Now, it’s time for you to taste the feeling of being sucked away from your power and being both physically and mentally painful. Of course, you should be glad that only your gods have that kind of soul-devouring prison. Even if I spent ten thousand years, I just built a spirit-devouring prison for you. The pain here is not as good as the pain of the soul-devouring prison!”

Soul-Devouring Prison?

Ye Xiyue heard Cang Mo mention that there was a soul-devouring needle in Huang Junye's body. Is it almost the same?

Yan Jing raised her eyes with cold eyebrows and a cold light radiated from the palm of her palm, bounced into Ye Xiyue's body. Her body hit the black cage. When she touched the cage, her spiritual energy immediately dissipated.

Ye Xiyue could even feel the loss of power in her body...

As a wisp of black gas penetrated her body, the feeling of being gnawed like thousands of insects made her scalp numb.

"Month Emperor, just enjoy it here. The longer you stay in it, the more painful you will suffer. I want to see how the dignified Moon Emperor kneels down and begs me!"

"Yan Jing, although you are the wet nurse of the Demon Emperor, you are not qualified to take back everything I owe him from me on behalf of the Demon Emperor. This is a matter between me and him, and no one is qualified to intervene! Including you."

"You could have stood up and not fought back just now, and now you want to go back on your word?"

"The reason why I stood and asked your subordinates to stab me in the Eight Swords is not because I was afraid of you, nor because I agreed to you to collect debts from me on behalf of the Demon Emperor, but... I was willing to repay it to him, but now, you keep saying that you want to collect debts for the Demon Emperor, and you torture me, dare you say it's not for your selfishness?"

"Private? What kind of selfishness do I have?"

"You hate me."

"I hate you because you killed the Demon Emperor! If you didn't kill the Demon Emperor, I wouldn't torture you."

"No, if I hadn't killed the Demon King, you wouldn't have let me go."

The Yan Jing seemed to have seen through her mind.

Ye Xiyue leaned against the black cage, the spiritual energy on her body was dissipating, and the pain intensified. Her face faded inch by inch, but she curled her lips and smiled, "I really thought at first that you hated me because I killed the Demon King, but I showed up..."

"What are you showing?" Yan Jing narrowed her eyes.

"You are just using the excuse that I killed the Demon King, so you have a legitimate reason to torture me."

"You're talking nonsense!"

"When you look at me, do you know what your eyes are?"

Yan Jing clenched her fists.

"Jealousy, I see deep jealousy in your eyes, you are jealous of the Moon Emperor." She explained this fact plainly.

"I'll kill you!" Yan Jing's palm turned into a blade, and 'hiss!' stabbed Ye Xiyue in the chest. Ye Xiyue coughed a few times and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. She lay on the ground, her smile on the corner of her lips remained unabashed, "Yan Jing, you are so angry that you are embarrassed."

"Damn it!" Yan Jing grabbed five fingers and suddenly sucked her in front of her. Her front was against a black cage, and Ye Xiyue's face became increasingly ugly.

Through the black cage, Yan Jing approached Ye Xiyue step by step. A dagger suddenly formed in her hand and pressed against her delicate and tender face.

"Month Emperor, is it painful?"

"hehe."

"I'm still laughing now?"

"Yan Jing, you dare not kill me."

Yan Jing turned the dagger on her face, "Do you think I really don't dare to kill you?"

"Do you dare?"

Yan Jing tightened the dagger.

Ye Xiyue is right! She dare not kill her.

"I'm jealous of you, what's there to be that I'm jealous of you?"
Chapter completed!