude. I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy your secret technique..." Wang Hao sighed.

"Let's go!"

He raised his hand and made another sword strike.

The big head rolled to the ground.

The old man couldn't believe such a result until his death, his eyes were wide open, and he stared straight at the ceiling of the cell.

Don't rest your eyes!

【Ding!Slay the Elder of Ghost King Zong who is in the God Transformation Realm, complete the epiphany, and obtain the 'Shadow Killing Sword Technique'! 】

The rich and kind old man in front of him is not a good stubble at all, but an old devil who kills without blinking an eye. He has lived for more than 100 years and practiced evil skills with the soul of a living person.

boom!
Following the separation of the old man's body, the body imprisoned in the iron box suddenly exploded.

torn apart.

The monstrous evil spirit overflowed from the iron box and soared into the sky.

Countless grievances entangled and devoured each other, and finally a fierce ghost with a blue face and fangs and green eyes sparkling with green fire condensed in the prison cell.

Resentment evaporates!

"Boy, your time of death has arrived!" the green-faced ghost roared.

The long scarlet tongue licked his lips, and the ghost eyes stared at Wang Hao showing greed.