"Ah haha, Wang Hao, do you think you still have a chance? I just came in yesterday and knew that the three major sects were about to destroy the Qianyuan Sect. Although I didn't go out for a day, the Qianyuan Sect will definitely be destroyed now. If you don't have a sect as a support, do you think you still have a chance to turn things around?"

"I am the daughter of the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Sect. I have a noble identity. I need to look up to you."

"Hmph! You are a poor man and kneel down and lick me obediently. I am happy. Maybe I will plead for you and let my father let you go. Unfortunately, if you don't want to toast, you will be punished. Then let me die. Seeing that I won't kill you today, I will not be Zhang Ziruo!"

Zhang Ziruo raised the whip in his hand again and kept whipping Wang Hao, making Wang Hao scream.

After taking ten breaths, Zhang Ziruo picked up a white bottle on the table, opened the bottle plug, and bursts of pungent sour smell came out.

"Next, let's play the 'wax' game, I promise you will make you ecstasy! Hahaha."

Zhang Ziruo walked to Wang Hao, and then prepared to drop the black liquid drops in the bottle on Wang Hao's bloody wound, trying to torture Wang Hao hard.

"Kill me, you can kill the soldiers but not be humiliated!"

Wang Hao closed his eyes tightly, his heart was already desperate, knowing that he would be tortured to death by this vicious woman like He Zudao later, so he closed his eyes and begged for death.

"I want to die? Then I can help you." Zhang Ziruo's eyes showed a trace of viciousness, and then he dripped the black liquid droplets in the bottle onto Wang Hao's wounds with his palm.

"ah!"

Seeing that this drop of "wax" was about to fall on Wang Hao's wound, a sudden change occurred.

Wang Hao waited for a few breaths and found that the drop of wax did not fall on his body. Instead, he heard a woman scream. So he opened his eyes in confusion and found that Zhang Ziruo was knocked away by a young man and threw it heavily to the ground.

"It's you, Mo Tian?"

When Wang Hao saw the figure of the boy, he seemed a little familiar. He saw the boy's white shirt, and the wind was blowing, making his clothes rush.

"Wang Hao, hurry up and take this spiritual healing pill." Mo Tian did not look at Zhang Ziruo who fell to the ground, and quickly took out a Nine-Turn Golden Sore Medicine with a trace of yellow spiritual liquid from his arms and asked Wang Hao to take it.

"Thank you, Mo Tian."

Wang Hao's body was extremely weak. After taking the Nine-Turn Gold Cultivation Medicine, his face turned pale and rosy, and then his face showed gratitude. Then, he thought of He Zudao's serious injury and death, so he hurriedly said to Mo Tian:

"Mo Tian, ​​do you still have such healing pills? Save He Zudao quickly, he is about to lose his way."

After hearing Wang Hao's words, Mo Tian was shocked. As soon as he came in, he heard Zhang Ziruo's vicious words and cruel means, so he quickly took action, injured Zhang Ziruo and saved Wang Hao, but did not look at the person on the iron bed next to him.

Now, following Wang Hao's realization, he saw the iron bed on the right, covered with sharp iron nails, and a young man's body was lying on it, with big holes pierced on his body, and blood flowed down a lot.

"What a good thing!"

Mo Tian first showed a look of shock on his face. I wonder why He Zudao appeared here? Didn’t He Zudao escape from the leader of the Ten Thousand Sect?

Then, anger appeared on his face. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ziruo was so vicious that he almost tortured He Zudao to death. If he had taken one step late, He Zudao would definitely die.

So he hurriedly carried He Zudao from the iron bed, leaned against the wall, fed He Zudao a nine-turn golden medicine and took it. At the same time, he inputted a trace of yellow spiritual liquid in his palm to cure He Zudao's serious injuries and expel poison.

After a few breaths, Mo Tian removed the toxins from He Zudao's body. At the same time, under the dual effects of medicine and spiritual fluid, He Zudao finally woke up and opened his eyes with confusion.

He thought to himself: Aren’t he dead? Why did he survive again? Moreover, he saw Mo Tian, ​​which was incredible.

"He Zudao, you are not dead, it's great!"

After taking the Nine-Turn Golden Cultivation Medicine, Wang Hao recovered quickly and was able to walk around at will. So he came to He Zudao and said in surprise.

"Ah, Mo Tian, ​​it's you. Do you dare to hurt me? My father, the leader of the Ten Thousand Sect, was worried that he would not find you to take revenge, but he didn't expect you to come to your door by yourself. This time, you will fall into the trap and you will definitely die!"

Zhang Ziruo had just stood up and showed anger on her face, and she wanted to torture the person who knocked her off to death.

She looked up and found that it was Mo Tian. So her face was first surprised, then became angry. Mo Tian dared to hurt her?

Didn’t Motian know that her father, the leader of the Wan Sect, is seeking revenge on him?

"Mo Tian, ​​please leave quickly. Take advantage of the three major sects that have not come back yet. Don't worry about us, leave here quickly."

After hearing Zhang Ziruo's words, Wang Hao's face changed and he realized that this is the dungeon of Ten Thousand Kingdom, which belongs to the base camp of Ten Thousand Sect. Mo Tian is a self-investigation.

He knew very well that the leader of the Ten Thousand Sect now hated Mo Tian so much that he wanted to remove Mo Tian from his teeth.

"Mo Tian, ​​go quickly. The three major sects are besieging Qianyuan Sect. They should have been destroyed now. You should leave quickly and don't worry about us. If you are later, it will be too late. When the people from the three major sects come back, it will be too late!"

He Zudao's face was still pale and anxious, and persuaded Mo Tiandao.

"Let's go, do you think he can leave?" Zhang Ziruo showed a look of sarcasm on her face, staring at Mo Tian, ​​and her early aura burst out from the seventh level of martial arts, and she slapped her palm at Mo Tian.

She thought to herself:

Although Mo Tian was in the ruins of the Emperor Killing, he won the first place in four consecutive levels and created one miracle after another, but so what?

After all, Mo Tian is still young. In such a short period of time, his cultivation must have not improved much and he is no match for her.

"The best martial arts: Thunderbolt clutches!"

As Zhang Ziruo used his martial arts with all his strength, Kong saw a powerful palm rubbing against the air and making crackling sounds, and a powerful wind thrust towards the Demon Sky.

"Mo Tian, ​​be careful!" Wang Hao saw that Zhang Ziruo's attack was so powerful, and quickly reminded Mo Tiandao.

"Mo Tian, ​​I wonder how much your strength has grown after you obtain the inheritance of the Killing Emperor?"

He Zudao was not worried about Mo Tian at all. In the ruins of the Emperor Killing, Mo Tian could defeat him in the early stage of the seventh level of martial arts.

Now, after Mo Tian has obtained the inheritance of the Killing Emperor, his strength will definitely skyrocket. Not to mention dealing with warriors in the early stage of the seventh level of martial arts, it is not impossible to deal with the early stage of the eighth level of martial arts. So he looked at Mo Tian with expectation on his face.

"You're dead this time!"
Chapter completed!