Chapter 957 Severe torture to extract a confession!
The people of the Demon Dynasty just watched helplessly as their Demon Lord died. This was not the end of the story. Even the corpse and the Demonic Artifact were taken away. This was really an extraordinary feat.
Those demon generals in the air looked at the demon king disappearing like this, and they were even a little unbelievable. The demon king was so powerful, but he was killed by their righteous way?
Bei Chenye put away his sword, stepped forward to support Mu Qianyu, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Mu Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at him and smiled: "Master and the others are alive in heaven, they should be happy now."
"Yes, we finally lived up to Master's wishes." Beichen Ye said with a long sigh, filled with emotion in his heart.
"The emperor is mighty!"
The troops below had already started shouting. After all, Yuan Zhong was finally killed by his own emperor.
Other righteous people are not disgusted, because Mu Qianyu does have that strength. Although there are not many methods, it is enough to use them well.
With the momentum of the righteous side rising, the demonic side has been defeated like a mountain, and the emperor is gone. Who will they serve?
"If you want to return to the right path, we welcome you at any time. If you don't want to, I will definitely not let evil demons like you roam around. I will definitely kill them all as a warning." Beichenye said.
Daoxuan left, so Beichenye, the heir to the dojo, naturally became the person in charge of the three major forces, and now he stood up to persuade them to surrender.
The demon soldiers looked at each other. Some of them were desperate, but more people were still unconvinced even though they felt there was no hope.
Mu Qianyu was very cooperative here. He threw out 365 array cards with a flick of his hand, directly sealing off the entire sandbank.
The formation card just received a blow from Yuan Zhong. Although it was scattered, it was not damaged and could still be used.
The faces of the people in the Mo Dynasty suddenly turned greener. The faces of those who were usually underground were pale, but now they were white and green.
Mu Qianyu has always treated his people with benevolent policies, but he is not merciless in dealing with his enemies. When he was trapped, he said: "You are not in a hurry to give the answer. It's too late to think about it."
Some of the demon soldiers who were just unconvinced are now despairing. When the Demon Lord is around, they can still count on the Demon Lord to break the formation. What should they do now?
It looks like he will be trapped to death if he doesn't surrender.
Beichen Ye was not in the mood to say much. He glanced at these people from the Demon Dynasty lightly, and finally told everyone that they had worked hard and should go back and have a good rest.
Now that it has been a day and a night since the war started, the sun rises softly on the horizon, illuminating another kind of beauty in the desert, which seems to herald a new life.
With the death of Yuan Zhong, the Shazhou Demonic Dynasty will inevitably collapse, and the end of a force often means a new beginning.
After the war, Beichenye and Li Nanming endured their grief and led others to clean up the battlefield. Mu Qianyu also planned to stay and help, but Beichenye sent someone back, saying that she was seriously injured and weak and needed to be taken good care of.
"I'm still weak? Then there's nothing good I can do." Mu Qianyu sat up from the bed after the person left and complained to Liu Xiner.
Liu Xiner chuckled and said, "Young Master is worried about you."
"Am I not worried about him anymore?" Mu Qianyu let out a long sigh and said, "Master teaches him how to read and behave, and teaches him cultivation skills. How important it is to him."
Liu Xiner wiped Mu Qianyu's hands and said while doing so: "The death of a close relative is extremely difficult. Your Majesty should spend more time on Shaojun."'
"I know, please step aside first. I'll eat the food later." Mu Qianyu waved his hand, signaling her to leave.
"Yes, Your Majesty, please rest. My maid is waiting outside the door. If you need anything, just call her." Liu Xiner said before leaving and closing the door for her.
Mu Qianyu waved his hand and set up an isolation formation out of thin air, blocking out all movements in the room.
After doing this, she said: "Little Lingling, come out."
A golden light flashed, and the spirit body of the young man in white, visible only to Mu Qianyu, appeared, holding a ball of rolling black energy in his palm.
Mu Qianyu looked at the black energy and said, "Who, did you want to fall into my hands?"
This mass of black energy was naturally Yuan Zhong's soul. The weapon spirit took away the soul and kept it intact. The reason why he did not let him disappear into ashes was because he wanted to learn the secret of Nannan's body from him.
The black energy rolled around unconvinced, and Yuan Zhong's irritable voice came: "Little girl, you are so clever, you can even control my soul body!"
"You should thank me for saving your life. You have to know that I can crush you to death if I want." Mu Qianyu said lightly, with a completely condescending attitude.
She felt that it was much more comfortable to face this mass of black energy, but she really didn't want to see Yuan Zhong's face that looked like he was seriously ill.
"Don't think that I don't know what your intentions are. You just want to save your daughter." Yuan Zhong also said without fear: "As long as I am willing to tell you how to save her, you will crush me to death immediately."
Mu Qianyu had enough time to spend with him, so he asked: "Then what do you do before you are willing to say it?"
"I want you to resurrect me and be my woman. I know you can do it." Yuan Zhong said calmly.
Mu Qianyu gave Qi Ling a look.
The power in the palm of the weapon spirit was activated, and a blazing flame suddenly surrounded the black soul body, and then began to burn.
"Ah ah ah ah ah, woman, you murdered your own husband." Yuan Zhong suddenly screamed like a pig.
Mu Qianyu took an orange from the table, peeled it slowly, and put it in his mouth one by one.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
The burning of the soul was hundreds of times more painful than the body. Yuan Zhong's screams never stopped from the beginning: "Little girl, you are so cruel, ahhhhh!"
"After dinner, I will call you out according to the three meal times in the morning, noon and evening. I will cook you for an hour every day. You can say it whenever you want."
"Don't think that I don't know what your intentions are. You just want to save your daughter." Yuan Zhong also said without fear: "As long as I am willing to tell you how to save her, you will crush me to death immediately."
Mu Qianyu had enough time to spend with him, so he asked: "Then what do you do before you are willing to say it?"
"I want you to resurrect me and be my woman. I know you can do it." Yuan Zhong said calmly.
Mu Qianyu gave Qi Ling a look.
The power in the palm of the weapon spirit was activated, and a blazing flame suddenly surrounded the black soul body, and then began to burn.
"Ah ah ah ah ah, woman, you murdered your own husband." Yuan Zhong suddenly screamed like a pig.
Mu Qianyu took an orange from the table, peeled it slowly, and put it in his mouth one by one.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
The burning of the soul was hundreds of times more painful than the body. Yuan Zhong's screams never stopped from the beginning: "Little girl, you are so cruel, ahhhhh!"