He felt as if his mouth was filled with lead and was too heavy to open.

High in the sky, Xie Jun, Xie Ruhai and others have slowly fallen.

In the distance, from all directions, evil cultivators are still quickly surrounding them.

In an instant, the nine guardians and elders of the Evil Lord's Mansion, including the legendary Supreme Dugu, arrived together, following closely behind the Evil Lord.

"Ant? Trash? Really?" Evil Lord said to himself coldly.

"Xiao Xun in black robe, do you think you are very strong?"

"Okay, I will let you die more miserably than an ant. You will die on top of ants that are countless weaker than you."

"There must be ordinary executioners in the execution hall."

Xie Ruhai, who was standing beside him, looked at the Xie Cultivator behind him.

Several old men who were at the beginning level of the legend walked out quickly.

Evil Lord frowned.

Xie Ruhai bowed and said, "Your Majesty, there are all elite warriors in the torture hall, and the weakest ones are all at the peak of the world."

"Although these elders are qualified to step into the Ten Thousand Legend Paths, they can grasp it more accurately."

"Yeah." Xie Jun relaxed his brows and nodded.

"I want this monster to be cut into pieces with a thousand cuts."

"Piece of skin and flesh, slowly cut off."

"Slowly pick out the meridians one by one."

"Bone by bone, slowly break it."

Evil Lord's mouth seemed to be saying the most vicious words in the world.

Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…

Several old men who were in the early stages of the legend instantly flashed to Xiao Yi's side.

At this moment, Xiao Yi was lying on the ground helplessly.

Let go of the past, and the mere entry-level legends are nothing more than ants in his eyes, who can be killed with a wave of his hand.

Now, Evil Lord's two palms had left him seriously injured and on the verge of death, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

"Your Majesty, do you need to abolish his cultivation first, or abolish his limbs and five senses?" Several old men asked respectfully.

"No need." Evil Lord shook his head, "Leave him to practice so that he can survive until the end."

"Keep him eyes and ears, so that he can watch with his own eyes pieces of his own skin and flesh being scraped out, and listen to his own screams of pain."

"Yes." Several old men respectfully accepted the order.

"Let's do it." Evil Lord said three words indifferently.

There are countless evil cultivators around, as well as countless strong people.

A generation of evil kings, nine elders, nine protectors, Supreme Dugu, plus hundreds of thousands of elite evil cultivators who came quickly and surrounded the surroundings.

How can Xiao Yi still escape today?

Even he can't do anything at this moment.

What awaits him may be just a miserable death.
Chapter completed!