Two vast ancient keys are tightly held in the palms of their hands, and the tail is embellished with a little golden color, which is the key for death row prisoners on death row to exchange for freedom.

Death row seems to be loosely guarded, but for these people in the prison, it is a cage that is difficult to escape, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan walked through the corridor on the left and right, a total of eighteen prisons, each of whom is imprisoned has their own key, and that key is a symbol of their freedom.

No one can know better than them that the meaning of the existence of these keys is more like a contract in it, which overlaps the weight of the Tao that only those in the bureau know.

Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan stared at the two of them with two eyes, no matter what, their purpose was to invite these two killing gods out of the mountain, as long as these two people were willing to go out, their task would be completed.

The elegant middle-aged man and the old white-haired old man looked at the key in their hands, and suddenly raised their heads, and two breaths that made Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan frightened swept in, and the chessboard instantly turned into ashes, and even the stone table carved out of the granite fell apart with a bang.

"It's as amazing as it sounds."

Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan's waists were lowered a little, and they looked at the two of them who exuded amazing momentum with a little humility, and the essence in their eyes was restricted.

As the momentum of the two burst out, the entire death row seemed to be boiling, and the eighteen prisons on both sides of the corridor instantly erupted with an astonishing momentum, which was no worse than Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhi's fate, and eighteen strands rose from the ground one after another, and the terrifying momentum of the blend was enough to smash any super-first-class powerhouse.

"Lead the way."

The old man was no longer dying. There was an awe-inspiring aura all over his body. Long and pale hair without wind automatic. The wide and shabby clothes were rustling, and the words were like thunder, and Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming were suddenly suffocated, as if they had been pinched by seven inches, and they couldn't go up or down, and they were very uncomfortable.

Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming looked shocked, this is the real powerhouse, a word is enough to hurt people, this kind of mysterious and mysterious qi method is not something they can touch now.

Mo Zhifang and Mo Xiaohuan obediently let the discharge door go. The two people sitting on the stone chair suddenly got up, and it was only at this time that Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan saw a few chains behind them.

The pipa bones of the two of them and several dead holes on their backs were all stabbed to death, and they got up suddenly, the iron chains made a gentle sound, and the crisp sound of iron chains colliding shocked Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan speechlessly.

Ordinary martial artists, who have been penetrated through the pipa bone, are basically like waste, and even ordinary people who are majestic can knock them down, and these two people in front of them. Not only were the pipa bones pierced by iron chains, but several dead holes were also sealed by bone spurs. At a glance, the back was densely packed with things, and the two of them were naturally invisible when they leaned on the stone chair, but now they stood up, the iron chain rolled, and the bone spurs with chopsticks were hideously exposed.

"Senpai?"

Mo Xiaohuan hesitated for a moment, but still chose to speak, the iron chain and bone spurs were originally used to lock the two of them, if they couldn't take it off, it would affect their combat effectiveness, it would be more than worth the loss.

"It doesn't matter."

The elegant-looking middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, and suddenly his momentum soared, like a wild beast awakening, only to see that the old banyan tree that had survived for a hundred years instantly lost its leaves, and Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan's bodies subconsciously took two steps back.

"Break it for me."

With the middle-aged man shouting angrily, the white-haired old man also snorted coldly, only to hear a deafening explosion sound, under the horrified gaze of Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan, the iron chain cast by the cold iron behind the old man and the middle-aged man exploded instantly, fell to the ground, and was shortened into several pieces in an instant.

This is not over, as the iron chain of the pipa bone fell, the more majestic two bodies trembled suddenly, and a white fluorescence burst out instantly, and more than a dozen or twenty chopstick-long bone spurs pierced into the stone wall fiercely, and the rumbling sound was like thunder, and the stone wall that had existed for I don't know how many years of the road suddenly appeared with long finger holes.

The old man and the middle-aged man looked at each other and smiled in the horror of Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan, the laughter was full of domineering and evil intent, and an even more terrifying aura woke up in an instant, and the two killing gods who were dormant in Chang'an finally completely exposed their fangs.

"Let's go."

