Mo Chuan's eyelids were half closed, he was gasping for air, his mouth was bleeding, and his breath was extremely weak. He did not answer Qian Tieming's words.
Because, at this moment, he was extremely injured and almost no longer had the strength to speak.
Seeing this scene, the smile on Qian Tieming's face became even more proud and playful. He stared at Mo Chuan and said lightly:
"Don't you want to answer? Then I, the Holy Son, will answer it!"
"Seeing the miserable state of you being pierced by thousands of swords, I quite like it."
While speaking, several rays of sword light fell towards Mo Chuan again, penetrating his body one by one!
Mo Chuan vomited out a large mouthful of blood again, his breath further weakened, and he became weaker and weaker.
Qian Tieming nodded with satisfaction, then waved to Mr. Xiong and said, "Remove the sword light prison. Mo Chuan no longer has the strength to resist. Now I, the Holy Son, will torture him myself."
"Yes, Holy Son!" Mr. Xiong immediately said respectfully, then raised his hand and waved.
Buzz!
The endless sword light surrounding Mo Chuan immediately dimmed and disappeared.
Qian Tieming flew towards Mo Chuan and said again: "Remove the pressure."
Now all the pressure of Mr. Xiong is concentrated on Mo Chuan. If he approaches Mo Chuan rashly, he will be affected a lot.
Elder Xiong hesitated for a moment, then nodded, raised his hand and put away his pressure.
After doing this, Mr. Xiong immediately followed Qian Tieming with a vigilant look on his face.
Even though Mo Chuan was seriously injured and had no fighting power anymore, he was still afraid that Mo Chuan would sneak attack on his Holy Son, so he followed Qian Tieming closely and protected his Holy Son well.
"Mo Chuan..." Qian Tieming flew close to Mo Chuan, with a playful and cruel look on his face, and said lightly: "You were so arrogant and arrogant before, and almost killed me, how come you are now?
Did he suddenly become depressed and become silent?"
Mo Chuan's face was pale and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. He raised his head with difficulty and glanced at Qian Tieming, but still did not speak.
"Well, you should remain silent? Could it be that you look down on me, the Holy Son?" The playful look on Qian Tieming's face became more and more intense, and he said with an evil smile: "Then, I, the Holy Son, will beat you until you say nothing!"
After saying that, he took out his palm and hit Mo Chuan hard on the face.
"Pfft!" Mo Chuan's face twisted, his chest felt tight, and he vomited a mouthful of blood again after being beaten.
But it was not over yet, Qian Tieming slapped him again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Continuous slaps sounded, Mo Chuan was dizzy from being slapped, and Qian Tieming's expression became more and more cruel and excited.
Until the end, after receiving too many slaps, Mo Chuan was injured more and more. He could no longer maintain his standing in the air. His body suddenly fell and quickly hit the spiritual sea below.
"It's really... boring." Qian Tieming withdrew his slap and looked indifferently at Mo Chuan falling towards the sea of spirits below, feeling a little unfinished.
Plop!
Mo Chuan fell quickly and finally fell into the spiritual sea.
At the moment when he sank into the Linghai Sea, Mo Chuan, who was originally unconscious due to serious injuries, suddenly became extremely clear-headed, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"Maybe...the opportunity has come!"
In his body, the kidneys, which are responsible for the power of water, shimmered slightly.
…
"Go and pick this kid up. I haven't tortured him enough yet!"
In mid-air, Qian Tieming looked at the Linghai below, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, extremely cruel.
Old Xiong nodded and immediately followed the instructions. He raised his hand and waved, and his true energy surged, transforming into a big true energy hand.
The big hand of true energy covered the sky and the sun, and quickly fell into the spiritual sea below.
Then, like fishing for fish, a human figure was caught from the spiritual sea.
This figure was held tightly by the big hands of Zhenqi. His face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and his breath was fading. Even after being washed by the sea water, his body was still stained with blood.
It’s Mo Chuan!
"Take it." Mr. Xiong's eyes were indifferent and he raised his hand again.
The big hands of Zhenqi immediately grabbed Mo Chuan and returned to Old Xiong.
"Holy Son, Mo Chuan seems to have fainted due to serious injuries."
Elder Xiong took Mo Chuan from his powerful hands, lifted Mo Chuan up, and then began to look at Mo Chuan. When he found that Mo Chuan's eyes were closed tightly, he reported to Qian Tieminghui beside him.
"Wake this kid up, I will continue to torture him." Qian Tieming glanced at the unconscious Mo Chuan and said calmly.
To torture the enemy, of course you have to keep the enemy awake.
If the enemy has lost consciousness, then no matter how much you torture the other party, the other party will not feel the pain, so what's the point?
After saying that, he pinched Mo Chuan's neck, with a cruel look on his face, and immediately planned to strangle Mo Chuan awake.
However, after pinching for a few seconds, Mo Chuan still had his eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up.
Seeing this, Old Xiong couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Is this kid dead?" Qian Tieming's face turned gloomy. If Mo Chuan died, then he would never get the opportunities that Mo Chuan had.
"Holy Son, please don't worry. It shouldn't be a problem. This kid still has the breath of life."
Mr. Xiong quickly squeezed out a smile and consoled him: "Maybe I am not exerting enough force. I will try harder later."
He secretly used his strength to pinch Mo Chuan's neck, which became even stronger.
boom!!!
However, what Mr. Xiong didn't expect was that with such force, Mo Chuan's body exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist!
"This..." Mr. Xiong was stunned immediately. His old face was full of panic, and he realized that he had gotten into trouble.
At the end of the horizon, seeing the scene of Mo Chuan exploding, Xu Siya and the two survivors were shaken suddenly, and their faces were extremely pale.
Zhu Caixuan was also shocked for a while, and then a trace of regret appeared in her beautiful eyes.
"Speaking of it, this kid's talent is actually really incredible. It's really sad that he fell like this." Grandma Hu shook her head. Even she, who was quite critical of Mo Chuan, couldn't help it.
sigh.
As for Ke Jianli, Jian Qi and other monks from the Third Ring Sea Area, their faces were extremely excited, and they were extremely excited.
Did they read that correctly?
Mo Chuan exploded?
This scourge is finally dead?!
"Old Xiong..." Qian Tieming came back to his senses from the shock. He looked at Old Xiong, his face became gloomier than ever before, and said quietly: "Do you know what you have done?!"