When Wang Yan fell to the ground, without anyone reacting, Mo Qingyu gave birth to a streamer under his feet and came to him.

Swish!

The blood line flashed, and Wang Yan's right arm was cut off by him, and blood flowed out from Wang Yan's broken arm.

"Bastard, you dare!" The head of the Wang family, who was sitting at the front of the audience, was the first to react, and he roared angrily and disappeared from the stage.

He was still immersed in the shock of Wang Yan's defeat to Mo Qingyu and did not recover, how could he have thought that Mo Qingyu would dare to do such a thing in front of him and many powerful figures of the Extreme Dao Sect.

The moment Mo whispered and swung the knife, he reacted, and flashed to the main challenge platform with a thunderous roar, and slammed his palm at Mo whispering.

Mo Qingyu only felt a wave of heat coming, his Xuanhuang maternal qi had been exhausted, and he could only maintain his Xuanyu body to meet the palm of the Wang family master.

Burst!

After this palm fell on him, Mo Qingyu instantly lost consciousness, and in the moment when he was only conscious, there was only one thought in Mo Qingyu's mind, the Yunhai Realm Mystic was terrifying...

When Mo Qingyu opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dark room, he stroked the place where he was hit by the head of the Wang family, and couldn't help but scream: "Hiss~ It hurts!"

Rubbing the painful place, Mo looked at the surroundings softly, he remembered that on the main challenge platform, he defeated Wang Yan and cut off his right arm holding the sword, and then he was stunned by the angry head of the Wang family, as for what happened after that, he didn't remember it at all.

At this moment, Mo Qingyu had a lot of questions in his heart, what was his current situation, and what happened after he fell into a coma?

Mo Qingyu thought about how big the consequences would be when he cut off Wang Yan's right arm with the sword, but he still did it.

His character is like a knife in his hand, he is indomitable, he will never compromise, and he would rather bend than bend.

Mo Qingyu believed that for the swordsman, cutting off his arm with a sword was definitely more painful than killing him.

Mo Qingyu did not directly kill Wang Yan on the stage, first, he was afraid that the head of the Wang family would be mad and directly killed him, and secondly, he wanted Wang Yan to live for a long time, so as to solve the resentment in his heart for many years.

Although he didn't know what his situation was at the moment, Mo Qingyu was open-minded now, without the slightest panic, and began to cultivate cross-legged.

After the battle with Wang Yan, Mo Qingyu felt that his cultivation at the peak of the mountain realm was a little loose, as long as he worked hard, he could suddenly reach the Hidden Realm.

At that time, his strength will be qualitatively improved.

Mo whispered subconsciously touched his neck, found that the space necklace was still there, and probed his consciousness into it, and the contents inside did not decrease.

In this unfamiliar environment, Mo Qingyu was not in a hurry to break through, but just warmed the Xuanhuang Mother Qi in his body, and closed his eyes to simulate the many mystical skills he had learned.

In the darkness, Mo Qingyu couldn't feel the passage of time, so he had to devote himself to cultivation and not think about it.

Being alone, in the dark without any sound for too long, is definitely a painful thing, and some people who are not strong-willed may even become insane.

In this silent dark enclosed space, Mo Qingyu gradually couldn't concentrate on cultivation, his spirit began to slacken, and he even couldn't control his emotions, becoming more and more agitated.

"Where is this!"

"Anyone?"

"Answer me, answer me!"

Mo whispered's mood gradually became irritable, and he wantonly attacked the space around him sarcastically, but to no avail, he gradually became exhausted, and sat down in the darkness.

"Am I going to die here?......"

Mo Qingyu's heart was filled with all negative conjectures, and the endless darkness made him unable to see any hope.

"Buzz..."

Suddenly, the fuzzy sword soul that had been silent in Mo Qingyu's dantian for a long time seemed to sense his death thoughts at this moment, blooming with a faint light and trembling slightly.

A stream of heat was generated from within the Blur Sword Soul and flowed within Mo Whisper's body, as well as his head.

"I... What happened just now?" Mo Qingyu regained his clarity in front of him, his mind was calm, and he muttered to himself.

"Is it you again? What are you..."Mo Qingyu looked inwardly at his body and found that the source of the warm current that made him clear was the fuzzy sword soul in the dantian.

The Fuzzy Blade Soul had already helped him invisibly many times, and there seemed to be nothing it couldn't do, and Mo Qingyu was even more curious about its origin.

Click... Cha...

Just as Mo Qingyu was thinking, a voice suddenly remembered that when Mo Qingyu was caught off guard, a bright beam of light shone into the dark enclosed space, making Mo Qingyu squint his eyes more hurriedly, and after being in the dark space for a long time, a strong light suddenly entered and made him feel extremely dazzling.

"Hehe... It seems that your state is much better than I expected. A powerful voice sounded in the direction from which the beam came from.

Mo whispered and slowly opened his eyes wide, and saw the appearance of the comer clearly, his figure was not tall but very tall, his facial features were upright, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised but not majestic.

When he saw the face of the person who came, Mo Qingyu was slightly shocked in his heart, this person turned out to be Ji Wuming, the sect leader of the Extreme Dao Sect, one of the most powerful people in the entire holy domain.

"How could he be here?" After seeing Ji Wuming, doubts rose in Mo Qingyu's heart.

Ji Wuming's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and he said, "You must be very confused about where this is, right?"

Mo Qingyu nodded immediately when he heard this, indeed, in his first reaction when he woke up, he was thinking about where he was.

"This is the Forbidden Room, located in the Law Enforcement Temple. Ji Wuming said slowly.

It turned out to be the secluded room that drove thousands of disciples crazy in the legend! Mo Qingyu was shocked when he heard this.

