Beast City, Dongcheng District.

In a guest room on the second floor of a very luxuriously decorated restaurant, an old man sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes slightly closed.

"Poof!" At a certain moment, the old man's eyes suddenly opened, his pale face suddenly turned red, and he opened his mouth to spew out a stream of red blood.

"Ye-Yun! The old man must cut you with a thousand knives, so that you can taste all the pain in the world and die!" After spurting out a mouthful of blood, the old man's fists were suddenly clenched, his pale face was covered with an incomparably hideous color, and a deeply suppressed and endless angry roar came out of his throat.

This old man is a torturer.

After Han Chen entered the 100,000 Great Mountain, he weighed it again and again, but he gave up continuing the pursuit, and then turned back to the beast city.

When chasing and killing Han Chen, he was forced by Han Chen's endless means to consume several sword fetal vitality, and the loss of sword fetal vitality directly made him enter a weak state, and his strength dropped by several stars because of this.

Therefore, the first thing after returning to the beast city, Xing Li directly found a restaurant and began to retreat and cultivate, hoping to make up for the sword fetal vitality consumed in the dantian.

The sword fetal vitality is made from the true element in the body, and it can only be condensed after a long period of tempering, and how can it be made up so easily.

The punishment is such a hasty approach. It is destined to be impossible.

And the previous scene has already explained the result.

After venting for a while, Xing Li calmed down slightly, but his face was still gloomy and terrifying, and at this time, he already hated Han Chen to the extreme.

Previously, he took the Wupin Pill in an attempt to forcibly absorb the medicinal power in order to restore the sword fetal vitality consumed, but he failed.

For this reason, he not only lost the vitality of the sword fetus. There are only a few five-grade pills. It was also consumed, and even under the uncontrollable medicinal power, there were some injuries in the body.

Loss of pills, injuries in the body. For the torturers. You can not care. But only this sword fetal vitality, the punishment is extremely important.

The strength of the strong man of the Sword King depends on the strength of the vitality of the sword fetus. and whether it is pure or not. Now that this sword fetus vitality cannot be recovered, it means that in the next year, his strength will drop by several stars, and he will only have the strength of a one-star Sword King Realm.

This is naturally unacceptable to the punishment, but if you don't accept it, you have to accept it, and this is already the case, and there is no way to change it.

Although he had already vented, but when he thought that he had suffered such a big loss in the hands of a kid with the strength of a mere sword soldier realm, he couldn't help but feel a burst of anger in his heart, and with a 'bang', he slapped his palm directly on the bed, and with the sound of banging, the bed under him fell apart in an instant under his majestic palm.

Floating to the floor, after smashing the bed with one palm, Xing Li finally calmed down, poured himself a cup of hot tea, but did not drink it, turned his palm over, and saw a communication sword appeared in his hand.

Looking down at the communication sword in his hand, his brows tightened, his eyes flickered, and he didn't move for a long time.

After discovering that the soul aura belonging to Mu Mad in the transmission sword Yu had dissipated, he rushed back to the beast city directly, and after getting Han Chen's whereabouts from the Iron Sword Sect, he rushed to the 100,000 Great Mountain. And after returning from the 100,000 Great Mountain, he was in a hurry to recover the vitality of the sword fetus, and directly entered the retreat cultivation, so that until now, he has not had time to transmit the news back to Wanbing Zhai.

Mu Mad is dead, the sixth-order demon core tracking is fruitless, no matter whether the arrest is successful or not, Xing Li should convey the news back to Wan Bingzhai as soon as possible.

And it was this incident that bothered him at this time.

Mu Lun is Mu Lu's only son, for this Mu Mad, Mu Lun can be said to be extremely favored, and at this time, if he learns the news of his death, with Mu Lu's ruthless style, with his cultivation in the Sword King Realm, the latter may not kill himself, but a punishment is definitely essential.

And that's exactly what Xing Li is worried about.

At this time, his sword fetal vitality was depleted, and his strength was only comparable to that of a one-star sword king, and now all he needed to do was to heal his injuries and cultivate quietly. But now if he is punished again at this time, he is likely to be injured and injured, and may even cause his strength to decline again, and he will directly fall from the realm of the Sword King and return to the realm of the Sword Spirit.

And at that time, if he wants to return to his peak state, it will not be solved by a year's retreat.

If it is more serious, directly abolish his limbs, then he is really finished, without limbs, no matter how strong his strength is, it is a cruel punishment than death.

As an elder of Wanbing Zhai, Xing Li naturally knows Mu Li very well, the latter is already cruel and ruthless, and under the pain of losing his son, the latter may become even more crazy, in this case, even if Xing Li has the identity of an elder and the strength of the Sword King Realm, he does not dare to guarantee what kind of decision the latter will make to him.

His fingers rubbed back and forth on the communication sword, feeling its cold and warm feeling, and his brows furrowed tightly, and he didn't make a decision for a long time.

Some people may say that the situation has reached such a point, why don't you just leave Wanbing Zhai and join another sect.

Indeed, with the strength of the Sword King Realm, if it is really thrown elsewhere, I believe that there is no sect that is not welcome.

It's not that he didn't think about this idea, but as soon as this thought came to mind, he directly denied it.

If he really acts like this, it will be tantamount to betraying the sect, no matter what the reason is, he will be branded as disloyal and unjust, and those who are so disloyal and unrighteous will definitely not accept it.

And although those Jiupin sects may not care about these, they will definitely not accept them.

Although Wan Bing Zhai's strength is not comparable to those eight-rank sects, its strength has already stood at the forefront of the nine-grade sects, and there are few nine-grade sects that can compete with it, and Wan Bingzhai is in the weapons business.

Cultivators, who wouldn't buy a weapon that they could take advantage of.

In the Purple Cloud Domain, there are countless nine-rank sects that have business dealings with Wan Bing Zhai, and even among those eight-rank sects, there are many who maintain a good business relationship with Wan Bing Zhai.

With these relationships, it can be said unceremoniously that even if there is no Sword Emperor powerhouse in Wanbing Zhai, the strength of its sect is no worse than those eight-rank sects.

Under such circumstances, the idea of leaving Wanbing Zhai and going elsewhere is simply possible.

Looking down at the communication sword in his hand, he hesitated in his heart, if he caught Han Chen this time, it would be okay to say, but the key thing is that not only did he not catch the other party, but even the sixth-order demon core did not capture it.

With such no achievements, he could almost imagine how angry Mu Lu would be.

Airplanes!

Just when Xing Li hesitated, a faint fluctuation came out from the communication sword in his hand, feeling this strange fluctuation, Xing Li's complexion suddenly changed, and he stared at it, and sure enough, he saw that next to the golden little sword, a pitch-black soul aura was like a spiritual snake, surrounding the golden little sword, swimming rapidly.

Xing Li's eyes flickered rapidly, and finally gritted his teeth, his heart poked out, and the black soul aura in the transmission sword in his hand surged up.

After his mind came into contact with the surging soul breath, a strange feeling came to his mind.

But the next moment, a cold, emotionless voice sounded in his head.

"Torture, where is my son Mu Mad now!" (To be continued......)