Jiang Chen's Dharma image is too strong.

Even at a long distance, Jian Wuming sensed the magnificent power sweeping across Ziwei Jian Pavilion.

He was envious and jealous.

"Jiang Chen, everything you have now belongs to me."

Jian Wuming clenched his fists.

Then, he left his residence and headed to Yinyue Mountain.

As soon as he arrived at Yinyue Mountain Hall, Hua Yinyue walked over with a happy look on her pretty face and said, "Sword Master, you are here."

"Um."

Jian Wuming nodded and ordered: "Send someone to monitor Jiang Chen's every move."

"yes."

"Remember, don't cause him to notice."

“I will pay attention.”

After giving the order, Jian Wuming went to the dungeon of Yinyue Mountain.

The dungeon is dark and humid, and the air is filled with a rotten smell.

There were two women locked in the cell in the dungeon.

They are the Master of Ziwei Sword and Queen Suxin.

At this moment, both of them were injured and their cultivation was sealed.

Jian Wuming opened Ziwei Sword Master's cell and walked in.

The Ziwei Sword Master lay on the ground dyingly. Hearing footsteps, he couldn't help but open his eyes. Through the faint light, she saw Jian Wuming walking towards her. She wanted to get up, but she didn't have any strength to put in her body.

"Jian, Jian Wuming, what do you want to do?"

She asked, but her voice was very low.

Jiang Wuming waved casually, and a chair appeared out of thin air. He sat on the chair, crossed his legs, looked at the Ziwei Sword Master lying on the ground, smiled faintly, and said, "Sword Master, you should know what I want?"

"I, I don't know."

"Stop pretending to me."

Jian Wuming was immediately angry and waved it casually. The Ziwei Sword Master on the ground was swept up by a powerful force and floated in the air.

Jian Wuming said angrily: "I want you to tell all the secrets of Ziwei Sword Pavilion and where the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor is."

The Master of Ziwei Sword was very weak, and she said powerlessly: "I, I know, have told you all..."

"ah……"

Before she finished speaking, Jian Wuming took action, and a mysterious black text appeared in her palm. The text sank into the body of the Ziwei Sword Master. A severe pain suddenly came from her body, and she couldn't help but scream.

At this moment, there were thousands of poisonous insects in her body biting her flesh and blood.

Her pale face had bulging blue veins, and her expression was a little scary.

"Sword Master, my patience is limited." Jian Wuming said with a cold voice and a ruthless look on his face: "I gave you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it, don't blame me."

"You, what did you do to me?" The Master of Ziwei Sword roared: "Okay, it's so uncomfortable, hurry, kill me."

"This is a curse. I have cursed it in your body. Don't worry, you won't die, you will just be tortured."

"You, you are mean and shameless."

"I just want the secret of Ziwei Jiange."

"I, I don't know, ah, kill me."

Jian Wuming tortured Ziwei Sword Lord in all kinds of ways, but Ziwei Sword Lord seemed to know nothing and said nothing.

In the dark dungeon, desolate cry of pain came.

Jian Wuming ignored Ziwei Sword Master and turned around and went to another cell.

In another cell, Su Xin sat cross-legged on the ground. Even though she was injured, even if her cultivation was sealed, and even if she became a prisoner, her noble temperament was still there.

She is sober.

She could hear the desolate screams of the Ziwei Sword Lord.

Jian Wuming came over and said lightly: "It's not a pity that the queen has become a prisoner, and she is still so calm."

Su Xin also glanced at him and said calmly: "Sword Wuming is useless. I don't know how you can ignore our country's curse, but I can be sure that you are not a person of fate."

"If you are not a person of fate, you will not be able to obtain the fortune of our country."

"I, Su Nu Country, Ziwei Jiange, have passed down forever. In the years of history, the Ming Dynasty has destroyed generation after generation, but no one can obtain the fortune of our country."

"Oh."

Jian Wuming smiled faintly and said, "I am indeed not a person of fate, but Jiang Chen is, these fortunes belong to Jiang Chen. I helped Jiang Chen seize these fortunes, and I am snatching them from him. Do you think this belongs to me?"

Upon hearing this, Su Xin was silent.

Jian Wuming reminded: "Empress, you are above your power. I really can't bear to see you suffer. You are suffering. Now tell me what you know. I only have the unparalleled swordsmanship and curse techniques. I have no interest in your life, nor even more so in you, even if you look beautiful."

Su Xin looked calm and asked, "What do you want to know?"

"I know what I don't know." Jian Wuming said.

Su Xin fell into thought, and after a while, she said, "The Master of Ziwei Sword does not know this. Please let her go. What do you want to know? I will tell you."

Upon hearing this, Jian Wuming waved casually, and a black text transformed into Ziwei Jiange's body in the dungeon next door.

The Master of Ziwei Sword fell weakly to the ground and fell into a coma.

Jian Wuming looked at Su Xin and asked, "Can you say it now?"

Su Xin took a deep breath and said, "It's true that there is a swordsmanship in Ziwei Sword Pavilion, but if you want to get the swordsmanship, you need a few things."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wuming became excited and asked, "What do you need?"

Su Xin said: "The magical sword inherited from the Ziwei Sword Sect since ancient times is needed. This sword is named after Ziwei. In addition, it also requires the jade seal of my Sunu Kingdom."

"A person with destiny can open the sword-track inheritance hidden in Ziwei Sword Pavilion."

Su Xin told these secrets.

"Okay, I'll go to the Su Nu Kingdom Palace to get the imperial seal and the Ziwei Divine Sword."

Su Xin shook her head and said, "It's useless. My Su Nu Country has been destroyed countless times in history. The imperial seal has long been lost. Now I don't even know where the imperial seal of my Su Nu Country is."

"The same is true for Ziwei Sword Pavilion, Ziwei Divine Sword has long been lost."

"Are you playing tricks on me?" Jian Wuming suddenly became angry and waved his hand. Su Xin, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was pulled up. He pinched Su Xin's neck and said coldly: "I warn you not to play tricks with me."

Being strangled, worrying about life.

However, Su Xin was not afraid at all and said powerlessly: "What I said is true. As long as I find the Ziwei Divine Sword and find the Jade Seal of our country, I can untie the seal of Ziwei Sword Pavilion and obtain the inheritance of the sword Tao. The inheritance of the sword Tao appears, and the curse will naturally appear."

Jian Wuming took a deep breath, threw Su Xin to the ground with a casual look.

He turned and left the dungeon.

Back to the main hall.

He sat at the head of the hall and fell into thought.
Chapter completed!