"You're here, I've been waiting for you for a long time. The red-haired hook-nosed middle-aged man glanced at Ding Hao, not surprised at all, turned around and gently cut off a piece of the woman's flesh on the torture instrument with the knife in his hand.

His movements are extremely gentle and slow, as if he were carving a work of art.

It is precisely this range of action that will undoubtedly magnify the suffering of the tortured person to the extreme.

But to Ding Hao's surprise, the huge female body on the torture instrument only trembled slightly, but it didn't let out the slightest wail - Ding Hao clearly felt that the woman was not dead or unconscious, but like a stone man without pain, she had an incredible endurance.

What made Ding Hao even more puzzled was that he clearly felt a trace of familiarity on this woman's body.

"You are the city lord Mo Yuncong?" Ding Hao dispersed the silver ripples around his body, and without the slightest panic, he approached step by step.

The red-haired hook-nosed middle-aged man sighed, and finally began to look at Ding Hao, and said for a while: "Yes, I am the lord of [Northland City], hehe, you are very calm and cautious, what I didn't expect the most was that you were still so young...... It's a pity that as soon as you entered the cell, you were already under my watch. ”

Ding Hao sighed, and said indifferently: "Yes, I would have come in directly, so I didn't have to be so troublesome." ”

"You don't seem to be scared at all. Mo Yuncong said.

Ding Hao smiled and asked rhetorically, "Have you ever seen a tiger afraid of jackals?"

In Mo Yuncong's eyes, a trace of killing intent flashed in an instant, his hooked nose twitched, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "It's really terrifying, when you come here, you dare to be so arrogant, there is a way in heaven for you not to go, and there is no door for hell for you to come." ”

A thought flashed through Ding Hao's mind, and he couldn't help laughing: "Hell? Do you know what the real hell looks like......? Have you ever been to hell?"

Mo Yuncong was stunned, not understanding why Ding Hao suddenly asked like this.

However, he quickly tasted a strong sense of disdain from Ding Hao's words.

"Kill him. Mo Yuncong waved his hand gently.

The fifty black-armored soldiers in the water prison are all elites who have survived the battlefield of life and death, their personal strength is at the peak of the Martial Emperor's realm, and they are also good at the combined attack formation, in his opinion, with Ding Hao's strength, he will definitely die.

He turned around and picked up the sharp knife again, began to cut the body of the female demon star, and whispered softly: "I know that you are in pain, and I know that you can bear it, but what about this pain that lasts all night? Isn't it very uncomfortable to watch your body be shredded again and again? Tell me the mystery of your recovery, tell me where you came from, I can give you a painful death to free you, otherwise, tomorrow the gods of the divine court will come and bring you to the headquarters of the divine court, and there will be more painful criminal laws waiting for you there......"

The female demon star on the torture instrument did not say a word.

More than fifty masters of the Black Armor Army had slowly pressed towards Ding Hao.

The lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, these masters did not have the slightest carelessness, the queue was neat, it was obviously some kind of formation, like an ancient mountain, crushed over, the momentum was terrifying, overwhelming.

Ding Hao's attention stayed on the female demon star on the torture instrument.

The thick long black hair hung down like a waterfall, covering the face of the female demon star, but the pair of bright eyes through the gap in the hair gave Ding Hao a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen such a pair of eyes before.

As if sensing Ding Hao's gaze, the head that had been hanging down raised it, and the moment he saw Ding Hao, his broken body shook slightly.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn sighed faintly.

Ding Hao was instantly struck by lightning, and his eyes were full of incredible eyes.

He suddenly recognized who this female demon star was.

But that's just not possible.

Why is she here?

At the same time, an uncontrollable anger and killing intent burned and boiled in Ding Hao's chest, and the old man in the past suffered such terrible torture, Ding Hao felt that the boiling murderous aura brought by the magic knife that he had been carefully suppressed by himself began to move again.

"Kill!"

The masters of the Black Armor Army made a move in unison.

Ding Hao's figure flashed, and with one punch, he directly knocked a black armor army master in front of him away.

In the next moment, the red flames in the hall flickered, and a hundred metal war puppets appeared out of thin air, surrounding the masters of the Black Armor Army in the middle, and the bodies full of violent metal texture and endless war waves suppressed the masters of the Black Armor Army in an instant.

[Flame Destroyer].

Ding Hao summoned this army of metal death as soon as possible.

Whether it was individual combat power or formation tactics, the [Flame Cutting Army] overwhelmingly crushed the Black Armor Army.

Ding Hao's body was like lightning, approaching Mo Yuncong.

Mo Yuncong's complexion changed, he didn't expect such a thing to happen, the moment his figure retreated, his hands were raised, and the silver sharp knife in his hand turned into a hidden weapon and shot out.

Ding Hao flicked his fingers.

Dingding.

The sharp knife turned directly into silver powder.

