Lord Holy Sword is unreliable again.

A shattered green jade pendant fell from Mo Jie's body, forming a green shield that protected him, but it vanished in an instant.

what--!

Mo Jie let out a scream, but the sound stopped abruptly, like a broken bellows.

His back was almost split in two, and his twisted head was the most severely injured, with his skull split open and his two eyes slanted to the left and right. Wang Hong even saw white brain matter spurting out and splashing onto Huang Qianyu's wings, staining the blood-red wings with a layer of snow-white.

Wang Hong did not feel the slightest bit nauseous or uncomfortable; he only felt physically and mentally relaxed.

My tense body finally relaxed.

Mo Jie, a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator, was actually killed by him with a single sword strike using the power of the Holy Sword!

So, I'm that strong!

Huang Qianyu looked up at Mo Jie in a daze, and through the light shining through his body, she saw Wang Hong. Suddenly, she exclaimed in alarm, "Watch out! He's not dead yet!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hong was startled. The Holy Sword emitted a sharp light once more and suddenly slashed out horizontally. Another shattered blue jade tablet fell from his body. The blue protective shield had just been activated when it was pierced through by the Holy Sword.

Mo Jie's body was cleaved in two by the sword light, and his body crashed heavily against the wall, instantly shattering into pieces.

This guy has so many protective magical treasures?

Surely he'll die this time?

Huang Qianyu had no spiritual energy in his body, his meridians felt like they had been torn apart by a thousand knives, and he struggled and flapped his wings but could not get up.

Wang Hong rushed forward, intending to help her up, but didn't know where to begin. His heart trembled; damn it, this was a phoenix!

Her wings were severely injured, and the spiritual energy of the Wang Hong Holy Sword had been exhausted, making it unable to heal her.

"Don't worry about me, go and kill Mo Jie first!" Huang Qianyu's phoenix eyes were fixed on Mo Jie. She sensed the aura of the phoenix divine blood flowing in Mo Jie's body. He was using this divine power to recover his damaged body!

"What? He's still alive?" Wang Hong's mental energy was more focused than ever before, and he suddenly charged towards Mo Jie's mangled body.

Wang Hong gripped the holy sword tightly in his hand and slammed it fiercely at the mangled body, but it was as if he had struck an indestructible piece of black iron, producing a crisp clang.

What's going on? The holy sword can't break through his defenses?

Wang Hong cursed inwardly, thinking how useless the Holy Sword was without its energy.

Mo Jie's body was rapidly reassembling; the blood and brain matter that had been ejected were even flowing back, and in the blink of an eye, he had taken on a human form.

What to do? What to do now? Wang Hong was extremely anxious, but he couldn't think of a solution. Most of the demonic beasts here had damaged cultivation and had no spiritual energy left in their bodies... Should he go and gamble next to the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox?

Suddenly, Wang Hong recalled the conversation between Mo Jie and Wang Hong earlier, "Your Highness Mo, I heard that Lord Lu Feng has captured another rare species!"

Yes! This rare species must be some kind of divine beast, and it definitely hasn't had its spiritual energy absorbed! This room has already been scanned before, so it must not be here. There might be a third room.

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox—he turns a blind eye to the suffering of his own people right under his nose. Rather than gambling that the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox in its deep hibernation will save him, he should go and see what kind of rare species it is!

Thinking of this, Wang Hong picked up Mo Jie's only remaining leg, activated the Holy Sword to scan with all his might, and rushed into the depths.

Huang Qianyu looked at the man's back, her heart filled with complex emotions.

Although she knew he was in dire straits, she still felt a pang of loss. With that man gone, she might never have another chance to leave...

A faint fragrance wafted over, startling Wang Hong, who stared at the door in disbelief.

What's the deal with the aroma inside?

Even the Holy Sword couldn't penetrate it for scanning. Looking back, Mo Jie was almost fully recovered. Wang Hong could see the cruel smile on his face. This guy was a madman. If he fell into his hands, life would be worse than death!

Without further hesitation, Wang Hong kicked open the door and rushed inside.

What I see before me is truly like a poem or a painting!

The bright room was fully furnished with all kinds of furniture and decorations. The sound of flowing water could be heard from his ears. If it weren't for the faint smell of blood behind the door, Wang Hong would have even suspected that he had been teleported away again.

"Cloud Shadow?"

The two pairs of eyes met, but conveyed completely different messages.

Wang Hong immediately activated his holy sword to scan the aura of the cloud shadow.

[Biometric Scan: Name: Yunying, Age: 36]

[Race Bloodline: Thunder Cloud Leopard; Cultivation: Mid-Foundation Establishment; Combat Power Rating: Peak Foundation Establishment]

[Forbidden technique detected—Spirit Locking Technique: Can prevent the flow of all spiritual energy within a living being.]

[A restriction has been detected—Earth Binding Array: This array can prevent all movement of creatures within its area.]

Upon seeing this, Wang Hong was overjoyed. Yun Ying's cultivation was indeed still intact, but she was under a restriction. What should he do?

Hearing hurried footsteps behind him, Wang Hong quickly revealed his true face and then vanished just as quickly.

He said to Yunying, whose face was full of vigilance, "The person who brought you here is here. We have to find a way to kill him, believe me! I just saw Huang San!"

