"You're here, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The middle-aged man with red hair and hooked nose glanced at Ding Hao. Without any surprise, he turned around and used the knife in his hand to gently cut off a piece of the woman's flesh on the torture instrument.
His movements were extremely gentle and slow, as if he were carving a work of art.
It is this range of movements that will undoubtedly magnify the torturer's pain to the extreme.
But what surprised Ding Hao was that the giant female body on the torture device only trembled slightly and did not let out the slightest cry. Ding Hao could clearly feel that the woman was not dead or unconscious, but seemed to have no pain. Like a stone man, he has incredible endurance.
What made Ding Hao even more confused was that he clearly felt a trace of familiar aura on this woman's body.
"Are you City Lord Mo Yuncong?" Ding Hao dispersed the silver ripples around his body, without any panic, and stepped closer.
The red-haired, hook-nosed middle-aged man exclaimed, and finally began to look at Ding Hao. After a while, he said: "Yes, I am the master. Haha, you are very calm and cautious. What I didn't expect the most is that you are still so young. … It’s a pity that as soon as you enter the cell, you are already under my gaze.”
Ding Hao snorted and said nonchalantly: "Really? If I had known earlier, I would have just come in, so there would be no need for such trouble."
"You don't seem to be afraid at all." Mo Yuncong said.
Ding Hao smiled and asked: "Have you ever seen a tiger afraid of a jackal?"
Mo Yuncong's eyes instantly flashed with a hint of actual murderous intent. His aquiline nose twitched, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What a terrible young man. How dare you be so arrogant when you come here? There is a way to heaven if you don't go to hell." You have no choice but to come here."
A thought flashed through Ding Hao's mind, and he couldn't help laughing: "Hell? Do you know what the real hell is like? Have you... ever been to hell?"
Mo Yuncong was startled and didn't understand why Ding Hao suddenly asked this.
However, he soon sensed a strong sense of disdain from Ding Hao's words.
"Kill him." Mo Yuncong waved his hand gently.
The fifty black-armored soldiers in the water prison are all elites who have survived the battlefield of life and death. Their personal strength is at the peak of Emperor Wu, and they are also good at combined attack formations. In his opinion, with Ding Hao's strength, he will definitely die. .
He turned around and picked up the sharp knife again, and began to cut the body of the female demon star, and whispered softly: "I know you are in pain, and I also know that you can endure it, but how can this kind of pain last a whole night? Watching it again and again Is it uncomfortable to have your body cut into pieces? Tell me the secret of your recovery, tell me where you come from, and I can give you a happy death to free you. Otherwise, the God of Shenting will come tomorrow and will You mentioned the Shenting headquarters, and there will be more painful punishments waiting for you there... "
The female demon star on the torture device said nothing.
More than fifty masters of the Black Armored Army were already slowly advancing towards Ding Hao.
The lions and rabbits also used their full strength. These masters did not show any carelessness. They lined up neatly and clearly used some kind of formation. They rolled over like an ancient mountain. Their momentum was terrifying and overwhelming.
Ding Hao's attention stayed on the female demon star on the torture device.
Thick black long hair hung down like a waterfall, covering the face of the female demon star, but the pair of bright eyes through the gap in the hair gave Ding Hao a feeling of déjà vu, as if he had never seen such a pair before. Eye.
As if sensing Ding Hao's gaze, the head that had been hanging down lifted up. The moment he saw Ding Hao, his broken body shook slightly.
"Amitabha!"
A faint sigh came out from the Buddha's name.
Ding Hao felt as if he was struck by lightning in an instant, his eyes filled with incredible looks.
He suddenly recognized who this female demon star was.
But this is simply impossible.
Why does she appear here
At the same time, an uncontrollable anger and murderous intent burned and boiled in Ding Hao's chest. His old friend suffered such terrible torture, and Ding Hao felt that the boiling murderous intent brought by the magic knife that he had been carefully suppressing , and started to move again.
"kill!"
The masters of the Black Armored Army all took action.
Ding Hao dodged and punched a black-armored master in front of him.
The next moment, red flames flickered in the hall, and a hundred metal war figures appeared out of thin air, surrounding all the masters of the Black Armored Army. Their violent metal bodies and endless waves of war weapons suppressed them in an instant. The master of the black armored army.
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Ding Hao immediately summoned this metal death army.
Regardless of individual combat power or formation tactics, they overwhelmingly crushed the Black Armored Army.
Ding Hao's figure was like lightning, approaching Mo Yuncong.
Mo Yuncong's expression changed. He did not expect such a thing to happen. The moment he retreated, he raised his hands, and the sharp silver knife in his hand turned into a hidden weapon and shot out.
Ding Hao flicked his finger.
Ding ding.
The sharp knife turned into silver powder.
Whoosh!