Woohoo!

Several sword intent sword qi shot out, enveloping Mo Yuncong's body.

"Who the hell are you?" Mo Yuncong shouted, his hands pulled in the void, and a silver spear appeared in his hand, and with a shake, it transformed into tens of thousands of spear flowers, blooming like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

His strength is the pinnacle of the Martial Emperor, and it can be regarded as good.

Originally, Ding Hao's cultivation was only in the realm of the Eight Martial Emperors, and he had not yet reached the realm of the Martial Emperor, so Mo Yuncong didn't pay attention to it at all, who knew that he really fought each other, only to find that the strength of this young man's combat power was rare in his life, far beyond his Xuan Qi cultivation.

"The one who killed you. ”

Ding Hao's heart was full of murderous intent, and as soon as his mind moved, the sword light flickered and disappeared, or it was as hot as summer, or it was as cold as winter, or it was as majestic as three autumns, or it was as cool as early spring, and his breath changed in a myriad of ways, and one after another sword intent and sword qi roared in the air, completely locking Mo Yuncong.

At the same time, he flicked his left hand.

A few wisps of sword rays shot out silently, shattering all the inhibitions on the body of the female demon star on the torture device.

"Amitabha. The female demon star calmly chanted a Buddha horn.

In the next moment, a little Buddha light flashed in the center of her eyebrows, and then a strong Buddhist power surged in her broken body, and the golden light spread like flesh and blood along her clean white bones, and the entire hall was filled with the breath of Buddhist compassion and holiness, and the faint voice of the Buddha's Sanskrit scriptures echoed......

Her body was rapidly recovering.

On the other side, all fifty Blackarmor soldiers had been knocked to the ground, unable to resist.

Ding Hao did not issue a killing order to the [Flame Destroying Heavenly Army], these black armor troops were only subordinate after all, he didn't know if there was also a demon clan in this world, more than fifty warriors at the peak realm of the Martial Emperor, if they were wiped out, it would be a big loss for the human race.

As for Mo Yuncong, Ding Hao will not keep his hand.

Ding Hao's current combat power, even if he doesn't use the magic knife and the rusty sword, is invincible under the saint, and Mo Yuncong is Ding Hao's opponent?

The so-called miscalculation of one move will lose the whole game.

Mo Yuncong was in such a situation at this time.

He wanted to activate the alarm in the water prison and recruit the guards on the ground to help, but he was surprised to find that the alarm inscription formation in the water prison had become invalid, and he couldn't send any news to the outside world at all.

"How can this be?" Mo Yuncong's heart sank.

He had a sense of being cocooned.

Ding Hao sneered.

Along the way, any inscription formation could not escape his divine sense, not to mention that in this water prison, the formations arranged were also of ordinary level, and he could change them with just a movement of his mind.

Woohoo!

The sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the sword intent is pervasive.

"Ah......h

Ding Hao stopped.

"Amitabha!" The Buddha light on the female demon star's body gradually converged, turning into a golden striped robe, enveloping the crystal and soft jade body, the injuries on her body had already fully recovered, and her long black hair flew without wind, revealing an extremely beautiful face.

"Come on. Ding Hao pointed to Mo Yuncong, who was lying on the ground with a frightened face.

This ruler of the Northland City frantically drove Xuan Qi to heal his injuries, but in despair he found that his wounds were filled with a strange sword intent power, which could not be expelled at all.

"Amitabha, good, good. The woman sang Sanskrit, and her beautiful eyes were as pure as mountain streams and autumn springs.

"You ...... You can't kill me, I'm the city lord appointed by the Divine Court......" Mo Yuncong was frightened, and roared frantically, no longer having the cruel and calm ruthless posture he had before.

"The Buddha said, eliminate sinful karma, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the ground. The woman's clear and compassionate gaze looked at Mo Yuncong.

The latter's frantically struggling posture gradually calmed down.

His eyes were confused at first, and then a trace of resistance and struggle appeared, but soon he seemed to give up, his eyes were full of remorse, he actually turned over, knelt on the ground on his knees, and wept bitterly: "I have a heavy sin, my sins are unforgivable, I regret it, I have done so many hurtful things, my hands are stained with blood, I should go to the eighteenth layer of hell......"

He wept bitterly, without the slightest pretense, but a confession from the depths of his soul.

Ding Hao glanced at the woman beside him with some surprise.

Such a terrifying spiritual attack technique can actually disintegrate a person's will and soul.

"I deserve to die...... Mo Yuncong suddenly jumped up, slapped his backhand on his head, and suddenly it was like breaking a watermelon, his brain burst out, and the whole person fell on his back, and died of anger.

Ding Hao's heart was dark.

He suddenly realized, since this woman had such profound cultivation and supernatural powers, why didn't she use it before, and let Mo Yuncong lock her up and torture her for so many days? Could it be that she had been waiting for something?