IRDWTSTML [QUICKWEAR] (Edited)

12:2

But what Mu Xingchen did not expect was that this group of demon cultivators were not in a hurry to hand him over to the Demon Lord Gu Chonglan. His spiritual power was sealed with a soul-forbidden lock, and he was blindfolded and thrown into a freezing cold dungeon. Without spiritual energy to protect his body, the cold air in the dungeon continuously drilled into various parts of his body, and there was also a trace of demonic energy mixed in it.

"Sir, do you want to use torture?"

"Back off, I'll do it myself." Wumian stared expressionlessly at Mu Xingchen, who was trapped by the Forbidden Soul Lock but still had his back straight, and sneered silently, "I want to see how long you can hold on."

After saying that, Wumian sat down directly on the ground. His injuries were quite serious. Although he had taken healing pills on the way back and his injuries seemed to have healed a lot, in fact, there was still a terrible sword energy remaining in the entire wound. The damn sword energy was still running around his wound.

If the sword energy from the wound is not cleared away in time, he will be tortured to death sooner or later.

It is said that Xiaoyao Sect represents all the famous and upright sects in the world. Haha, the methods of this kid from Xiaoyao Sect are not that bright either.

Although he couldn't see with his eyes, his other senses were infinitely enhanced. Mu Xingchen tilted his head towards the forbidden spirit lock that pierced his shoulder blade, and could clearly feel the piercingly cold demonic energy drilling into his bones, but... those demonic energies were often blocked outside by an invisible force when they approached the heart.

Is there something in my heart?

Mu Xingchen lowered his head slightly, subconsciously wanting to look inside his heart to see if there was anything wrong with it, but when he lowered his head he remembered that he was locked in the Soul Forbidden Lock. He frowned and had to temporarily give up the idea of checking his heart for anything wrong.

For the next four hours, there was no other sound in the dungeon except the sound of Wumian healing his wounds. Several demon cultivators standing guard nearby looked at Mu Xingchen, who had maintained the same posture since he was locked up, and exchanged playful glances with each other.

These famous and upright people were quite brave when they were first captured, but not one of them could hold out for more than three days. What's more, this time Lord Wumian has to do it himself, and I'm afraid this person won't be able to hold out for even an hour.

Tsk tsk tsk, I’m afraid that by then I won’t even have the chance to beg for mercy.

Time passed slowly, and a whole night had passed, but Wumian was still unable to completely eliminate the sword energy that was wandering in his bones and blood. He didn't know how that damn sword energy was hidden. Every time he thought he had completely eliminated the sword energy, the damn sword energy would emerge again and attack the wounds that had just been repaired, leaving them bloody and mangled.

This happens over and over again.

Wumian opened his eyes and slapped the dungeon with one palm.

There was a loud 'bang' and the iron chain creaked under the heavy weight, but even though he was extremely angry, Wumian still did not forget to hand Mu Xingchen over to the Demon Lord. This palm did not threaten Mu Xingchen's life, but without the protection of spiritual energy, the bones in Mu Xingchen's body broke and pierced into his internal organs.

"I underestimated you." Wumian said this with gritted teeth, then stood up and quickly left the dungeon.

Having witnessed the repeated healing process of Wumian, several demon cultivators looked at Mu Xingchen, whose mouth was covered in blood, with strange eyes and whispered, "How could this guy make Master Wumian helpless?"