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"Okay, leave her alone. Immediately reply to the Demon Sect and discuss the specific matters of joining forces, let's fight. ”

Just when everyone was thinking in their hearts, Feng Lanshan's tough voice suddenly came from above.

Especially the last two words, it seems to be able to capture people's hearts and souls, so that the center of the crowd has no reason to give birth to a monstrous war intent.

Hearing this, the elders of the Feng family present looked shocked.

"Okay, I'll arrange it first."

After speaking, they got up and left the hall quickly.

……

At this time, somewhere in the Feng family, it resembles an underground dungeon.

A slender figure in a Taoist robe was on a high platform, with his hands stretched out and his legs together, and his body was wrapped back and forth by a rope dozens of times, fixed on a cross.

Through this person's messy and scattered hair, you can see a haggard and handsome face, and this person is naturally Dongfang Mo.

Now his head was bowed, and his wide robe was stained with blood, all of which were like whip marks.

And two feet in front of him, a black dragon chair was placed. On the armrests of the dragon chair, the two lifelike dragon heads looked hideous, and two black miasma with a corrosive aura came out of their mouths, making the place full of a disgusting taste.

An old man who was only three feet tall, with an exaggerated hump behind him, and a sallow face, was half-squatting on the dragon chair.

The old man was dressed in rags, and his hair was as messy as straw. It is worth noting that he also holds a three-zhang long whip in his hand. At this time, he looked at Dongfang Mo with a smile, but that smile gave people an eerie feeling.

"Tut-tut, a little backbone, much stronger than some Infant Transformation Realm cultivators, and they can last for a month." At this time, the old man looked at Dongfang Mo and said.

After hearing this person's words, Dongfang Mo still drooped his head, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Whew!"

In the next moment, I heard a sound tearing through the air, followed by a crisp sound of "pop".

At the position of Dongfang Mo's chest, the already broken Dao robe was directly torn. And on his chest, a wound that had been rolled open by flesh emerged, and the wound made a corroded sound, and the blood also bubbled out, flowing on the ground, staining a large pool of dried black blood a little red again.

Dongfang Mo's originally death-like expression, under this whip, instantly clenched his teeth, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and his face revealed a trace of hideous pain.

But he couldn't hold back and didn't scream, and after more than ten breaths, his pain began to gradually weaken as the sound of the wound being corroded became smaller, and his tense hands and feet slowly relaxed.

"You don't say it."

Seeing that Dongfang Mo had endured this whip, he lowered his head again, and then there was no movement, and the wind camel said with a grim expression.

For his words, Dongfang Mo had never heard of it, and he was still indifferent.

"Woohoo ......"

At this point, another sound of tearing through the air sounded.

"Smack!"

Dongfang Mo had another bloody wound on his arm.

Immediately after a crisp sound, the long whip in the hand of the wind camel was waved into an afterimage that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and there were dozens or hundreds of whip marks on Dongfang Mo's body.

Blood trickled down his legs and fell to the ground.

"Ahh

That kind of intense pain made Dongfang Mo's throat finally let out a beast-like roar.

The wind camel took a stick of incense for him for a long time, and then stopped.

Dongfang Mo's body trembled, and his Dao robe was already soaked with blood, and it was all stuck to his body.

"Hey, hey, what's that like?"

The wind camel played with the handle of the long whip, looked at Dongfang Mo's miserable appearance, and smiled.

Hearing his words, Dongfang Mo seemed to be numb, and he was about to continue to lower his head.

Seeing this, the wind camel jumped down from the dragon chair, walked forward slowly, and along the way, took out a red-hot soldering iron from a pile of burning stoves on his side, and went straight to Dongfang Mo, and then pressed the soldering iron on Dongfang Mo's side face without thinking about it.

"Whoa!"

Dongfang Mo's flesh was burned by the red-hot soldering iron, and there was a loud sound.

Then he raised his head sharply, and opened his mouth but could not make any sound, and the pain could not be described in words.

