I am a hereditary jailer, start to suppress the eldest princess

Patriarch Xueli panicked, with his sharp eyesight, how could he fail to recognize that what Zhang Yu held in his hand was a top-notch Lingbao, which was mainly for attacking.

Even he felt his scalp tingling with the sword intent that emanated just now, and he felt a burst of panic in his heart.

The blade of the sword slapped his face, and the fierce sword energy instantly broke through his defenses, pierced the skin of his face, and left sword marks one after another.

"You're itchy, aren't you?"

Patriarch Xueli didn't speak.

"It's okay! I'll help you relieve the itching." Zhang Yu smiled coldly.

Hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, mobilize all the spiritual power of the physical strength, and bless it in the body of the sword.

hum!

The resplendent sword energy came out from the sword body again, covering him with supreme power, the complexion of Patriarch Xue Li changed drastically, and he looked up hastily.

Just in time to see Zhang Yu's hideous expression, "Let's see how arrogant you are this time!"

Qinglian Yaoguang sword slashed down and landed on his shoulder.

The terrifying sword energy broke through his defense, cut directly into the flesh and blood, submerged the sword body, landed on his bones, and was blocked.

"You're courting death!" Patriarch Xue Li fiercely stared at him.

"This is just the beginning!" Zhang Yu was not afraid at all.

Holding the Qinglian Yaoguang sword in his wound, he rolled violently, causing huge injuries without moving a single time.

Even though his bones were very hard and couldn't be broken with Zhang Yu's cultivation, they could still cause damage to his flesh and blood.

Minutes passed.

Patriarch Xueli's right shoulder is already in disrepair, blood is everywhere, it looks very scary.

But this is just the beginning, Zhang Yu has already fought him.

The blade of the sword slapped his face, looking at him with a grin.

"Why are you so crazy, old man? Isn't it because I was born earlier than me? If I was born in the same era as you, I can beat ten like you."

"This Patriarch killed you!" Xue Li Patriarch Hong roared.

Zhang Yu picked out his ears, "Are you a dog? Barking so loudly?"

The point of the sword was pointed at his face.

Pour spiritual power into it, "You don't have a long memory, do you? I left a mark on your face to remind you."

"you dare!"

Chi!

The Qinglian Yaoguang sword pierced into his mouth, stirring violently in his mouth, crushing all his teeth.

Pulling out his sword, Zhang Yu sneered, "This is my territory, what am I afraid to do?"

The tip of the sword swam around, and under Patriarch Xueli's ferocious eyes that were about to go mad, he carved the word "Prisoner" on his left face, representing the prisoner in the prison.

Seeing that he was still staring at him fiercely, Zhang Yu smiled indifferently.

"Let's continue, whoever loves first will be the grandson!"

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, with a crazy expression on his face, he violently stabbed him in the chest.

"Stop!" The suppressed anger of Patriarch Xueli couldn't bear it any longer, and exploded.

Struggling for distance, trying to mobilize spiritual power to break away from the lute bone.

Ran and egg.

No matter how hard he tried, his spiritual power was sealed, it was just futile.

Even if his physical body is very strong, the iron chains of the terrifying Ten Thousand Years Dark Tie are locked, and penetrate from the body, through the limbs, how can he exert his strength?

Instead, under his struggle, his injury became more and more severe.

After half an hour.

Zhang Yu stopped. Before his bloody ancestor, he had become a blood man, with sword wounds everywhere on his chest, and blood flowed out and dripped on the ground.

But he is resilient, and some wounds are starting to heal.

"Don't stop! Come again if you have the guts." Patriarch Xueli yelled.

Just as Zhang Yu was about to continue working, Xiao Ran ate a peanut, took a sip of tea, stood up from the chair, and stopped in front of him.

"Brother Xiao."

"Give it to me." Xiao Ran stretched out his hand.

Zhang Yu handed over the Qinglian Yaoguang Sword, holding Qinglian Yaoguang Sword, Xiao Ran squinted his eyes and looked at him, "Again?"

Seeing him, Patriarch Xueli suddenly panicked, even frightened.

However, he was still provocative, "If you have any means, just use it! As long as my ancestor is still breathing, it will kill you when I get out of trouble."

"Spine." Xiao Ran admired him.

The Qinglian Yaoguang Sword stabbed out without warning, blessing the power of gods and demons, as well as the power of reincarnation.

Break through his defense with the power of gods and demons, and the power of reincarnation prevents his wounds from healing, and at the same time corrodes his vitality.

Chi!

Like paper, it easily pierced his chest, and the tip of the sword was exposed from behind.

This is the first sword.

Next, he stabbed ten swords in a row, one sword on each limb.

thump!

Patriarch Xueli's knees softened and he knelt on the ground.

His limbs have been crippled, and he has the power of reincarnation. Even though his recovery power is very strong, it still has no effect at all, and the blood continues to flow out.

Especially the pain, which was bloody and piercing into the soul.

Except that it fell into the hands of Emperor Shengwen and tried it once. It has been many years, and I have never tried it a second time.

