Shi Zhixin felt weak all over, his face was pale, and his heart was filled with despair.
As the strongest person of their clan, the Immortal King-level supreme existence, it can be said that he is the patron saint of the You clan!
However, in fact, this patron saint of the You clan fell thousands of years ago, was taken away by Xuan Qianjie, and became a clone of Xuan Qianjie?
This news was a huge blow to Shi Zhixin, a member of the You tribe, no less than a bolt from the blue, comparable to a landslide!
call out!
Just when Shi Zhixin was in a daze, Mo Chuan suddenly stretched out a hand and quickly grabbed Shi Zhixin. Soon, he grabbed Shi Zhixin's neck, lifted him up, and hung him
Hanging in mid-air.
"Ah..." The severe pain in his neck made Shi Zhixin come back from his daze, with a look of pain on his face. Visible to the naked eye, there were terrible scars on his neck, and a stream of blood flowed out.
Another streak of blood was enough to show the strength of Mo Chuan's palm.
"Now, I'll give you a chance to reveal the secret of the Sky-Breaking Gate. Why are you searching so hard for the Void Immortal Artifact, the Sky-Breaking Gate?"
"If you still insist not to say anything, it will be a dead end!"
Mo Chuan pinched Shi Zhixin's neck tightly, and at the same time, the puppet poison quietly flowed out of his palm, followed the scars on Shi Zhixin's neck, and invaded his body. After waiting for a minute, the puppet poison took effect.
Shi Zhixin's face was extremely distorted, painful, and he looked like he was dying. When he heard Mo Chuan inquire about the Sky Gate again, the pain on his face instantly disappeared and turned into a look of fear.
"You... why are you so obsessed with the secret of the Sky Breaking Gate?!" Shi Zhixin looked at Mo Chuan, his voice trembling, and his tone clearly showed panic.
Then, he suppressed the fear on his face, forced a sneer, endured the severe pain in his neck, and said with difficulty:
"Since you said this is a secret, I definitely can't tell you. You... just kill me. Even if you die, I won't tell you the secret of the Sky-Breaking Gate!!!"
Seeing Shi Zhixin's expression of resignation, Mo Chuan's expression was indifferent, his thoughts were turning rapidly, and he felt more and more interesting.
Shi Zhixin is really not afraid of death, so he is unwilling to tell him the secret of the Sky Breaking Gate. Should he insist on it and would rather die than surrender?
No!
No one doesn’t want to live! No one wants to die!
What's more, when he appeared quietly behind Shi Zhixin, Shi Zhixin mistakenly thought that he was the clone of Xuan Qianjie, and quickly made a look like kneeling and licking him. It was obvious that he wanted to survive and wanted to survive to the extreme.
!
This shows that Shi Zhixin is a person who is extremely afraid of death, even more afraid of death than normal monks!
So, now, why does Shi Zhixin look like he is looking forward to death?
Mo Chuan believed that there must be something more terrifying than death occupying Shi Zhixin's heart.
Once Shi Zhixin tells the secret of the Sky-Breaking Gate, he will certainly have a chance to survive and avoid death, but at the same time, there may be unknown disasters that will befall Shi Zhixin!
The horror of this unknown disaster is a hundred times, a thousand times that of death!
Only in this way can a person like Shi Zhixin, who is so afraid of death, become so concerned about death that he would rather face the terror of death than tell the secret of the Sky Breaking Gate!
Thinking of this, Mo Chuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he became more and more curious about the secret of the Skybreaking Gate.
"What is the secret? Are you sure you want to stick to it and not reveal a word?"
Mo Chuan looked at Shi Zhixin coldly, and as he spoke, the strength of his palm's grip on Shi Zhixin's neck became much stronger in an instant.
Shi Zhixin's eyes suddenly widened, and his whole body tensed up. He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. He felt that the pain in his neck was countless times worse than before.
He... almost fainted from the pain!
But the pain was still just a tiny bit away from fainting, which kept him awake and unable to pass out. He could only endure this extreme pain!
This kind of torture... is simply beyond what a normal monk can bear!
Even though Shi Zhixin was already a quasi-immortal king with an extremely determined mind, he was a little unable to resist at this moment, with a look of begging for mercy in his eyes.
"I said! I said! Let go! In fact, my ancestor King Youxian asked me to search for the Sky-Breaking Gate! It is he who needs the Sky-Breaking Gate!"
Under the painful torture, Shi Zhixin spoke quickly, wanting to cry but without tears.
Hearing this, Mo Chuan had no expression on his face and no reaction at all. He took a deep look at the other party and said calmly: "It seems that the involvement behind the Sky Breaking Gate is really amazing. Until now, you still refuse to say a word.
The truth."
As soon as he finished speaking, he tightened his grip on Shi Zhixin's neck again.
"You...poof!" Shi Zhixin stared at Mo Chuan, the pain in his neck was so severe that he spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his breath became extremely weak!
Mo Chuan only thought that Shi Zhixin was farting and didn't believe it at all when he said that the Skybreaking Gate was what King Youxian needed!