It wasn't until the red soldering iron returned to black again that the wind camel took it off Dongfang Mo's face.

At this time, Dongfang Mo's handsome side face had become blurred and scorched, and it was faintly visible that there was a word "wind" on his face, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

Feng Huozi put the soldering iron in the stove, and then with a "bang", with a crumpled palm, he grabbed Dongfang Mo's neck, raised his head, and said with a smile:

"If it weren't for Feng Xiao's words from that old thing, Lao Tzu would have drawn out some soul oil from your soul a long time ago. But don't be too happy, he told me not to kill you, but he didn't say I couldn't cripple you. ”

"Lao Tzu wants to kill you is no different from pinching a worm to death, the stubborn Lao Tzu has seen a lot, but no one can be stubborn for a month in my hands. If you don't say it, I promise to break your dantian, crush the elixir you worked so hard to condense, and make you a waste person even if you live in this life. ”

After speaking, the palm of the wind camel's hand grabbing his neck slowly moved down, and from his chest, it was about to slide to the position of his dantian.

After hearing his words, Dongfang Mo finally opened his blood-red eyes, looking at the wind camel that was close at hand, and two murderous intent burst out from his eyes. Under this killing force, the blood in his body suddenly accelerated, faintly emitting a scorching temperature.

Since the last time he was captured by Feng Xiaoli and fell into this unknown dungeon, he has endured all kinds of torture unimaginable to ordinary people at the hands of this infant realm monk called Wind Camel, and this month's pain has made him unforgettable.

But he was bound by a rope of unknown material, and he was never able to mobilize a trace of mana, and the power of his body could not be mobilized, so he couldn't help but be helpless.

"As long as the old man moves his fingers, you can make decades of hard work in vain. You only have this one chance, say it, or don't say it. ”

The wind camel's index finger and middle finger paused at the position of his dantian, and then looked at his eyes with his eyes and asked.

"As long as Xiaodao doesn't die, I will extract your divine soul and refine it into a demon soul, and then use your body to feed the insects, and I will do it. Hahahaha......"

Dongfang Mo's white teeth were full of red blood, and the words seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth. With that, he threw his head back and let out a wild laugh, without a hint of submission.

"Poof!"

But in the next moment, his smile froze, and the two fingers of the wind camel had already submerged, and tore open his dantian, pinching his white elixir quickly and accurately.

"I'm waiting for that day."

The wind camel grinned, and then squeezed his index and middle fingers hard.

Listening to the soft sound of the "wave", an extremely rich spiritual power, centered on Dongfang Mo, rolled towards the surroundings, and in an instant, the dungeon with a corrosive aura was full, and these were the mana stored in his elixir.

"Ahh

Dongfang Mo couldn't hold it back any longer, and let out a roar of extreme pain. His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of extreme unwillingness.

He remembered that when he was still a storyteller, he fell into the bottomless stream and stepped into cultivation.

remembered the scene in Taiyi Dao Palace for the spirit stone, deceiving the senior brother and sister.

I remembered the scene of a thrilling battle for treasures in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land Realm.

remembered the scene of living in the land of the blood clan.

remembered the scene of breaking through to the foundation on the Bone Mountain.

I also remembered the scene when I was forced to the Eastern Regions by more than a dozen Infant Transformation Realm monks such as Bu Zhenren.

Remembered, blah, blah...... Scene after scene.

Only he knows how many dangers and hardships he has experienced to get to where he is today.

But these decades of penance, under the pinch of the wind camel, all came to naught. His newly formed elixir was crushed by the Wind Camel, and from then on, he was afraid that he would become a waste person, as the Wind Camel said.

Thinking of this, the blood that emitted a scorching temperature in his body flowed in a rolling stream, and the power of the bloodline that had been silent for many years suddenly exploded.

Not only that, the ink-colored gossamer in his spiritual root exploded with a "bang", dyeing his entire spiritual root into ink. Forced to this point, his spiritual root also mutated in an instant.