If eyes could kill, he would cut Xiao Ran to pieces without hesitation.

"Is this kneeling down?" Xiao Ran sneered.

Without any warning, he kicked on his head, kicked him to the ground, walked over, stepped on his face, and crushed him vigorously on the ground.

"No matter what your identity is or how strong your cultivation is, you remember it! In the sky prison, you are a grandson. Even if you are an ordinary jailer, you have to make offerings like a grandpa."

"Ah..." Patriarch Xueli roared frantically.

Under the rage, all the veins on his face were exposed, and a monstrous fierce aura came out, wishing to tear Xiao Ransheng apart.

"Noisy!" Xiao Ran scolded.

Once again mobilized a trace of the power of the gods and demons, blessed it on the right foot, stepped his head into the ground, buried his head directly, and continued to crush him.

quite a while.

Patriarch Xue Li remained silent.

Xiao Ran was stunned for a moment, and kicked him out, only to see Patriarch Xue Li passed out, his face was disfigured, even the closest person couldn't recognize him at this moment.

"Is this dizzy?" Zhang Yu was suspicious.

"It doesn't feel too strong."

"Nonsense! If he's not strong, I've lent you the sword and tortured him for a long time, and you still have nothing to do with him?" Xiao Ran gave him a blank look.

"Hey." Zhang Yu smiled coyly.

"I'll leave it to you, I'll take him to purgatory." Xiao Ran said.

Grabbing the iron chain, he walked towards purgatory.

Zhang Yu started to deal with the rest.

In purgatory.

Seeing Xiao Ran dragging a blood man, the eldest princess put down the book in her hand, blinked, "Why did they send him here?"

Xiao Ran was taken aback, and looked at her suspiciously, "Do you know him?"

"I don't know." The eldest princess shook her head.

"But I know who he is."

"Who?"

"Ancestor Xue Li."

"I know this, what about his identity?"

"Remember the matter where the Spirit God Division used the Tongtian Lingbao to transform into a blood-colored world, trapping Sheng Wen and the others?"

"It's him?" Xiao Ran was surprised.

If it was the blood spirit patriarch, everything would be explained clearly.

With the help of the Tongtian Lingbao, even Emperor Shengwen and a group of people can be trapped by one's own strength. Although there is the power of the Tongtian Lingbao, if one's own cultivation is not strong, how can the power of the Tongtian Lingbao be used by everyone? All play out.

"Do you remember?" the eldest princess asked.

"How long has it been, how can I forget?"

"Strange! Sheng Wen managed to catch him, why did he send him to Purgatory?"

"They should have interrogated him. From this look, Patriarch Xueli's mouth is very hard, and they got nothing. They had no choice but to escort him here." Xiao Ran speculated.

"Almost, it should be the same as what you said." The eldest princess nodded.

"I'll put him in the cell first, and we'll talk about it later." Xiao Ran said.

Dragging him away, he stopped at Cell No. 162, just across from Patriarch Beiming.

in the cell.

Yang Ping'an rolled up his sleeves, and asked coldly, "Will you give me your blood?"

Patriarch Beiming didn't speak, Yang Pingan held the Fantian seal, and smashed it roughly, and opened a ladle on his head. The huge force almost shattered his head.

"give or not?"

Patriarch Beiming still didn't speak, and what awaited him was Yang Ping'an's earth-shattering seal.

so repeatedly.

Every time he asked, Yang Ping'an would slap him roughly, all over his body, wherever he wanted, the damage was enough, and the insult was very strong, Patriarch Beiming was very aggrieved.

Hearing the sound of footsteps outside, Yang Pingan subconsciously stopped, turned around and looked around, saw Xiao Ran dragging a blood man, and asked curiously, "You want me to help?"

Patriarch Xueli had already woken up when he entered Purgatory.

He also saw Patriarch Beiming being hammered.

and.

He also knew Patriarch Beiming. Although they came from different forces when they fought that day, they all had the same purpose, to be an enemy of the imperial court.

He also knew the strength of Patriarch Beiming. If there was a real fight, the opponent's real dragon body would be enough to torture and kill him, but if he survived, he could only severely injure him and damage him for thousands of years.

Even such characters are treated as ants and tortured at will.

Thinking of himself again, Patriarch Xueli panicked because he was so stubborn just now. He was afraid that Yang Ping'an would use the means on Patriarch Beiming to greet him.

"Tough mouth?" Xiao Ran asked.

"En." Yang Pingan nodded.

"You have been tortured so badly by me, yet you still don't let go, don't let go of your heart, and don't speak out the secret method inherited by the Dragon Clan of the North Sea."

"Go on! Make it to death, if you kill him, he will be yours." Xiao Ran said.

"Really?" Yang Pingan's eyes lit up.

"What do you think?" Xiao Ran asked back.

Yang Pingan understood, grabbed his body, and looked at Patriarch Beiming with a smirk, "Did you hear that, old man? He has already given the order to die. If you continue to be stubborn, you will die."