Several rays of sword intent and sword energy shot out, covering Mo Yuncong's body.
"Who are you?" Mo Yuncong shouted, pulling his hands in the void, a silver gun appeared in his hand, and with a flick of his finger, millions of gun flowers bloomed like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.
His strength is that of a peak Martial Emperor, which is quite impressive.
Originally, Ding Hao's cultivation was only at the level of the Eight Apertures Martial Emperor, not the Martial Emperor, so Mo Yuncong didn't take it to heart at all. Who knew that in the actual fight, he discovered that this young man's fighting ability was the strongest in his life? Rare, far beyond his profound energy cultivation.
"The person who killed you."
Ding Hao's heart was full of murderous intent. With a thought, the sword light suddenly appeared and died. It could be as hot as summer, or as cold as winter, or as towering as three autumns, or as cool as early spring. The Yi Jian Qi roared in the air, completely locking onto Mo Yuncong.
At the same time, he took out his left hand and flicked it.
A few rays of sword light shot out silently, shattering all the restrictions on the body of the female demon star on the torture device.
"Amitabha." The female demon star calmly chanted the Buddha's name.
The next moment, a bit of Buddhist light flickered between her eyebrows, and then a strong Buddhist power surged through her broken body. Golden light threads spread like flesh and blood along her clean white bones, and the entire hall It was filled with the atmosphere of Buddhist compassion and holiness, and the faint sound of Sanskrit scriptures of the Buddha Tathagata echoed...
Her body was recovering rapidly.
On the other side, all fifty black-armored soldiers had been knocked to the ground, losing their ability to resist.
Ding Hao did not issue a killing order. After all, these black-armored troops were just subordinates. He didn't know if there were monsters in this world. If more than fifty warriors at the peak of the Martial Emperor were wiped out, what would happen to the human race? To say it is nothing less than a big loss.
As for Mo Yuncong, Ding Hao would not hold back.
Ding Hao's current combat power, even if he doesn't use the magic sword and the rusty sword, is invincible under a saint. Is Mo Yuncong Ding Hao's opponent
As the saying goes, if you miscalculate one move, you will lose everything.
Mo Yuncong was in such a situation at this time.
He wanted to activate the warning signal in the water prison and recruit the guards on the ground to help, but he was surprised to find that the warning inscription formation in the water prison had failed at some point and could not be transmitted to the outside world at all. Any news.
"How could this happen?" Mo Yuncong's heart sank.
He felt like he was trapped in a cocoon.
Ding Hao sneered.
Along the way, no inscription formation could escape his consciousness, not to mention that the formations arranged in this water prison were all of ordinary level, and he could change them with just a thought.
Whoosh!
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the sword intention is permeated.
"Ah..." Mo Yuncong roared, his legs were hit by swords, and he fell into a pool of blood.
Ding Hao stopped.
"Amitabha!" The Buddha's light on the female demon star's body gradually converged and turned into a golden-lined ziyi, covering the crystal and soft jade body. The injuries on her body have long been fully recovered, and her long black hair is flying in the wind. Revealing an extremely beautiful face.
"Come on." Ding Hao pointed at Mo Yuncong, who was lying on the ground with a look of fear on his face.
The ruler of the North City was frantically using his profound energy to heal his injuries, but he found in despair that his wounds were filled with a strange sword power that could not be dispelled at all.
"Amitabha, good, good, good." The woman chanted Sanskrit music, her beautiful eyes as pure as mountain streams and autumn springs.
"You... can't kill me. I am the city lord appointed by the Divine Court..." Mo Yuncong was frightened and roared crazily. He no longer had the cruel and calm attitude before.
"Buddha said, eliminate your sins, put down your butcher knife, and become a Buddha immediately." The woman looked at Mo Yuncong with clear and compassionate eyes.
The latter's frantic struggling posture gradually calmed down.
His eyes were confused at first, and then there was a trace of resistance and struggle, but soon he seemed to give up, and his eyes were full of regret. He actually turned over, knelt on the ground, and cried bitterly: "I am guilty of this crime." My karma is heavy and my sins are unforgivable. I regret so much. I have done so many evil things. My hands are stained with blood. I should go to the eighteenth level of hell..."
There was no pretense in the way he cried bitterly, it was actually a confession coming from the depths of his soul.
Ding Hao glanced at the woman next to him in surprise.
What a terrifying mental attack technique that can actually disintegrate a person's will and soul.
"I deserve to die..." Mo Yuncong suddenly jumped up and slapped himself on the forehead with his backhand. It was like smashing a watermelon. His brain burst out and he fell backwards, dying. .
Ding Hao felt secretly in his heart.
He suddenly realized that since this woman had such profound cultivation and magical powers, why had she not used them before and allowed Mo Yuncong to lock her up and torture her for so many days? Has she been waiting for something