-- beginning of the chapter--As soon as he heard this roar, Uncle Qiu's face changed greatly, and his whole body rushed in with a shake.
Su Xi was still stunned, Wei Chengyuan hurriedly pulled her up and followed her.
As soon as he entered the door, Suxi smelled a strong smell of medicine.
It wasn't the fresh aroma of the elixir, but the smell similar to the herbs she processed, but with a sickening musty smell more than the herbs she had boiled.
Immediately after, a heart-rending roar came, and Su Xi followed the prestige, and soon saw a man tied to a chair by a bundle of immortals.
From the outside, this man looked about thirty or forty years old, and the moire brocade dark purple silk shirt he was wearing, with faint spiritual power fluctuations flowing on it, was obviously a valuable defensive magic weapon.
Although the middle-aged man's appearance was average, he was even more embarrassed at this time, and his face was distorted and he was wailing in pain, but he naturally exuded a kind of non-angry and self-authoritative aura, which made him not look embarrassed at all.
This middle-aged man is obviously a person who has been in the top position for a long time.
However, no matter how high the status is, as long as you are entangled by illness, even if you become an immortal, you will live in hellish torture.
At this time, the middle-aged man was surrounded by seven or eight people, each of whom had many wounds.
But what shocked Suxi was that each of these seven or eight people had the strength of the Yuan Infant Stage, and a few of them might even have reached the peak of the Yuan Infant Stage.
And such a master of the infancy stage of seven or eight yuan, in order to subdue a person who was tied up by an immortal rope, was even injured.
It is enough to imagine how profound the middle-aged man's strength is.
In fact, Su Xi really couldn't see through the strength of this middle-aged man, and he couldn't even understand his depth at all.
The only thing that made her have this situation was her own cheap master, Xuan Qingzhen.
Even Nangong Yu and Xuan Mu, although she can't see through the real cultivation, she can also faintly feel their strength level.
It seems that the man in front of him is the one in the mouths of Uncle Qiu and Wei Chengyuan?
There is actually such a terrifying person on the Miluo Continent?
Is he really from this continent?
Could it be that like Master, he is also from the Siam mainland?
The thoughts in Su Xi's mind turned in a thousand ways, and over there, seven or eight Yuan Infant Stage martial artists couldn't control that statue.
The bundle of immortal ropes tied to that body became tighter and tighter, and the light of spiritual power became more and more abundant, but it made a terrifying clicking sound.
Uncle Qiu, who had just entered the door, changed his face greatly, and hurriedly rushed forward to help, and said anxiously: "What's the matter?"
Isn't there supposed to be another hour?
Why did it happen early?
” As he spoke, he used all his spiritual power to stop the middle-aged man's movement.
Because of Uncle Qiu's joining, the middle-aged man's frantically struggling body finally quieted down, and a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes.
However, just as Uncle Qiu and the others were calming down, suddenly the middle-aged man burst out with a beastly roar again. only heard the sound of "pop", and the bundle of immortal ropes that bound him was actually broken open, and the rest was also crumbling, as if it would break at any time.
Su Xi's eyes froze, her slender five fingers stretched out, and three silver needles appeared between her fingers, about to shoot towards the statue.
Wei Chengyuan, who was standing behind Su Xi, happened to look at her, and when he saw her actions, he was about to be scared out of his heart attack, his mouth opened, and he was about to shout "Xi Yue, stop".