"Cloud Dragon Ruler!"

Although he didn't know what the energy used by the black-robed man was, the old man could feel that the other party's strength was not much higher than him, but he was losing and retreating, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed and roared.

The body slammed into the air, and under the infusion of red spiritual power, the body of the ruler became hot, and a dragon-like phantom slowly emerged on it, and then shot towards the fog spirit with surging energy.

His face was slightly solemn, and the mist spirit clenched the blood phoenix stick, and his body took on a strange posture. This made Chen Moyang couldn't help but hold his breath, he knew what martial arts the old man was going to use, but he really hadn't seen the power shown by the Spirit King.

"The third form of the coiling dragon stick method, the tiger dominates the world!"

As soon as he stepped on the footsteps, the fog spirit's face calmly met the flying weight, and the majestic spiritual power frantically poured into the body of the stick, and the glamorous color of the blood phoenix stick actually faded a little, which was a manifestation of the extreme compression of power.

"Boom!"

The arm swung out violently, and the blood stick instantly met it with fierce power, hitting the expected point with precision, and the two erupted into a violent sound the moment they touched.

I have to say that the strength of the Fog Spirit Spirit Sect was profoundly reflected at this time, and he found the weakest point of the heavy ruler flying in an instant, and swung it up accurately.

The moment the heavy ruler was touched by the blood phoenix stick, it became a rout, and the ruler body shook violently, and it was knocked aside, and the fog spirit castrated unabated, and the body accelerated in the air, and the blood phoenix stick hit the chest of the old man who was caught off guard.

"Poof!"

The blood spurted out with a snort, and he slowly stepped forward, the fog spirit did not spare his hand, taking advantage of the old man's lack of strength, the blood stick smashed into the old man who fell to the ground one by one.

The old man who had lost his weapon was even more unable to resist this wave of attack, and after barely resisting a few sticks, he was finally hit again, and the huge force made him roll on the ground a few times, and his eyes looked at the man in black who was walking slowly with indignation. Thinking about it, he didn't expect that he, a spirit king, would be defeated so badly in such a small place.

Seeing the mist spirit raise the Blood Phoenix Stick again, a look of horror finally appeared on the old man's face, and he shouted loudly: "You can't kill me, I'm the guest elder of the Yuelan Sect!"

With a sneer, the fog spirit did not stop the movement of his hand, and the blood phoenix stick smashed on the latter's head with strong energy, and suddenly, red and white things splashed everywhere, and the old man was suddenly inactive.

Looking at the old man who couldn't die anymore, Chen Moyang couldn't help but take a deep breath, the dignified spirit king, but ended up like this, it was really embarrassing.

With a flip of his palm, he put the blood phoenix stick into the spirit gathering ring, and the fog spirit seemed to have completed an extremely inconspicuous trivial matter, kicked the corpse aside, and walked towards the cell, which made Chen Moyang can't help but mutter: "Is it so casual?!"

"Stinky boy, this is the importance of strength, if you are Lingzun, these people can be regarded as ants!" replied lightly, the fog spirit took a step, and the current caretaker was finally cleaned up, and there was no longer the slightest barrier ahead.

In the brightly lit cell, a stove was still burning, and on the desk, a blood-stained iron whip was placed quietly, as if to tell the story of what he had done before.

In the center of the cell, a middle-aged man in a large shape was standing miserably, covered in blood, and what made people's backs chill even more was that the middle-aged man's limbs were pierced by a thumb-thick iron chain, and as long as he moved slightly, he would suffer inhuman pain.

Slowly approaching, Chen Moyang's face was shocked, he really thought that Yue Yi would treat Tang Tian like this, thinking that in order to get the news of the treasure, they really tried their best, and Tang Tian's will had to make Chen Moyang admire, he was able to support him for so long under this kind of torture.

Hearing the footsteps, Tang Tian raised his head with great difficulty, and his body moved with a piercing pain, "Why, I want to torture Lao Tzu again, Lao Tzu tells you, no way, I was really blind at the beginning, and I took you in, a brute!"

A burst of scolding made Chen Moyang, who was standing in front of him, slightly embarrassed, and Tang Tian finally found that the figure in front of him didn't seem to be Yue Yi, he blinked fiercely, looking at the familiar black-robed man in front of him, a strong joy burst out from his face.

"Master, it's you, why are you here?"

Speaking in surprise, and then suddenly thinking of something, Tang Tian waved his hands and said with bared teeth: "Master, how is the little girl?"

Looking at the news that asked about Tang Ge as soon as he opened his mouth, Chen Moyang couldn't help but smile, took off his hat gently, revealing his slightly immature but resolute little face, and didn't hide his voice anymore, "Master Tang, she is very good, he is in a safe place, waiting for you!"

The sudden flashing face made Tang Tian stunned, staring blankly, and even forgetting the pain in his body. After a while, Tang Tian finally came back to his senses, a touch of complexity appeared on his face, and he said in a low voice: "The afterlife is terrifying, it's really terrifying!"

"Master, thank you for coming to save me, but there's a Spirit Sect outside, and I don't know how you got in, but you better run!"

Although Tang Tian was shocked by Chen Moyang's age, his insurmountable strength made him hurry up and remind him.

Chen Moyang nodded, signaling that he knew, looking at the iron chain on Tang Tian's body, he couldn't help frowning, and said, "Old man, look, what should I do, he is so seriously injured?"

"Let's wait for the medicine to go crazy!"

...

In a moment, a black figure flashed into the dungeon, which made Tang Tian startled, and just wanted to remind him, he saw Chen Moyang take the initiative to greet him, and swallowed back the words he wanted to speak.

The medicine madness had obviously released his emotions, approached with an indifferent face, looked at the miserable Tang Tian, and said lightly: "He is Tang Tian?"

Nodding, Chen Moyang said softly: "Brother Yao, look, he looks like this, I don't dare to touch him easily..."

Before Chen Moyang finished speaking, Yao Mania had already walked up, his right palm stretched out, and he held it directly on Tang Tian's shoulder, completely ignoring the latter's grinning expression.

"His dantian was abolished, his cultivation was scattered, and the rest were flesh wounds, just take them back and raise them for a while. Soon, the drug madness came to a conclusion, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Hearing that his cultivation had been abolished, Tang Tian just shook his head helplessly, and didn't say anything more, but anyone could detect the bitterness that flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, if the person is rescued, retreat quickly, otherwise once discovered, it will be a little difficult to retreat!" With a command, with a wave of the medicine maniac's palm, the blood-colored flames suddenly flashed, burning all the chains on Tang Tian's body, taking out a pill and stuffing it into Tang Tian's mouth, he picked him up and rushed outside.

With a wry smile, Chen Moyang handed his body back to the fog spirit, and his body flashed, following behind Yao Mad. After a while, they came to the attic, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and couldn't help but gasp, the distorted size of the body was a sign of how they had been tortured in their lives.

Lifting the noise barrier, the three of them turned into a black shadow, constantly flashing through the courtyard, slowly dodging in the shadows, and soon left the house, leaving only an attic full of corpses and an empty dungeon, waiting for the thunderous fury of those who looked at him.

With the strength of the Medicine Madness Spirit Sect, it was easy to dodge this wave of investigation, and outside the door of Young Master Yi, the middle-aged man with an indifferent face seemed to have noticed something, and he was a little surprised to perceive the movement in the mansion, but he didn't find anything, so he shook his head helplessly, and stood here again, fulfilling his duties.

Inside the house, the lewd laughter of young people and the painful howls of young girls were constantly heard.