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

Back to the new house on the outskirts of the city.

Come to the well in the front yard.

Wang Hao released all the female ghosts in Dahongpao, and ordered to Qingyu and the other female ghosts: "From now on, this well will be your shelter, and there is an earth evil yin vein below it, which is suitable for your usual cultivation."

"Thank you for the gift, Master!" Qing Yu was ecstatic.

Excitement flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she led the other sisters to kneel on the ground, kowtowing to Wang Hao continuously.

Thanks Dade!

"The scope of your activities is limited to this house, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" Wang Hao warned in a deep voice.

Done.

Turn around and walk into the house.

Looking up at the sky, he found that it was still too early, and he thought he could take the opportunity to do something.

Exercising the technique of transforming form, he turned into the appearance of the third prince, and quietly disappeared into the room.

Wait until Wang Hao's breath disappears.

The female ghosts in the well poked their heads out one after another, looking curiously at the elegant and simple courtyard in front of them.

"Sister Qingyu, how will this master treat us in the future? Will he torture us like grandma?" A female ghost showed worried eyes.

With a sad and pitiful expression, he was worried and worried about the unknown future.

"Yes, sister, the bloodthirsty devilishness he exuded just now is probably also a murderous devil..."

"Hey, this is the fate of our sisters... If you come, you will be safe. You guys must not have bad intentions and anger the master. We can't bear it all." Qingyu reminded with a serious expression.

Turning his head to look at the sisters beside him who had been together day and night, he couldn't help but sigh.

He came to the small pond alone and looked up at the cold moon in the night sky.

Feel spring and autumn.

It was already the middle of the night, and the bustling scenes in the city had long since ceased to exist.

The street became very deserted, and there were few people. Except for a few calls from the watchman, there was only the sound of the night wind blowing the banner.

There is a teahouse.

The largest teahouse in the capital is often loved by dignitaries in the city.

at this time.

But there is a graceful figure appearing in front of the door of Youyuan Teahouse.

According to what Young Master Youming said, this is the secret property of the Nether Sect in the capital.

Looking at the plaque of Youyuan Teahouse, Wang Hao decisively pushed the door open and entered.

boom!
The wooden door was vulnerable, and under his forceful push, it instantly turned into a pile of sawdust and splashed everywhere.

Just stepped in the door.

A teahouse waiter jumped out of the back hall, blocked his way with a livid face, and said coldly: "Guest officer, the teahouse is already closed. If you want to drink tea, please come back at Chenshi."

Looking at the situation in front of him, the buddy felt as if he was facing a big enemy, knowing that a bad guest came today and he was here to make trouble.

"It's none of your business here, tell your shopkeepers to come out." Wang Hao said aggressively.

Without looking at the buddy standing in front of him, he stretched out his hand and pushed, and walked past him.

He walked straight to the back hall, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

No one in sight!

"Guest officer, please leave here." The man said with a frosty face.

He raised his hands like a tiger, and grabbed Wang Hao's shoulders, preventing him from entering the teahouse.

"I don't know what to do!" Wang Hao glanced sideways.

There was a golden glow in his eyes, and the guy seemed to be struck by lightning, and instead of advancing, he retreated, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

He vomited blood, his soul was severely injured, and he fell into a coma on the spot.

"Presumptuous!" An angry voice sounded from the second floor of the teahouse.

A hale and hearty, gray-haired old man rushed out from the second floor. He had cultivated in the mid-stage of the God Transformation Realm, and the true energy in his body was constantly surging.

Staring at Wang Hao with cold eyes, his face was frosty.

Killing intent is awe-inspiring!
"Your Excellency, what do you mean by this? I have a destiny teahouse in the capital, and I have always had no grievances or enmities with others. Why do you want to hurt people?" The old man asked coldly.

"There was a rogue named Chen Feng who owed me a lot of money and couldn't repay it. He asked me to come here to get the money." Wang Hao said indifferently.

This statement came out.

The expression of the white-haired old man suddenly changed, his eyelids twitched wildly, and the angry killing intent in his eyes instantly turned into a look of vigilance.

The tone softened: "Your Excellency, I'm afraid you have come to the wrong place. I don't know the Chen Feng you are talking about."

"Oh, really? He still has a name, maybe you must know it." Wang Hao joked.

"what is it call?"

"Young Master Nether."

"What!! Who are you?" The old man was shocked.

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly attacked.

The ten fingers were slightly bent, shaped like eagle claws, and the raging power of the netherworld gathered in the palm of the palm, and went straight to the vital point of Wang Hao's neck.

If this claw is caught, it will not die or be half disabled.

"It seems that you really know each other?" Wang Hao sneered.

Step forward.

Holding the hilt of the sword in hand, he drew the sword and slashed.

"Open the mountain!"

The violent and fierce sword light shot out instantly, instantly illuminating the entire dark teahouse.

The sword is full of air.

"Nether God's Palm!" The white-haired old man advanced instead of retreating.

Turning the claws into palms, he slapped in the air, and quickly condensed a majestic big handprint in the air.

Fall from the sky.

Carrying the supreme power, it collided with the sword glow in front of him.

Hit hard!
"Break!" Wang Hao whispered.

The power of the sword is condensed, opening mountains and cracking rocks, and it specializes in these indestructible and indestructible skills.

boom!
A strong explosion sounded loudly, bursting out with destructive power, and the teahouse was the first to be destroyed by this terrifying force.

"puff!"

Blood shot.

The white-haired old man was overwhelmed, he coughed up blood, his body was uncontrollable, he knelt on the ground, his arms drooped weakly, and his meridians were cut off.

this moment.

His heart sank, and he fell to the bottom in an instant.

What kind of sword technique is this...it is so terrifying, even with all his strength of his proud Nether God's Palm, he can't destroy that condensed sword light.

"Ahem... Who are you, and why do you want to be an enemy of my Nether Sect?" The old man was bleeding from his mouth, and his body trembled violently.

"I, Xia Xin, the one who killed you!" Wang Hao smiled charmingly.

Hearing this answer, the white-haired old man showed horror and retreated uncontrollably, trying to distance himself from Wang Hao.

Looking at Wang Hao's condescending gaze, he opened his eyes wide and screamed in despair: "What? You...you are the sword demon Xia Xin?"

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

The fierce name of Daxia Sword Demon is too terrifying!
It frightened both righteous and demons in the world...

"If it's fake!" Wang Hao said indifferently.

With a sword drawn, the head fell to the ground, and scarlet blood splashed all over the ground.

【Ding!Kill the deacon of the Nether Sect in the God Transformation Realm, complete the epiphany, and get the 'Nether God's Palm'! 】

"I didn't expect the name of the third prince to be so useful..." Wang Hao said with a chuckle.

Obtaining a palm technique of the yellow rank is optional.

Looking around, his eyes scanned the surrounding ruins.

Wang Hao grasped from the air, pinched the unconscious man in his hand, and asked forcefully, "Do you want to die or not?"

"I want to live!" The man blushed and replied without thinking.

"Tell me the whereabouts of the warehouse, and I will spare you!" Wang Hao said coldly.

Under the guidance of the teahouse clerk, he uprooted the secret stronghold of the Nether Sect in the capital.

The 30 taels of gold and some precious cultivation resources in the treasury were swept away, and all were put into the storage bag.

All comers are welcome!
Throw the buddy in his hand.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he felt a powerful aura galloping towards him in the distance.