The yin qi emanating from Fan Wuzhen made Xie Bian's hair stand on end. Those transformation illusions that Mo Shang had just now not only broke his heart, but also greatly stimulated Fan Wuzhen. In his hands, the consequences are disastrous.
It was only then that Xie Bian realized that the Tianji Talisman was warming slightly in his arms, as if responding to some inspiration, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and couldn't help but be terrified. He took a deep breath, braced himself to stand in front of Fan Wushi, and said again in that steady voice: "Wuying, I need you to restrain yourself, I need you to wake up, he has been using all means to provoke you, You are no longer a prisoner of Hell, you don't have to be controlled by him."
Fan Wuxi's eyes were clearly struggling.
Mo Shangcun added fuel to the scene: "Your good brother is just using you. He doesn't care about your life or death. He just wants to save that Mr. Lan."
Xie Bian swept out with a sword, and Mo Shangcun's left face was cut into a bloody groove from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears. His body twitched twice, his face became more and more distorted under the stimulation of pain, and he was still smiling fearlessly.
If he hadn't asked about Lan Chuanhan's whereabouts from him, Jie Bian would have cut his tongue directly.
Fan Wuxi stared at Jie Bian, his eyes were obviously resisting, indifferent, and guarded, but they seemed to be yearning for something. He frowned, pondered for a while, stretched out a hand towards Xie Bian, and said in a hoarse voice, "Tianji Talisman."
Seeing that Bian's expression remained motionless, he emphasized: "Heavenly Secret Talisman, give it to me!"
"You entrusted me with the Tianji Talisman, just to prevent you from being manipulated by hatred and anger and inducing demons." Xie Bian looked directly at Fan Wuying with open and penetrating eyes, "Do you remember?"
"Here, me!" Fan Wuxi's face gradually distorted.
"I can't give it to you." Xie Bian wanted to reach out to cover the jade tablet again.
But the chest area suddenly became hot as if it was burning, Xie Bian let out a cry of pain, and the Tianji Talisman broke through the shackles of the material, and flew back into Fan Wushi's hand with a whiz.
Like adding fuel to the fire, the black death energy around Fan Wuxi burned like a black flame.
Xie Bi'an said urgently: "No deterrence!"
Fan Wuzhen dragged Mo Shangcun, leaped to the bottom of the black dragon pillar, and bound Mo Shangcun with the torture tools embedded in the dragon pillar. He stretched out his fingers and stroked the totem furrows on the dragon pillar. The traces were all the blood that flowed on it, and he lowered his head again to see that all the blood was flowing to the blood pool under his feet.
This Nine Dragon Formation with the blood pool as its eye was created to suppress the most powerful resentment in the Netherworld, otherwise those ghosts who suffered endlessly in the Infernal Hell would have destroyed the entire Netherworld with their soaring resentment.
And this black dragon pillar above the formation eyes will always be reserved for the most powerful ghosts.
Fan Wuxi's gaze swept across the trembling executioners who had nowhere to escape: "Come here."
Several executioners followed the instructions and came to the Black Dragon Column, they naturally knew what Fan Wuxi wanted to do.
Fan Wuzhen retreated to the side, and said with a sinister smile, "Do it."
The executioners were not ambiguous, and sentenced Mo Shangcun in the same way as prisoners.
Skinning, bone removal, flesh cutting, bloodletting, the most primitive, bloodiest, and cruelest tortures brought untold pain, and Mo Shangcun's screams echoed in the cave, one unresolved, one after another, The lingering sound surrounds the column for a long time.
Fan Wuxi let out a hearty laugh.
Seeing the bloody scene, Xie Bian felt chills running down his spine. He wanted to remind Fan Wushi several times that they needed Mo Shangcun to reveal Lan Chuihan's whereabouts, but seeing this man who was becoming more and more mad and addicted to revenge Fan Wuzhen in pleasure, he was afraid that if he really mentioned it, it would only backfire and make Fan Wuzhen even more out of control.
But if Fan Wuzhen continues like this, he will crush all the executioners in Infernal Hell.
Xie Bian walked behind Fan Wuye, Fan Wuye half turned his body and looked at him coldly: "You want to save that Lan, I'm helping you."
"In that case, let him take a breath and speak."
Fan Wuxi glanced at Mo Shangcun, whose limbs were about to be cut into bones, and smiled slightly: "There are thousands of different punishments in Hell, but you said you like the simple and straightforward one the most. Only in this way can the pool of blood keep flowing. interest. How do you like it?"
