Upon hearing the roar, Uncle Qiu's face changed drastically and he rushed in.
He Xi was still in a daze, and Wei Chengyuan quickly pulled her up and followed her in.
As soon as he entered the door, He Xi smelled a strong smell of medicine.
It was not the refreshing fragrance of medicinal pills, but a smell similar to the Chinese medicine she processed, but it had a nauseating musty smell compared to the Chinese medicine she brewed.
Immediately afterwards, a heart-wrenching roar was heard. He Xi looked in the direction of the sound and soon saw a man tied to a chair with a rope.
The man looked to be in his thirties or forties. He was wearing a dark purple silk shirt with cloud pattern brocade, which faintly emitted fluctuations of spiritual energy. It was obviously a valuable defensive magical weapon.
Although this middle-aged man looked ordinary, he looked extremely embarrassed at this moment, with his face distorted as he howled in pain. However, he naturally exuded an aura of majesty without even being angry, which made him not look embarrassed at all.
This middle-aged man is obviously someone who has been in a high position for a long time.
However, no matter how high one's status and position is, as long as one is afflicted with illness, even if one has become an immortal through spiritual practice, he will live in hellish torment.
At this time, there were seven or eight people surrounding the middle-aged man, and each of them had many wounds on his body.
But what shocked He Xi was that each of these seven or eight people had the strength of the Nascent Soul stage, and some of them might even have reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
And these seven or eight Yuanying stage masters were actually injured in the process of subduing a person who was tied up with the Immortal Binding Rope.
It is enough to imagine how powerful the middle-aged man is.
In fact, He Xi really couldn't see through the strength of this middle-aged man, and he couldn't even figure out his depth.
The only person who had ever caused her this situation was her cheap master, Xuan Qing Zhenren.
Even for Nangong Yu and Xuan Mu, although she couldn't see their true cultivation level, she could vaguely feel their strength level.
It seems that the man in front of him is the Lord that Uncle Qiu and Wei Chengyuan mentioned
How could there be such a powerful person on Miluo Continent? Is he really from this continent? Could he be from Siam Continent like Master
A thousand thoughts raced through Hexi's mind, and over there, seven or eight Nascent Soul stage warriors were unable to control that person.
The ropes that bound the statue became tighter and tighter, the light of spiritual power became brighter and brighter, and a terrifying crackling sound was emitted.
Uncle Qiu, who had just entered the room, looked very unhappy. He rushed forward to help and said anxiously, "What's going on? Shouldn't it take another hour? Why did it happen early again?"
As he spoke, he mobilized all his spiritual power to stop the middle-aged man from moving.
With the participation of Uncle Qiu, the frantically struggling middle-aged man's body finally calmed down, and a hint of clarity flashed in his eyes.
However, just when Uncle Qiu and others were feeling relieved, the middle-aged man suddenly let out another beast-like roar.
With a "snap" sound, the rope that bound him was torn apart, and the remaining rope was shaky, as if it would break at any time.
He Xi's eyes narrowed, and she stretched out her slender five fingers. Three silver needles appeared between her fingers and were about to shoot towards the statue.
Wei Chengyuan, who was standing behind He Xi, happened to look at her. Seeing her actions, he almost had a heart attack. He opened his mouth and was about to shout "Xi Yue, stop it." (To be continued)