Chapter 4181 The Seventh in the Void, the Cold Corpse Emperor

"puff…"

Xiao Yi passively vomited blood.

He didn't even have the strength to vomit blood.

Just like before, the bloody blood on his body was squeezed out under this terrible pressure.

If you look through the mountain wall, you will definitely be able to see that the body trapped inside is no longer a normal body.

The hands, feet, and limbs, including bones, skin, and flesh, had long been crushed to pieces.

The chest and internal organs have also been shattered.

The pungent blood was mixed in, but not a trace could flow out.

Because the solidity of this mountain is already terrifying and abnormal, there is not even a trace of a gap at all.

The eight powers in his body have long been exhausted.

The last bit of power left is the demonic body.

Only this demonic body is still struggling to support the immortal Taoist body.

The power of the immortal Taoist body was wrapped by Xiao Yi in a few vital parts such as the heart and internal organs.

The heart and these few vital points are actually being broken by this terrible pressure.

It's just that the power of the immortal Taoist body is continuously supporting and repairing it one after another.

In other words, these vital organs, including the heart, are constantly undergoing rupture and weak recovery.

An ordinary person would have died long ago due to his injuries.

Almost the entire body was crushed alive under the pressure, with only a few vital points on the body still barely holding on.

This is an injury that is beyond imagination.

If I had to describe it, it was just Xiao Yi using his immortal body to forcefully hold on to his last breath.

tread…

Emperor Yunwu walked forward slowly, slowly raised his head and looked.

Looking at the head whose face could not be seen clearly, looking at the eyes that were already cloudy and painful, and looking at the sweaty bun.

No...perhaps, the things on the bun are no longer known to be sweat or blood, or a combination of the two.

Emperor Yun Wu's eyes showed a hint of unbearable, but his face was still cold and full of anger.

"Why, is it painful?" Emperor Yunwu stared at Xiao Yi closely.

"But no matter how painful it is, you are still alive after all."

"You will finally have a chance to beg for mercy."

"As far as I know, when my sister died, she didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy."

"When you killed her, you didn't even hesitate."

Xiao Yi was silent. He could only vaguely hear what Emperor Yunwu said, but he didn't have the strength to speak.

His vision was also blurred.

He lowered his head, while Emperor Yunwu raised his head.

The faces and gazes of the two collided.

He could see this absolutely beautiful face, and even though his vision was blurry, he couldn't hide the clear-cut delicacy.

He could see those beautiful eyes that were as brilliant as starlight. Although they were cold, they contained a bit of unbearable emotion.

Whoosh…

Just at this moment, a figure came quickly from the distance.

It was a bald man with a burly build.

The figure fell instantly, and then knelt down on one knee behind Emperor Yunwu.

"Why are you here?" Emperor Yunwu turned around, the coldness on his face had receded, and asked softly.

The bald man said in a loud voice, "It's the Ten Thousand Spirits Liquid newly refined by the Emperor. I sent it here."

"Oh?" Emperor Yunwu's face lit up when he heard this, "The Ten Thousand Spirit Liquid made by my father couldn't be more delicious."

The bald man respectfully handed over a jade pot.

Emperor Yunwu took it and said with a smile, "Okay, you go back to Wanling Mountain first, I will stay here for a few more days."

"Yes." The bald man replied angrily and left respectfully.

This bald man looks like a simple and honest person who is not good at talking.

Demonic spirit.

Xiao Yi could smell this strong evil spirit.

If you guessed correctly, they should be the guardian spirit beasts of Wanling Mountain.

However, if he could be more sober now, he would definitely find that there is something unusual in this evil spirit.

…

one day…

Two days…

In the vast desert of stars, there are only two people on this mountain.

However, there is a person trapped in the mountain, seemingly dead.

Sitting in front of the mountain was a stunningly beautiful woman, holding a jade pot in her hand and drinking from it.

After drinking, he placed it slightly in the jade pot, with a satisfied look on his face, and took a long breath.

Emperor Yunwu looked at the jade pot in his hand, showing the look of a little daughter, "The Ten Thousand Spirits Liquid made by my father is really delicious."

Wanling Liquid is a fine wine famous in the heavens.

For its refining, in addition to all kinds of fruit-like heavenly materials and earthly treasures, there is also a large amount of pure spiritual energy extracted from pure spiritual veins and compressed into liquid.

A newborn soul, even if he does not practice cultivation for the rest of his life, can still live a thousand years after drinking it.

If a warrior drinks it, there will be an astonishing cultivation effect of a spring of Qi flowing into it instantly.

Even a powerful person like Emperor Yunwu would feel refreshed and refreshed if he drank it.

If the Wanling Liquid were placed outside, it would be extremely valuable and would be a rare treasure.

At this time, Emperor Yunwu took another sip of the Ten Thousand Spirits Liquid, slowly raised his head, and looked at the hanging head on the mountain wall, with the bloody mouth hanging from the corner.

Tick...tick...tick...

The bloody blood dripped slowly, drop by drop, not very fast.

But the bloody blood was dark red in color and even smelled a little cold and unpleasant.

This is not fresh blood.

The figure trapped in the mountain was so miserable that it was indescribable.

Emperor Yunwu frowned.

Perhaps, she would let this figure out at the moment when it really couldn't bear it anymore, the moment before she actually died.

Yes, she will.

She never thought about taking the life of this figure.

However, every time she heard this figure's harsh words and cold words, she felt an unconscious anger in her heart.

But she had to deny that this figure was completely beyond her expectation and made her feel surprised again and again.

She never expected that this 'Yi Xiao' actually sustained her nine lashes, and has continued to do so until now.

Emperor Yunwu gritted his teeth slightly.

"If he is willing to beg for mercy now, I will let him out."

Emperor Yunwu thought secretly.

But the next moment, Emperor Yun Wu hummed again, "If this guy doesn't beg for mercy and can really survive this half month, I will consider him submissive and the grievances will be completely wiped out from now on."

Time passes slowly.

Three days…

four days…

Five days…eight days…ten days…

Xiao Yi, who was pressed in the mountain, was enduring this inhuman torture and pain every minute.
To be continued...