Mingxin turned his head to look at the city lord, and the city lord also came back to his senses and kowtowed to Mingxin again and again, and made the same oath as Ouyang Jing.

Mingxin does not believe in this Rausch oath, this thing is an emptiness, useful for monks who go against the sky, but it is useless for mortals.

He only believes in the people whose lives are in his hands, but he doesn't have any means to take the lives of the two at any time, and it's okay to scare and scare children with poison, so don't take it out and embarrass people.

I frantically looked at "Filthy Blood Formula" in my head, hoping that there were any means that could be used in it, but the reality was cruel, the second layer of Qi cultivation could not even manifest blood qi, and no means could be used!

There is no way, although it is quite useful to subdue Ouyang Jing now, but Mingxin still doesn't dare to use a person who can't be relieved at this time period, so he has no choice but to punch him in the head.

"Ah! Immortal Master spares his life! I will never betray you! Absolutely not!" Seeing Ouyang Jing being killed, the city lord was shocked and frightened, and kowtowed again and again while begging for mercy.

Mingxin stepped forward and grabbed his hair, and said indifferently: "Since this is the City Lord's Mansion, how can you say that it should also be a dungeon for the prisoners, right? Take me right now!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll take you there right away!" Seeing that there was a chance to live, the city lord nodded his head in agreement, where was the majesty when he first came in?

He snatched the lord from the ground, pulled out his sword, and with a sword cut off the head of the dead deacon, and since he was dead, the blood did not spill everywhere, but slowly came out.

And in the frightened eyes of the city lord, the blood flowing from the deacon's neck slowly turned black and sticky, because he was so frightened that he didn't notice the stench that permeated the whole house from just now now.

There were amazing changes on the deacon's corpse, and the city lord didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he twisted his eyes to the side, but he didn't know if it was a coincidence, but this turn of his eyes happened to let him see the old man who was "a thousand machines".

At this moment, the old man's blood-stained suit turned out to be loose, the city lord was puzzled, his eyes looked down, but he saw his already thin skinny palm!

The city lord clearly remembered that the palm of the thousand machine calculations was obviously full of qi and blood......

The puzzled city lord shifted his gaze again, and found that Ouyang Jing was the same, and couldn't help but feel confused.

"Gone, what kind of god?"

Mingxin's voice came from behind, and the city lord hurriedly concentrated on leading the way.

When he opened the door, the city lord deliberately lowered his head and glanced back, but this time, he saw that his heart was broken, and his head was confused.

The city lord quickly turned his head with all his strength and stopped looking, walked in front of Mingxin to lead the way, clenched his teeth to prevent himself from making a sound.

Before the two doors were closed, it was clear from the crack in the door that a skull-like dry head was lying quietly on the ground...

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On the way to the dungeon, because the city lord's face was very bad, there was no one from the city lord's mansion who dared to touch the head at all, but there was a lot less trouble.

The lord of the city took Mingxin to a stone house guarded by two soldiers, and there was a staircase leading to the underground in the house, and followed one of the soldiers down the stairs to the underground.

When I went down to the dungeon, it was dark, cold, and damp, and although Mingxin was a cultivator, his cultivation was too low, and he couldn't reach the realm of seeing things at night.

In order to prevent accidents, Mingxin's hand has been on the city lord's neck before he comes down, and if he has any abnormal movements, he will be killed directly!

Suddenly, a little light appeared in the darkness, illuminating some distance, Mingxin immediately left his hand from the city lord's neck, followed by a little light, and then a little...

It turned out that it was the soldier who came down with them who was lighting the lamp.

In view of the view is a corridor just over two meters wide, flanked by numerous cells for all kinds of prisoners, and the roof of the corridor is lit by kerosene lamps every two meters.

After the soldier lit the kerosene lamp, Mingxin asked him to give him the key to the dungeon, and then went up to stand guard again, without ordering him not to come down no matter what happened.

However, the soldier glanced at the city lord, and only after receiving the city lord's affirmation did he hand over the key and go up to stand guard.

After the soldiers went up, the city lord introduced in a trembling voice: "Immortal... Immortal Master, there are a total of 20 cells in this prison, and each room holds about five to eight people, each of whom is a vicious and vicious person!

Hearing this, Ming Xin secretly rejoiced in his heart, the blood of those ruffians he had killed was thicker than the family he killed when he was taking a bath, although it was not much, but it was indeed thick, except for the three children, of course.

Then, the blood of these murderers is definitely better than that of ruffians, if they are people who practice martial arts, like Zhou Ban or Ouyang Jing, the effect is better, especially Ouyang Jing and Qianji, one person has blood and qi to top two ruffians.

These murderers who are extremely vicious in the eyes of others are blood in the eyes of Mingxin, and they are good things to break through!

"Lord of the City, I will give you one thing, I hope you can handle it. Mingxin smiled.

"Immortal Master, just say that if you can do it, even if I go bankrupt, I won't blink an eye!" the city lord said in horror.

"It's very simple, go talk to these prisoners, whatever you want, but the voice should be louder, but not too big, it's better to mingle with the prisoners, understand?"

"Yes, I may not be able to do things, but I am the best at speaking!"

"Hehe, go ahead. After arranging, Mingxin took the key to open a cage and walked in.

When the city lord saw Mingxin enter the prison, he suddenly wanted to close him again! Honestly, he spoke to the prisoners while walking.

What are you talking about? Or what can it be, of course, in the next life, be a good person who respects the Fa, and stop killing people or anything.

When he said this, naturally some prisoners were dissatisfied with him and refuted him, saying that he was forced to be helpless, that he was about to starve to death and had to rob, and that if he robbed too much, he would kill people, and then go to prison, not to blame him, to blame the government or something.

The lord of the city was speaking, and all the prisoners in the dungeon were attracted to him, and they were arguing with him, and no one noticed the continuous "kaba" sound and exclamation from the cage that Mingxin entered.

The dungeon had limited light, kerosene lamps could only illuminate the corridors, and the cells on both sides were still pitch black, and no one knew what Mingxin was doing in the cell.

After a while, less than a minute, Mingxin walked out of the cell as if nothing had happened.

After he locked the door of his cell, he began to open the door of another cell, and after opening it, he walked in again, followed by a burst of "kaba" and exclamations.

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