"Ahem..."

Zheng Tuo coughed up blood and looked seriously injured.

"Who...are you...and why...are you here in the Eastern Territory?"

Zheng Tuo, who was about to die, looked very depressed and spoke intermittently.

Mo Jiu's fighting style is too explosive and he is very experienced. He is completely invincible and no match for him.

"My name is Mo Jiu, the ninth son of the Demon Emperor, and the future ruler of the Eastern Region."

The demon's nine-five fingers exerted force, and Zheng Tuo's neck creaked, and the sound of bones rubbing together sounded horrifying.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die easily. I will torture you and use a thousand ways to make you taste the pain and let you know what it means to regret coming into this world."

Mo Jiu went crazy, grabbed Zheng Tuo's arm and exerted force.

"Tear!"

Blood spurted out, and Zheng Tuo's arm was torn off by him.

The blood splashed out like a fountain, making Mojiu's face shattered, making him look more like a demon.

"You...how could you enter the Eastern Region? We have...the wall of the world!"

Zheng Tuo's voice was as weak as a mosquito, but with Mojiu's ears, he could hear it clearly.

"You don't deserve to know."

Mo Jiu raised his hand, grabbed one of Zheng Tuo's thighs, and used force to tear it off.

The bloody torture of Zheng Tuo released the resentment in Mo Jiu's heart.

"You made me very happy, so I decided to give you a gift."

Mo Jiu had a wild laugh on his face.

In the palm of his hand, a true demonic flame appeared.

"The true magic flame will burn your soul and make you feel the real pain."

Mo Jiu is like a madman, shooting out the real demon flames.

"ah……"

Zheng Tuo roared in pain, his facial features twisted together, and his whole body was deformed.

"Hahaha……"

The louder Zheng Tuo screamed, the happier he became.

After ten breaths.

Enough with Mojiu.

"Useless body."

The palm holding Zheng Tuo's neck suddenly exerted force.

"Bang!"

Zheng Tuo's body exploded like a balloon.

In Mo Jiu's hand, a blood-red talisman turned into dust in his eyes.

"It's a pity that I couldn't figure out where you entered the Eastern Region from. What a failure."

There was a voice coming from behind.

Mo Jiu's head buzzed and he looked back.

behind him.

Zheng Tuo was holding a small notebook and was recording something on it.

"What did you say!"

Mo Jiu realized that something was wrong, but with his IQ, it was difficult to figure out exactly what was wrong.

Swish, swish, swish...

Zheng Tuo recorded it in his notebook and ignored the confused Mo Jiu.

After he finished recording, he put away the notebook, raised his head, and looked at Mo Jiu.

"Mo Jiu, thank you for helping me test the strength of the substitute talisman. Also, you are not so stupid as to think that I will challenge you in a duel!"

Zheng Tuo shrugged his shoulders and looked at Mo Jiuru like a big fool.

"die!"

Mo Jiu suddenly rose up and punched Zheng Tuo fiercely.

In contrast, Zheng Tuo.

He stood there like a normal person, not panicking at all.

"Bang……"

With a loud noise, Mo Jiu's fist hit a transparent wall hard.

"impossible!"

Mo Jiu couldn't believe how Zheng Tuo could have the means to defend himself against his attack.

"There are even immortals in this world, and what else is impossible? You should know this better than me."

"I don't believe it!!!"

Mo Jiu roared, dancing wildly with his fists, striking at the transparent defense in front of him.

Even though he is extremely powerful, he can kill nine heavenly immortals.

But he couldn't break through the transparent barrier in front of him.

Of course he can't break through.

Because the transparent barrier in front of him is the acquired bronze mirror of the Lingbao transformed into a prison.

Unless Mo Jiu is strong enough to tear apart the acquired spiritual treasure, he will be trapped in it for the rest of his life.

The Demon Nine blasted violently, unable to break the barrier in front of him.

"You think you can trap me." Mo Jiu did not give up, raised his hand and shouted: "Here comes the sword."

The air was filled with embarrassment at this moment.

"Are you calling it?"

Zheng Tuo raised his hand, and a dark magic sword flew towards him.

"How is that possible! How can the magic sword obey your call?"

Mo Jiu was dumbfounded.

What's going on!

Who is the demon in the end, I am the demon.

"Why don't you listen to your call?" Zheng Tuo looked at Mo Jiu: "Because this is not a magic sword at all."

Zheng Tuo's palm trembled, and the magic sword turned into smoke and disappeared.

"It's impossible. The blood of the ancient demon has polluted the fairy sword. I saw it with my own eyes."

The fat tiger howled loudly.

"False, everything is fake. He has already set up a big formation here, just waiting for you and me to come and join him."

The thin monkey narrowed his eyes and stared at Zheng Tuo.

Why didn't I realize that this guy was acting just now? His acting skills were even better than his own.

"It seems you are not too stupid."

Zheng Tuo waved his hand suddenly.

Everything around him disappeared.

They were indeed deep inside the Immortal Peak, but they were still dozens of meters away from the Immortal Sword.

"Caught."

Yunyangzi appeared at this moment.

He looked like he had arrived a long time ago and looked at Zheng Tuo with a smile.

Zheng Tuo was not surprised when the sect leader appeared.

The Nascent Soul stage has entered another realm, and some extraordinary methods are normal.

"Yeah, I caught it."

Zheng Tuo nodded.
To be continued...