The middle-aged man with an elegant appearance snorted coldly, his body moved slightly, leaving an afterimage, and his body had already appeared beside Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan.

The old man with pale hair was also extremely fast, and he didn't see any movement, his gray clothes fluttered, and he had already caught up with him for some reason, landing on the left side of the middle-aged man.

With these two terrible killing gods by his side, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan dared to slack off, pushed open the black wooden door, and the four of them walked out.

The eighteen prisons along the way became silent as the two figures walked out, and even the sound of breathing became much more subdued, these eighteen so-called dungeons, each of which was famous among the two or three Jiazi, but they were as obedient as lambs in front of the old man and the middle-aged man.

No one dares to provoke their majesty, since the establishment of the death row in the hands of Empress Lu, Han Xin Peng Yue and other celebrities in the early Han Dynasty have been imprisoned, and in all dynasties, there are many unruly warriors and rebellious ministers and thieves, and those who are qualified to be locked in the prison for hundreds of years are so few.

And the two people in front of them were arrested by mistake more than 30 years ago, and it was because of their great fame and great crimes that they were imprisoned in the prison, that is, the small courtyard in that courtyard.

The so-called VIP treatment is about the same, ordinary prisoners, who are imprisoned in the eighteen dungeons, only have a cell that does not see the light of day all day, and the environment in which the two of them live is much more comfortable.

Of course, they are naturally qualified to live so comfortably, the people in prison have always admired the respect of the strong, but no one dares to challenge the majesty of these two.

Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan walked slowly in front of the two of them like walking on thin ice, the death row was not big, passing through the winding corridor, and soon walked on the street.

There was a figure outside the door, the female python's yellow robe fluttered in the wind, her white hands behind her back, looking at the full moon, her eyes without a trace of focus.

Right now, the shouting and killing are moving, that is, the position of the death row is very remote, and the deafening sound can still be heard, the tiger and wolf army and the soldiers and horses in the city have already exchanged hands, and the whole city is filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Lord." Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan humbly lowered their heads and clenched their fists in front of Wang Rong, their eyes full of respect.

Wang Rong's chin twitched slightly, and his gaze crossed the two henchmen, falling on the person who walked out slowly.

"You let us out?" The white-haired old man said hoarsely.

"That's right." Wang Rong nodded heavily.

"On what terms?" This time it was the middle-aged man who asked.

"Capture or kill a person alive."

The old man and the middle-aged man glanced at each other, but they didn't ask who they wanted to capture or kill, their eyes flashed, and they both saw the answer in the other party's eyes.

"The old man likes to kill."

The old man's slender white eyebrows trembled, if it weren't for the fact that everyone present knew the details of this person, ordinary people would probably really be deceived by his kind face.

"Where's the man?" Middle-aged men don't talk much, but they are all key.

"Three hundred zhang to the east, there is a temple, and your prey tonight is inside." Wang Rong said coldly.

The two of them didn't say anything more, swept over, and the figure disappeared into the thick night in an instant, three hundred zhang, about two miles away, for a master of their level, it was just a few breaths to reach.

Seeing the two people leaving, Wang Rong's deep guard quietly dissipated a little, to a certain extent, she herself also has a lot of worries about releasing these two people, after all, this is not an easy person to kill the gods, his husband back then, that is, Liu Hong, worked hard, and used the palace Zhang Rang Zhao Zhong, including four martial arts permanent attendants, as well as the arrest masters of the Taiwei Mansion, a total of more than 60 people, to arrest these two people.

Although the two were captured, Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong and others also paid a lot of price, not only did they hurt their vitality, but the arrest masters of the Taiwei Mansion were almost dead.

What Wang Rong is worried about is that if these two people want to be an emperor after tonight, they want to be the emperor of the rivers and lakes again like they did more than thirty years ago, Wang Rong really has nothing to do with them, although she has a considerable number of masters in her hands, but she is not a casual squanderer, and besides, after tonight, it is difficult to say how many are left, which is also the reason why Wang Rong thought about these two people for more than half a month at the beginning of his thoughts. (To be continued......)