Upon hearing the roar, Uncle Qiu's face changed drastically, and he rushed in with a flash of his body.
He Xi was still in a daze, Wei Chengyuan quickly pulled her up and followed her in.
As soon as he entered the door, Hexi smelled a strong smell of medicine.
It's not the fresh aroma of the elixir, but the smell similar to the traditional Chinese medicine she processed, but it has a more disgusting musty smell than the traditional Chinese medicine she brewed.
Immediately afterwards, a heart-piercing roar came, and He Xi followed the sound, and soon saw a man tied to a chair by a fairy rope.
From the outside, the man looked about thirty or forty years old. The dark purple silk shirt with moiré pattern brocade on his body had a faint fluctuation of spiritual power, which was obviously a valuable defensive magic weapon.
Although the middle-aged man's appearance was ordinary, he looked even more embarrassed at this time, his face was distorted and howling in pain, but he naturally exuded a kind of calm and majestic aura, which made him not look embarrassed at all.
This middle-aged man is obviously a person who has been in a high position for a long time.
However, no matter how high your status is, as long as you are entangled by illness, even a person who has cultivated Taoism and become an immortal will live in hell-like torture.
At this time, the middle-aged man was surrounded by seven or eight people, each of whom had many wounds.
But what shocked Hexi was that each of these seven or eight people had the strength of the Nascent Soul stage, and some of them might have even reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
And these seven or eight masters of the Nascent Soul Stage were all injured in order to subdue a person who was bound by the binding rope.
It is enough to imagine how advanced the middle-aged man's strength 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 at all.
The only one who made her have this situation was her own cheap master Xuan Qing.
Even Nangong Yu and Xuan Mu, although she couldn't see through their true cultivation, she could vaguely feel their level of strength.
It seems that this man in front of him is the respect that Uncle Qiu and Wei Chengyuan said
There are people with such terrifying strength on Miluo Continent? Is he really from this continent? Could it be that like Master, he is also from the Siamese mainland
Thoughts turned in Hexi's mind, and over there, seven or eight Nascent Soul stage warriors couldn't control that statue anymore.
The fairy rope tied to the upper body was getting tighter and tighter, and the light of spiritual power was getting stronger and stronger, but there was a terrifying crackling sound.
Uncle Qiu's face changed drastically when he just entered the door, and he hurried forward to help, and said anxiously: "What's going on? Shouldn't there be another hour? Why did it happen earlier?"
While speaking, he mobilized his whole body's spiritual power to stop the middle-aged man from moving.
Because of Uncle Qiu's joining, the middle-aged man's frantically struggling body finally gradually calmed down, and a gleam of clarity flashed in his eyes.
However, just when Uncle Qiu and the others calmed down, suddenly the middle-aged man let out another beast-like roar.
Hearing only a "pop", the fairy rope that bound him was broken away, and the rest was also crumbling, as if it would break at any moment.
He Xi's eyes narrowed, she stretched out her five slender fingers, and three silver needles appeared between her fingers, and she was about to shoot at that statue.
Wei Chengyuan, who was standing behind Hexi, just happened to look towards her. Seeing her actions, he almost had a heart attack, opened his mouth, and was about to shout "Xi Yue, stop".