Chapter five hundred and eighty second master of the master
Seeing Wu Feng's extremely painful look, Nie Tian didn't have any sympathy in his eyes, but instead raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
What Wu Feng did, no matter how much pain he endured, is too much.
"That's enough." Wu Feng howled like a killing pig for a while. Nie Tian looked at it and nodded slightly.
The reason why he handed Wu Feng over to Lord Shelob was because he didn't want to kill him right away.
Nie Tian guessed that with Wu Feng's strength and alchemy cultivation, his status in Ling Xuantian Pavilion must be high.
The organization Ling Xuantian Pavilion is too mysterious, and all the major forces in the Three Thousand Small Worlds have their eyes on it.
The Alchemist Guild, Huashen Sect, Da Chu Empire, and all the forces that Nie Tian came into contact with had people from Ling Xuantian Pavilion, and some of the forces were even completely controlled by Ling Xuantian Pavilion.
Nie Tian felt strange in his heart. Ling Xuantian Pavilion had infiltrated into all the major forces and seemed to be playing a big game of chess. What on earth did the Pavilion Master named Ghost behind him want to do?
The ghost once defeated Ye Lingyun, the mad swordsman. No matter what method he used to defeat him, he was defeated after all. From this point, it can be seen that this person is definitely a very powerful person with a very deep city.
Judging from Ye Lingyun back then, Ghost's strength at this time was definitely at the peak level of Three Thousand Small Worlds, enough to rival Tang Hao, Mo Zhaojing and others.
If such a person establishes Ling Xuantian Pavilion, he will quickly penetrate into other forces. He is obviously setting up a big plot.
Nie Tian still couldn't guess what the ghost wanted to do, so he wanted to use Wu Feng to find out the reality of Ling Xuantian Pavilion.
Since Ling Xuantian Pavilion likes to place secret chess pieces in other forces, Nie Tian also planted a secret chess piece in Ling Xuantian Pavilion. This is also called coming and not reciprocating.
Lord Shelob nodded slightly, smiled at Wu Feng, and said: "Little old man, you have been hit by my Shelob curse seal. I just gave you a warning to let you remember this feeling."
"You, what do you want to do?" Wu Feng's whole body was soaked with sweat, and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead. The feeling just now was too painful, and he never wanted to experience it again.
Lord Sheluo chuckled and said, "Lord Nie Tian is my master, and I am your master now. Do you understand what I say?"
"Ming, I understand." Wu Feng glanced at Nie Tian fearfully, not even daring to look at the latter.
Not long ago, he regarded Nie Tian as a little ant. However, in just half a day, this little ant became his master's master.
"Little old man, please be honest in the end. Do whatever the master asks you to do, otherwise you will have to wait for the rest of your life to live in the pain of not wanting to live but not wanting to die." With a sinister smile, Demon Lord Shelu threatened,
Return directly to the original coffin of chaos, and leave the next thing to Nie Tian.
"Nie Tian, sir, what do you want me to do?" Wu Feng recalled the feeling just now, still frightened, lowered his head, not daring to look at Nie Tian, and asked in a trembling voice.
"Are you from Ling Xuantian Pavilion?" Nie Tian asked coldly.
"Yes." Wu Feng nodded, and then said: "I am only responsible for refining the Five Poison Blood Infants for the Pavilion Master. I really don't know anything about other things."
"Huh?" Nie Tian's face darkened. Before he could ask, this guy started to shirk the question.
"Seek death." The voice of Demon Lord Shelu rang in the ears of Nie Tian and Wu Feng at the same time. Immediately, Wu Feng felt the feeling of his body being torn apart again, and this time it was more violent than last time, and he was lying on the ground in pain.
Writhing and howling in pain.
Mo Ruxi and Qingmu Lily were watching from a distance. They couldn't stand it anymore and got into the carriage.
"Master, please stop. Master, please stop quickly. I really don't know anything." Wu Feng rolled on the ground in pain, his heart-rending howling making people's ears hurt.
Nie Tian looked at him coldly for more than ten seconds, and after making sure that he was not lying, he signaled Lord Sheluo to stop.
Wu Feng is obviously not the kind of person who would rather die than surrender. He endured this kind of pain without saying anything, which shows that he really doesn't know anything.
Nie Tian's cold eyes turned over Wu Feng and asked, "You said it was the master of Ling Xuantian Pavilion who asked you to refine the Five Poison Blood Infants?"
"Uh-huh, yes." Wu Feng nodded repeatedly. Looking at him, it was obvious that he was not trying to shirk responsibility.
This made Nie Tian even more curious. The ghost was planting secrets among the major forces, and was refining something extremely dangerous like the Five Poison Blood Infants. What on earth did he want to do?
"Wu Feng, listen, I want you to find out what your pavilion master wants to do. Once there is news, you can directly inform your master through the Sheluo Seal. Do you understand?" Nie Tian said coldly.
"Yes." Wu Feng nodded in agreement, with a gleam in his eyes, and asked: "Master Nie Tian, as long as I understand the purpose of the master of the pavilion, you will remove the curse seal from my body?"
Nie Tian smiled coldly, twitching the corners of his mouth, and said in a cold voice: "Are you still qualified to negotiate terms with me?"
Wu Feng's face turned pale and he was so frightened that he dared not speak anymore.
Of course Nie Tian knew what this guy was thinking, and said calmly: "Wu Feng, don't think that your pavilion master can help you remove the Shelu Curse Seal. The Shelu Curse Seal is an ancient magic seal, even if you are thousands of miles away.
, as long as there is any movement, your master will also know it. You are a smart person, it is best not to do stupid things."
Wu Feng suddenly raised his head and looked at Nie Tian. His pupils shrank suddenly and his eyes trembled violently. Unexpectedly, Nie Tian could guess what he was thinking.
He really thought about waiting to see the Pavilion Master later and asking the latter to help him remove the curse seal, but Nie Tian's words made him give up this idea completely.
Judging from the way Nie Tian directly swallowed Liang Ying's Yuanling just now, it was indeed too weird. Wu Feng was not willing to risk his own life.
"Okay, you can get out now." Nie Tian was too lazy to talk nonsense to Wu Feng and waved his hand, signaling the latter to leave.
But Wu Feng had no intention of leaving. He looked at Qiu Shan, swallowed his saliva, and said: "Lord Nie Tian, if I go back and get nothing, the Pavilion Master will kill me. Please.
Please return the other Five Poison Blood Infant to me."
Nie Tian glanced at the other party again, with a pitiful look, but Nie Tian obviously would not be soft-hearted, and sneered: "You are so powerful, how can your pavilion master be willing to kill you? I am the Five Poison Blood Infant."
If you stay, get out."
The voice was cold and there was no room for negotiation.
Wu Feng's heart trembled violently. The young man in front of him was much more cruel than he imagined.
In fact, it's not to blame Nie Tian for being cruel, it's just that the Five Poison Blood Infants are too terrifying. If it falls into Wu Feng's hands again, he really doesn't feel at ease, so it's better to keep it in his own hands for safety.
Even if the ghost really kills Wu Feng, Nie Tian doesn't care at all.
"My farewell." Seeing that Nie Tian had made up his mind, Wu Feng had no choice but to say respectfully, and then left.
Nie Tian watched Wu Feng's figure disappear, but at this time, the corners of his mouth turned up strangely, and he said lightly: "Master Imperial Master, you have watched for so long, have you seen enough?"