The restraints on Elder Minwei and the others completely disappeared the moment Wen Zhe was caught by Han Ye, and they regained their strength.

Muyan finally stopped playing.

Her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

The cold sweat on my forehead was running down and dry.

Until now, he had stopped sweating and was only left with a sickly bluish white color.

She knew that her body had suffered too much this time.

I'm afraid it will take at least a month to recover.

The same is true for the third senior brother Chu Moli.

But it's all worth it.

In the Mustard Seed Dimension, which was controlled by others and was involuntarily controlled by others, Chu Moli, who was good at spells, was consumed too much, and all the high-level monks were suppressed in strength, they finally fought back and made a comeback.

At this time, everyone gathered around Wen Zhe.

Regardless of spiritual or demonic cultivation, everyone was filled with righteous indignation and wished they could tear this person into pieces.

Minwei said coldly: "Tell me, who is the main messenger behind you?"

"Haha...hahahaha..."

Wen Zhe let out a sad laugh, and his eyes swept over Ling Yusheng, who was very close at hand, and Luo Yu and others.

Then it fell on Muyan and Chu Moli who were not following them.

"Your Highness, the biggest mistake I made was not paying attention to you all from the beginning."

"But I will make up for this mistake at all costs for my master!"

The expression on Wen Zhe's face gradually turned into desperate madness.

Zhongli, who knew him best, changed his expression and quickly exclaimed, "Be careful——!"

He doesn't know what to be careful about.

But it was very clear that when Wen Zhe showed such an expression, he must be planning something.

And he doesn't even care about his own life, risking everything to plot.

All the monks surrounding Wen Zhe stood ready and tensed up instantly.

No matter how depressed Wen Zhe is now, his body is still imprisoned by the [Magic Binding Rope].

But none of these people dare to be careless.

After all, so many demon clan elders and high-level spiritual cultivators were almost killed by him alone.

However, after waiting for a while, there was no response.

Everything was as usual in Tianmei Palace, nothing unusual happened.

Minwei narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Wen Zhe, are you bluffing or trying to delay time? Do you think you will have a way to survive today?"

Wen Zhe gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Regardless of whether he wanted to say it or not, betraying his master would never happen.

Minwei sneered, "Well, it seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, Xue Ji!"

After hearing Minwei's order, Xue Ji's enchanting figure quickly disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Wen Zhe.

And a delicate magic knife appeared in her delicate hand.

This magic sword is called "Zhuoyue".

It has the magic core essence of the most eerie place attached to it.

If you are injured by the "turbid moon", whether you are spiritual or demonic, you will fall into extreme pain and torture.

There is both physical pain and spiritual pain.

And Ying Mei and Xue Ji took action almost at the same time.

What she is best at in the Extreme Realm is torture and assassination.

As a woman from the lower realm, to be able to take the position of leader of the Xuanzi Department, one can imagine Yingmei's ability and temperament.

The sword in her hand was just an ordinary sword, but it was smeared with poison given by the King of Medicine.

It can instantly corrode a person's body and soul.

Experience endless hell in extreme pain, but can neither survive nor die.

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