"Buzz!"

In just an instant, the aura that overflowed around him seemed to be pulled and swept towards him, submerging into his body.

Seeing this sudden scene, even with the well-informed view of the wind camel, he couldn't help but be stunned, and in shock, his figure blossomed, and he withdrew back to the dragon chair.

Only then did he realize that the spiritual power around him had formed a huge whirlpool, all of which were submerged towards Dongfang Mo.

At the same time, many wounds on Dongfang Mo's body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, including the imprint on his face that was burned by the soldering iron, and the broken dantian, which recovered as usual after only more than ten breaths.

"It's ......"

And when he saw that Dongfang Mo had healed his injuries, all his spiritual power continued to move towards his dantian, and a trace of doubt suddenly appeared in the eyes of the wind camel.

It was only a moment before he exclaimed.

"Ning Dan!"

He was shocked to find that Dongfang Mo was actually breaking through the Ning Dan Realm at this time, and wanted to condense the Dan again in the Dantian.

This scene, he has never seen before, and even heard of it.

As we all know, if a Ning Dan Realm monk crushes the Ning Dan in his body, especially if the dantian is broken, then he is equivalent to having no mana, and he will not be able to absorb the aura, which is inferior to a Qi refining period monk.

But Dongfang Mo's dantian was broken at this time, the spirit pill was destroyed, and he could still continue to absorb the spiritual power around him, how could he not be shocked.

Dongfang Mo is still bound to the cross, and his previous elixir was broken, and the overflowing mana was sucked dry by him in the blink of an eye, and the thin aura around him continued to diffuse towards him, submerging into his body.

As soon as the wind camel's strong divine sense swept away, he found a radius of five thousand zhang...... 6,000 zhang ...... Then there was a 10,000-zhang aura, forming a whirlpool that swept into his body.

"It's still a elixir!"

He found that Dongfang Mo had attracted a thousand feet of spiritual energy, and this time it was still a spiritual elixir.

"That's not right!"

However, immediately after, his expression changed suddenly, because the aura that was ten thousand feet away had begun to vibrate, and then continued to diffuse.

"Xuandan!"

If this continues, Dongfang Mo will inevitably attract a radius of 30,000 zhang of aura, then he will condense into a Xuandan.

Xuandan, there are not more than ten people in the entire Eastern Regions, and he is definitely a genius among geniuses.

And what he couldn't imagine was that other people, including himself, when they broke through the Ning Dan Realm, they would absorb the aura for several days, and constantly consolidate and tamp the "Dan" in the dantian, so as to make their mana more powerful in the future.

Dongfang Mo was very different, the speed at which he absorbed the aura was too fast, it could be called terrifying. Just a stick of incense is less, and it has attracted nearly 20,000 zhang of aura, and there is a tendency to go towards 30,000 zhang.

The wind camel watched the tea in amazement, and he found that the whirlpool in the Dongfang Mo Dantian had begun to condense, and a trace of silver and white color appeared from time to time.

Looking at Dongfang Mo with his eyes closed, Feng Huozi's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a faint smile.

I saw him standing on the dragon chair, his fingers stretched out and kept pinching, and at a certain moment, he pointed at Dongfang Mo.

Suddenly, a circular air shield suddenly appeared, enveloping Dongfang Mo in it, blocking all the spiritual energy that was surging in.

Dongfang Mo was originally like a glutton, greedily absorbing and refining the aura around him, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that all the aura was gone.

"Huh!"

Almost subconsciously, he opened his eyes and looked at the wind camel with his eyes like lightning.

"If you tell the secret of the big devil, the old man will immediately remove this ban, and I swear to help you help you step into the Xuandan safely."

Hearing this, the murderous intent in Dongfang Mo's eyes could no longer be contained, this person's approach and the grudge he formed with him were comparable to the hatred of the dead clan, and they would not share the sky in this life.

However, immediately after that, his expression moved, and he felt that the shriveled lotus in the dantian, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly trembled.