Just got out of town.

Looking at the direction of the capital behind him, the ancestor of the blood knife was proud. The Great Xia Imperial City, known as a demon and a forbidden place for sects, was heavily guarded, and even the powerhouses of the Xuanzong realm would die and not live, but that was the case.

He couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed unbridly: "Shit is forbidden, didn't this ancestor come and leave when he wanted to?"

"Laughing like a pig barks, even a ghost can be scared to death by you." Xiao Ran jumped down from the tree with a dog's tail grass in his mouth.

Seeing the person who came, the ancestor of the blood knife sneered: "Who am I supposed to be, it turns out to be a little golden sword servant of the Shenjian guard."

"These are not my clothes." Xiao Ran said.

He took off the golden robe from his body and threw it outside.

"Aren't you from the Sword Guard?" The blood knife ancestor had a bad premonition.

"Ok."

"It doesn't matter who you are, if you dare to stand in the way of this ancestor, just die!" The blood knife ancestor was murderous.

He rushed up quickly.

Even the blood demon knife was useless, he arrogantly took out a palm: "The blood **** turns into a bone palm."

A huge blood-red palm print fell from the sky and slapped Xiao Ran's head.

"That's it?" Xiao Ran pouted.

The right fist blasted out, golden light filled the air, powerfully breaking the palm technique he shot.

Under the stunned and frightened eyes of the blood knife ancestor, he grabbed his shirt and smashed him to the ground roughly.

boom!

The ground shattered, and a tiankeng with a size of several tens of meters appeared, and the blood knife ancestor was buried alive in it.

Xiao Ran walked over, stood on the edge, looked at the blood knife ancestor below, "The capital is still like you said, come when you want, and leave when you want?"

"Who, who are you?" The blood knife ancestor vomited blood.

"Xiao Ran."

He slapped a palm from the air and smashed him to death.

The Golden Book of Fortune appeared again, turning a page and introducing his personal information, as well as the sins he had committed over the years.

The golden light flickered, showing three things, 250,000 proficiency, blood magic sword technique, and ten years of martial arts cultivation.

In addition to the proficiency accumulated in the past three days, it is exactly half a million.

Adding the 500,000 proficiency to Sword Intent, the power will increase again.

With these ten years of martial arts cultivation, it is still ten years before he will break through to the Xuanzong realm.

Gorefiend Sword Technique (High-grade Earth Rank): None.

She put the Blood Demon Sword into the Seven Treasure Colored Jade Belt, and Xiao Ran left.

I didn't go back to the Tian prison dormitory, I just went home.

Shortly after he left, the seriously injured Lord Zijian arrived late with his companions.

Looking at the blood knife ancestor who was bombed and killed in the pit, he subconsciously looked away at the tragic state.

"Tell you not to run away, go back to jail with me, and there will still be some dog talk. If you don't listen, it's alright, you'll be beaten up with a punch." Lord Zijian gloated.

Daybreak.

Xiao Ran ate breakfast on the street and went to the Heavenly Prison. Xiao Zhou and the others had already arrived.

The captain's face was cold, and the atmosphere was depressed. On the ground lay a jailer's body, his face was ashen, his vitality was corroded, and there was still a strong filth in his body.

"Look at all of you being so cowardly, fear is written on your face, and the official's face will be disgraced if you spread it out." The lieutenant scolded.

Everyone didn't dare to take a breath, and lowered their heads.

The jailer's tragic death woke them up again.

Tian Prison is not a place of comfort. Working here, although the salary is very generous and the salary is very high, it is terrible.

"Now in this world, what can you do without danger? When people are at home, disasters can fall from the sky. Working here is a little more dangerous, but the pay is generous and the money is full. After three years, you can still be transferred to a good position. ' said the captain.

"What the lord said is very true." A jailer agreed.

"All cheer me up, work hard, and put away that sad face."

He waved his hand and asked someone to dispose of the jailer's body.

Just as they were about to assign a task, two Lord Zijian, with a group of subordinates, escorted a criminal hurriedly.

"I have seen your lord!" The captain hurriedly saluted.

"Detain him in purgatory, treat him well, go through various punishments every day, and don't let him die." An Lord Zijian said coldly.

Xiao Ran recognized it. These two were the same people who chased the Demon Lord last night.

And the disheveled criminal with his legs chopped off in front of him is the Demon Lord.

"Sir, who is he?" the captain asked.

"The Demon Lord of the Rakshasa Sect ran faster than a rabbit. But he was so unlucky that he bumped into the front of the Deputy Sword Master Qin, and his legs were left behind." Lord Zijian smiled happily.

The two of them kicked him more than a dozen times before they left contentedly.

"Xiao Ran, you imprison him in purgatory, and give him a set of thirty-six kinds of torture first." The captain said.

"Yeah." Xiao Ran responded.

Holding the Demon Lord by the neck, he entered purgatory.

Put him in a cell and bind him to an iron frame.

The golden book of good fortune appeared in his mind, and the golden pages were rotated, showing two things, ten years of martial arts cultivation, and 250,000 proficiency.

"Here." Xiao Ran was excited.

Holding the leather whip, he whipped it in the air, and there was a loud explosion.

The Demon Lord's eyelids shrank, but he was still stubborn: "Give me a treat!"

"If you have the guts, bite your tongue and commit suicide." Xiao Ran said.

The Demon Lord is speechless. If he had the courage, would he still be a prisoner?

The whip came down, and the skin he whipped tore apart, blood everywhere.

Completed the difference.

Xiao Ran locked the prison door and couldn't wait to leave purgatory. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Lock the quiet room door.

250,000 proficiency was added to Sword Intent, and the attributes were refreshed.

Sword Intent: Ingenious

The power has been increased by a full two times, and everything in the world can be a sword, and the sword will come out, and the enemy will be damaged.

After ten years of martial arts cultivation, the pure spiritual power in the body reached the spiritual realm point, broke through the bottleneck, and broke through to the Xuanzong realm in one fell swoop.

Simultaneously.

Jiutian Yuling Zhichun tempered the flesh body, and together with the flesh body became stronger again.

"When the cultivation base reaches the Xuanzong realm, in addition to the improvement of lifespan, you can also fly in the sky. Find an opportunity to try it out." Xiao Ran said.

Out of the quiet room.

I happened to see Xiao Zhou carrying a criminal.

"Brother Xiao, thank you, this trip to the treasure land, I have broken through to the first level of the innate." Xiao Zhou was grateful.

Xiao Ran patted his shoulder, "This is inseparable from your own hard training."

"I made a deal with Lao Zheng and the others. I'll treat you in the evening. If you don't get drunk, you won't go home."

"Why don't you go to the Drunken Immortal Courtyard?"

"Brother Xiao, don't you know? The Drunken Immortal Court is so unfortunate. Last night, the Divine Sword Guard arrested criminals there, demolished most of the courtyard, and is still rebuilding." Xiao Zhou said.

"Okay." Xiao Ran nodded.

"Brother Xiao, I'll go back first. Lord Shen and Lord Ling personally ordered the criminal to be arraigned and are still waiting in the lobby on the first floor."

"What crime did he commit?"

Xiao Zhou glanced left and right, and said in a low voice, "He seems to be the Holy Son of the Devil's Sect."

"Go!" Xiao Ran said.

Xiao Zhou left, Xiao Ran entered purgatory, it was time to bleed the dragon.

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