The illusory image of Huang San and Wang Hong confiding in each other like brothers was projected out, and Yun Ying was shocked. Was he really the man in the meteorite?

What happened to Huang San again, and why did he end up with him?

boom!

The door was suddenly flung open, and Mo Jie hopped in on one leg.

On his somber face, specks of blood still lingered.

[Biometric Scan: Name: Mo Jie, Age: 167]

[Race and Bloodline: Unknown; Cultivation Level: Peak Foundation Establishment; Combat Power Rating: Mid-Foundation Establishment]

Mo Jie stared intently at Wang Hong, his expression filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

Shi Nutian?

But he sensed that Shi Nutian's aura was very strange, and why was there no spiritual energy fluctuation in this person's body?

It's definitely not Shi Nutian. Shi Nutian should be guarding Lu Qingyuan! Now someone has impersonated him and come to Xiaoyao Pavilion, which is a forbidden area within a forbidden area!

Mo Jie's mind raced. This man's sword had almost cleaved him in two. If he hadn't already absorbed the phoenix's bloodline, he would have been dead!

Unfortunately, he didn't absorb enough Phoenix God blood, which only allowed him to recover to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

But since this person couldn't kill him even when he was seriously injured, it's clear that he only relied on external means and his own strength must be weak!

Mo Jie pressed down with his right hand, and Wang Hong's body trembled, and he couldn't help but kneel down.

Wang Hong cursed inwardly, "Go to hell! I'd rather lie down than kneel!"

Looking at Wang Hong lying on the ground unable to move, Mo Jie finally smiled. Just as expected!

Thinking about how he had almost been killed by this kid, Mo Jie revealed a perverted and cruel smile. If the entire Xiaoyao Pavilion hadn't been mobilized to capture this damn extraterrestrial visitor, he wouldn't have been ambushed by this person!

This man must not die; we must pry open his mouth and see what he knows!

Seeing the leg that Wang Hong was tightly hugging, Mo Jie's anger intensified. "How dare you!"

"Boy, are you going to obediently speak up, or wait until I've exhausted all the countless ingenious ideas in my mind before using the Soul Devouring Technique to devour your thoughts?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hong was startled and hurriedly inquired in his mind whether the matter of the Soul Devouring Technique absorbing thoughts was true or false.

The Holy Sword did not respond.

Wang Hong sighed helplessly. He couldn't carry it, he really couldn't. This stupid Holy Sword... sigh...

[Blocked data is being urgently unblocked...]

Ten thousand years ago, the Soul Devouring Technique did not have the ability to devour a cultivator's thoughts.

"Hmph!" Mo Jie revealed a cruel and perverse smile. With a wave of his right hand, a strangely shaped object flew out of the drawer next to Yun Ying.

Upon seeing this, Wang Hong's expression changed drastically: "No! Brother Jie, no!"

"I said, my name is Wang Hong, and I'm male..."

"Too late! I'm a doer! Hahahaha!"

Mo Jie turned to look at Yun Ying, not having time to be shocked by the beauty of the gift Lu Feng had sent. With a wave of his hand, Wang Hong's clothes were all removed and placed on a huge long table next to Yun Ying. Yun Ying turned her head away in shame and indignation.

Then he opened his mouth and spat out large amounts of blood mixed with saliva onto the strange object in his hand.

Mo Jie's treasure suddenly enlarged, enveloping Wang Hong's entire body. Wang Hong felt as if all the cells in his body were sealed off, losing all perception of the outside world.

The wet, disgusting touch, mixed with the foul smell of blood, made his body feel as if it had fallen into an abyss, swallowed by boundless darkness.

Countless years passed, and Wang Hong suddenly felt his head lighten. A beam of light, like a divine emperor manifesting, dispelled the boundless darkness, illuminated his body, and pulled him out of the darkness.

The long-lost feeling of suffocation returned, and Wang Hong couldn't open his eyes. He could only open his mouth wide and greedily breathe in the fresh air, but he kept gagging.

As his senses gradually returned, his skin felt as if it had been bitten by a thousand insects, and his meridians felt as if they had been torn apart by nine oxen thousands of times. The body that the Holy Sword had painstakingly nourished was now broken inside and out, with flesh turned inside out and bone almost exposed in some places.

Although the slippery sensation had disappeared, the residual liquid still burned and stung the wounds on his body, making Wang Hong wish he could die quickly and no longer suffer this torment that was worse than death.

Suddenly, his face was covered by a damp cloth again, and Wang Hong suffocated instantly. Only then did his mind come to its senses that this bastard had subjected him to water torture!

The physical pain and the suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe overwhelmed Wang Hong's consciousness, and he finally passed out as he had wished.

It felt as if we had traversed infinite time and infinite space.

Wang Hong's eyes snapped open, revealing a terrifying scene he would never forget—Mo Jie's gaping maw was continuously supplying him with the fresh air he had never breathed.

"Ugh~" Even though Yunying sympathized with Wang Hong's plight, she couldn't help but vomit at this moment, feeling as if she had vomited up her own bile.

Mo Jie looked at Yun Ying with admiration. Damn it, how come he didn't think of that! This girl is the real pioneer of the punishment world!

Wang Hong watched in fear as Mo Jie waved his large hand, and the vomit from Yun Ying flew towards him.