Mo Shangcun just howled miserably.
Fan Wuxi waved his hand to stop the executioner.
The executioners stopped meekly and stepped aside.
Mo Shangcun was covered in blood, the corners of his mouth were drooling, and he couldn't find a piece of good meat below his head. But even so, he will still recover as before, because he is not a living person, he cannot die, and his body is a spirit body rather than a real body. Like all the prisoners who entered here, he will continue to endure the daily life and death with a complete body. A day of torture.
At this time, he got intermittent respite, and finally regained a little sanity from the severe pain.
Xie Bian hurriedly asked: "Where is Lan Chuihan, tell me."
Mo Shangcun snorted with difficulty.
"If you don't tell me, you will be tortured here forever. How long can you last?"
"... Having said that... he won't... let me go..."
Xie Bian clenched the hilt of his sword: "Speak out, and I will give you a pleasure."
"Okay, you want him... to promise personally..." Mo Shangcun said with difficulty, "Swear."
Fan Wuxi took a look at Bian: "Impossible."
Xie Bian said urgently, "We are here to save people."
"But they didn't come to save me." Fan Wuxi sneered, "Other people live or die, so it has nothing to do with me."
Mo Shangcun chuckled a few times: "Sure enough..."
Suddenly, Mo Shangcun gathered Yin energy, and his body changed at an extremely fast speed, including those bloody stumps. Under the eyes of the two of them, he turned into Zong Zixiao.
Xie Bian felt red in front of his eyes, the horrific wounds, the glaring blood, and the face that was so numb from pain, all turned into Zongzi Xiao. And this is even more real than the ones Mo Shangcun conjured up with the little ghost just now, because those wounds are still fresh and warm, and those painful wailings are still clear in his ears.
Fan Wushi stared at himself who was tied to the black dragon pillar, his pupils gradually dilated, and the black death energy almost invaded the white eyes, leaving only hopeless and bottomless blackness in his eyes. He let out a low growl, and the blood-colored talisman on the Tianji Talisman loomed, shining red.
"No deterrence, don't!" Xie Bian shouted loudly.
All the executioners in the cave turned towards Fan Wushi's direction in unison, as if they were being manipulated by a string. In the next moment, they screamed, tore and scratched their own flesh, gouged out their eyeballs, and pulled out their own flesh. His tongue was bloody and he didn't stop his hands, tearing himself into pieces while screaming.
The scene was so bloody and terrifying that even Jie Bian, who grew up in the Underworld, couldn't watch it any longer.
Mo Shangcun laughed wildly, he imitated Fan Wuxi's tone and shouted: "Brother, come and save me, why didn't big brother come and save me, hahahahaha—"
Fan Wuxi hugged his head and roared like a beast.
The entire cave began to shake violently, and the power of the secret talisman was spreading to the torture chamber, and it would soon spread to the entire eighteenth floor of hell.
Xie Bian rushed towards Fan Wuzhen with a stride. Fan Wuzhen noticed his approach and subconsciously wanted to fight back, but was suppressed by a more stubborn and firm will, so he let Xie Bian hug him. Own.
A look of surprise flashed in Fan Wuxi's eyes, and the world became quiet.
Xie Bian hugged the person in his arms tightly, his chest heaving unceasingly, he was betting that Fan Wuxi hadn't really lost his mind, otherwise he was in danger of dying just now.
Fan Wuxi was still frozen in place, looking at a loss.
"It's me, you know it's me, don't you?"
Fan Wuxi's lips moved slightly, but he didn't answer.
"I'm here to save Lan Chuihan, and I'm also here to save you." After saying these words, the boulder that weighed on Xie Bian's heart seemed to loosen a bit, and he was finally able to take a breath, and was able to face up to Fan Wuyin's sin and guilt. redemption.
After a while, Fan Wuzhen said: "...you come and save me."
"Yes, I'm here to save you." Jie Bian's eyes were full of sadness, "The mistakes you made in the previous life have been repaid here, but you still have a part of yourself imprisoned here. Today I will take you away."
"Brother... come and save me." Fan Wuxi tremblingly said.
Xie Bian tightened his arms, his tone was gentle, but the words he said were extremely heavy: "Brother is here to save you."
Fan Wuxi's eyes shone brightly, with hidden tears, and the black death energy in his eyes was shaking.