"Wen Ziming, are you still unwilling to give in?" Ye Xinyu smiled lightly, her smile was very charming.
But when Xie Hongyan saw her charming smile, she couldn't help but tremble in her heart and subconsciously took a few steps back, because she knew that the more charming the woman in front of her smiled, the more ruthless her tactics.
"No, even though the Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation almost stripped his flesh and bones, he still didn't let go." Xie Hongyan shook her head and said, "I think you should just kill him."
As a fellow disciple, Xie Hongyan really couldn't bear to see Wen Ziming suffer.
Wen Ziming is also one of the top ten cultivators, ranking seventh. He has a superb swordsmanship and is enlightened in the swordsmanship. Ten years ago, he created the original 'Mortal Sword Domain' whose strength is much higher than his level.
He originally went out a long time ago to monitor Ye Xinyu, because even though Old Man Tianming was in seclusion, he felt that Ye Xinyu was a little out of control, but he did not expect to be trapped by Ye Xinyu in the eight-door golden lock formation.
Even though he used his Mortal Sword Domain to form a realm of his own, the Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation was an ancient and strange formation. After a month or so, Wen Ziming already felt vaguely unable to hold on.
"Killing him is easy, but if I kill him, everything I have done before will be meaningless." Ye Xinyu smiled faintly, stood up and said, "Then let's go see him now."
To the north of Shengjing, dozens of miles away, there is a blessed land deep in the mountains.
It is said to be a blessed place, but this place has a pleasant aura and few people. In a cave, a man stood on a platform.
In front of the platform was an abyss, and he closed his eyes and thought hard, as if he was thinking hard about something.
At this time, the rising sun was rising, and he was standing on the top of the clouds. The rays of light shone out and fell on his forehead.
It wasn't until the glow fell that he slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
After this night of hard support, I finally got through the clouds again. The eight-door golden lock array is the strongest at night, and everything is extinguished at night. The golden lock array absorbs the breath of the night, so it is endless, like thunder pressing down on the body.
.
During the day, after the first ray of sunlight between heaven and earth shone down, the breath of night gradually faded away, which reduced his pressure by half.
And this man is none other than Wen Ziming. He looks gentle and elegant, and his grace has not diminished even after being trapped in the Golden Lock Formation for many days.
A ray of light surged around him, but he had withdrawn from the sword domain. The hard work all night had consumed a lot of his strength. He had to take advantage of the day when the power of the Golden Lock Formation was halved to restore his vitality.
Although this was the case, he felt that his body was getting worse day by day, because the vitality he had recovered during the day was simply not enough to support his hard work with the Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation all night long. Every early morning, he needed to condense a ray of essence and blood into
Only with energy and energy can I barely survive.
But I don't know how long such a day will last. After all, the woman with a beautiful smile seems to have no intention of letting him go.
At this moment, two figures flashed, and it was Ye Xinyu and Xie Hongyan who arrived.
"Yes, it has been more than a month, and you can still hold on, and your style is still the same." Ye Xinyu smiled slightly: "It seems that among the top ten Shura, although your strength is not the strongest, your endurance and Taoist heart are
, definitely number one.”
"Use whatever means you have, or just kill me, but you should also know what the consequences will be for betraying Old Man Tianming." Wen Ziming glanced at Ye Xinyu coldly, then closed his eyes and took the time to recover.
own strength.
"Whether I betray him or not, the consequences will be the same. I am just an ordinary person. I just want to spend my life peacefully with the person I like and my children, but unfortunately, he won't give it to me." Ye Xinyu
A chill flashed in his eyes: "Since he won't give it to me, then I can only go against him."
"Don't waste your efforts. The strength you consumed in the Golden Lock Formation far exceeds the strength you can recover during the day." Ye Xinyu raised his head and said.
"It doesn't matter, the worst is to die." Wen Ziming sneered and said, "These are the only methods you have."
"Remember, death is never the most terrifying thing." Ye Xinyu smiled lightly and said: "Life is worse than death, that is the most terrifying thing."
"What do you want to do?" Wen Ziming felt the chill in Ye Xinyu's tone, and he felt a little nervous because he didn't know how many tricks this woman had.
"You are indeed a powerful character. At a young age, you have some insights into the way of swordsmanship. You have suddenly realized that the world of mortal swords can form a world of its own, and you are the master of that world." Ye Xinyu insisted: "If you kill
It would be a pity if I kill you, your strength is not worth it."
"Hmph, you can kill if you want. If I, Wen Ziming, frown, I am not Wen." Wen Ziming sneered. As a practitioner, he had already put life and death aside.
"Haha, kill you? The most painful thing for a person is not death, but life worse than death." Ye Xinyu said lightly: "You know, Magic Pill."
"Magic pill?" Wen Ziming suddenly opened his eyes and said sternly: "You have a magic pill in your hand?"
"Yes." Ye Xinyu slowly spread her hands, and in her palms, there was a small person less than five inches tall.
This little figure has a strange appearance, with four hands and four eyes. It is made of wood and has countless tiny talismans carved on it. Although it is just a wooden figure, a hint of evil suddenly flows out of it, giving people a sense of wonder.
A very eerie feeling.
"What do you want to do?" There was already a hint of trembling in Wen Ziming's tone. He knew what the magic pill was. This magic pill was made from the Nine Nether Demon Soul, and had the "Puppet Heart Curse" engraved on it.
Once the magic pill is integrated into your soul, you will lose your original consciousness and become a walking zombie. Once you become a walking zombie, you can only become someone else's puppet.
What's more terrifying is that the magic pill will destroy all your beliefs and turn you into a killing machine that only knows how to take orders from others.
"The soul after being fused with the magic pill will definitely be very interesting." Ye Xinyu smiled lightly: "Do you want to try it?"
"No, don't." Wen Ziming looked at Ye Xinyu in horror. His previous calmness collapsed in this moment.
"It's been more than a month, and I haven't been able to destroy your will in the Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation, so now I can only use some unconventional means." Ye Xinyu smiled slightly and said: "I think, use magic pills.
It is best to destroy a person's will."
"Because after you become a puppet, you will lose all emotions and all persistence. All you can do is execute my orders. In that case, you will never betray me." Ye Xinyu said lightly.