A long time ago, Mo Qingyu had heard the name of the Secret Forbidden Room, and I heard that the Secret Forbidden Room was designed for disciples who had violated serious sect rules, and it was one of the harshest punishments in the Law Enforcement Palace.

It does not punish the disciple's body, but the spirit.

Mo Qingyu has personally experienced life in the secluded room, there is no sunlight and no sound here, even a slight movement of the body will cause damage to his ears, if it were not for the help of the fuzzy sword soul, he would have collapsed at this moment, and there would be no chance to see Ji Wuming at all.

"You've been in the succuba room for a month. Looking at Mo Whisper, who had a beautiful face and clear eyes, Ji Wuming said with some surprise.

He was a little surprised by Mo Qingyu's willpower, he only looked a little sloppy on the outside, but his mind was still healthy, and he didn't seem to be affected by the seclusion room at all.

Mo Qingyu was a little stunned when he heard this, no wonder he couldn't control his mind, it turned out that he had been in the secluded room for a month.

Ordinary disciples could no longer stand it after three days in the confinement room, and after seven days, most of the disciples who walked out of the confinement room had gone crazy, compared to which his willpower was already very strong.

A month may pass quickly outside, but it is extremely difficult to endure inside.

If it weren't for the help of the fuzzy sword soul, Mo Qingyu really didn't dare to know how long he could hold on.

"You kid is reckless, just like your father was when he was younger. Ji Wuming opened his mouth to speak, his eyes showed a look of reminiscence, although his words seemed to be criticizing Mo Qingyu, but the gaze that looked at him did not have the slightest sense of blame.

Without waiting for Mo to answer in a whisper, Ji Wuming continued to speak: "Your father worshiped under the teacher's door in my home when I did, and we were as old as you at that time, and your father was like this at that time, daring to act, reckless, and casual. ”

Suddenly, Ji Wuming's words changed and he spoke: "But do you know, your father almost died after every impulsive move, and if it weren't for the teacher to protect him, he would have died seven or eight times." ”

Mo Qingyu smiled shyly when he heard this, he didn't know what to say, the father in his memory was not like this, he always acted reasonably, like a good old man, and never took the initiative to provoke others.

"You are the same this time, do you know that after you cut off Wang Yan's arm, Wang Fan was furious, if your master hadn't stopped him in time, you would have died by now. Ji Wuming spoke, blaming Mo for his recklessness.

Mo was silent, he didn't feel that he was wrong, Wang Yan could kill him, wouldn't he be allowed to fight back?

He believed that if he lost that battle, Wang Yan's methods against him would definitely be even more cruel.

"Child, the Wang family has a close relationship with my Extreme Dao Sect, and I can't be too partial to you, so I can only lock you in a secluded room for a month as a punishment to appease Wang Fanbei's anger. Ji Wuming looked at Mo Qingyu with some guilt in his eyes.

"It's okay, Sect Master, I'm not very good. Mo replied with a chuckle.

He understands Ji Wuming's situation, the other party is the head of a sect, with a high and powerful position, although it is beautiful, he needs to consider a lot and is subject to many restrictions.

He can't just decide things based on his own inner thoughts, he must take the interests of the sect as the foundation and consider the entire sect.

Hearing what Mo whispered, Ji Wuming showed a relieved smile and said, "Fortunately, you have not been mentally damaged in the seclusion room for a month, otherwise I would really feel ashamed to be an uncle." ”

"By the way, don't call me Sect Master in the future, I am your father's senior brother, you can call me Uncle Ming. Remembering what Mo Qingyu had called himself before, his eyes were blazing, and he said solemnly.

Mo Qingyu was silent for a moment when he heard this, then nodded and said, "Uncle Ming." ”

"Well, I'll tell you to whisper from now on. Ji Wuming was very happy to see Mo whispering to himself Uncle Ming, nodded with satisfaction, and spoke.

"Uncle Ming can call me whatever you want. Mo nodded softly and responded, the other party was his father's senior brother, and he was the current sect master of the Extreme Dao Sect, and he respected the other party from the bottom of his heart.

"I'll take you out of here first, your master is still waiting for you outside. Ji Wuming spoke, leaving the secluded room with Mo Whispering and coming to the outside of the Law Enforcement Palace.

As one of the forbidden places in the Extreme Dao Sect, the secluded room cannot be entered as the second elder of the Mu Dao Book Extreme Dao Sect.

Coming to the outside of the Law Enforcement Palace, Mu Daoshu was waiting at the door, with some worry and eagerness between his eyebrows, and when he saw Mo Qingyu and Ji Wuming who walked out of the Law Enforcement Palace, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly rushed to Mo Qingyu, looking at him to see if he had changed anything.

Seeing that Mo Qingyu was still radiant, Mu Daoshu was relieved after there was nothing unusual, and his eyebrows revealed joy.

"Godfather, I'm fine. Mo said with a smile, and made a few movements to show that he had nothing to do.

"It's okay, it's okay. Mu Daoshu smiled happily, he had always regarded Mo Qingyu as his son, and he was naturally happy to see that Mo Qingyu had no problems after staying in the secluded room for a month.

"I won't bother you two masters. Ji Wuming opened his mouth and turned around to leave.

As the Sect Master of the Extreme Dao Sect, he was busy with affairs and had a lot of things to deal with.

"Goodbye, Uncle Ming. Mo Qingyu knew it in his heart, did not stop him, and said goodbye to him.

Ji Wuming nodded, looked at Mu Daoshu, and said, "Don't forget to tell the whisper what will happen in seven days." ”

Mu Daoshu nodded when he heard this, Ji Wuming opened his mouth to say goodbye, his figure flashed, and disappeared without a trace.