God Concubine Supreme

In the dark cell, there was silence.

Mu Qinglan sat cross-legged quietly, and only slowly opened her eyes when she felt that the injuries in her body had almost recovered.

At this time, the emotions in her heart have been completely suppressed, and her eyes are calm.

She stretched, and could hear crackling sounds coming from inside her body.

In fact, during this period of time, she found that her physical strength had increased a lot, especially when that man kicked her calf not long ago. When she was lying on the ground, even she herself was surprised.

She has never devoted much time to cultivating the physical body, but the speed of growth is always faster than expected.

There are also injuries in the body, and the recovery speed is getting faster and faster.

Sometimes Mu Qinglan doesn't pay special attention to some minor injuries, or even treat them at all, but often, those minor injuries recover as before.

Although Mu Qinglan was very strange about this before, she didn't pay much attention to it, but after experiencing many things, she found that this brought her far more benefits than she imagined.

Mu Qinglan knew that when cultivating Yuanli, some cultivators themselves would choose some good techniques for cultivating the physical body as their realm improved.

But she has never chosen this, but the strength in this aspect has always been growing at an extraordinary speed.

For some reason, Mu Qinglan suddenly remembered the agreement with that man in the Seventh Peak.

——He said that he asked Mu Qinglan to be the first to cultivate the real body of the Lord, and then break through to the Lord!

At that time, Mu Qinglan felt very unbelievable, but when he asked Xueyou, he didn't seem to be particularly embarrassed.

As if...something hadn't been told to her.

"Bring him here!"

A rude voice came, and Mu Qinglan looked up when she heard the sound, and there were two menacing men standing in front of her cell, with strange and expectant excitement on their faces.

Now they are picking the lock.

And not far behind them, stood a burly middle-aged man.

What he just said was what he said.

Seeing this posture, Mu Qinglan somewhat guessed something in his heart.

Qing Wu next to him suddenly moved, and he seemed to gloat:

"Finally it's your turn. You'll know after a while, who can be messed with here, and who - can't be messed with!"

Mu Qinglan raised her eyes, and quickly exchanged glances with Qingwu.

really. These people wanted to drag her over to torture her.

"It's not for you to talk! Please be honest with me!"

The middle-aged man pointed at Qing Wu and yelled loudly.

Qing Wu seemed a little apprehensive, and took a step back.

Those two people had already come in at this time, clasped Mu Qinglan's shoulders from left to right, and led her out.

When walking over, Mu Qinglan deliberately slowed down, looked at Qingwu, and sneered.

"If you are capable, just wait for this young master to come back!"

Qing Wu spat.

"When the dragon thorn whip falls on you and makes you roll all over the ground in pain, let's see if you can still be so arrogant!"

"Okay! Shut up for me! What are you two doing, hurry up!"

The middle-aged man shouted impatiently.

The two people behind Mu Qinglan hastened to speed up, pushing Mu Qinglan forward.

Mu Qinglan looked back at Qingwu with some reluctance.

"You wait for Master Ben! You—"

Before Mu Qinglan could finish her sentence, the man behind her grabbed her neck and twisted her away forcefully.

"You don't fucking understand human speech, do you! Let your mother be honest! If you move around indiscriminately, be careful to break your neck directly!"

Mu Qinglan laughed, showing no sign of weakness:

"Okay! You can do it if you have the ability! This young master wants to see if you dare to touch me! Let me tell you, if I die, Bai Song will never want to know about some things!"

Mu Qinglan's words were full of air, and many people around could hear them clearly.

Of course, Qingwu who was not far away heard it verbatim.

Seeing Mu Qinglan's arrogant attitude, the two men became annoyed: "You—"

"Shut up! Bring me over!"

Mu Qinglan was then taken to the depths.

The man in front knocked a few times on the wall that seemed to be the end, and a door appeared.

He walked in first.

"Go in, you!"

The man behind pushed Mu Qinglan out.

She staggered and was pushed in.

When she stood still, the door behind her was completely closed.

--boom!

Mu Qinglan slowly raised her head and looked around.

This is an extremely confined small space, except for a few burning lamps on the surrounding walls, there is no light at all.

With that little light, Mu Qinglan could clearly see all kinds of instruments of torture placed all around.

Some of them she had seen before, some of which she hadn't seen, but she could probably guess how they tortured people just by looking at them.

The middle-aged man looked at Mu Qinglan, originally wanting to see a look of panic on her face, but Mu Qinglan's expression did not change at all from the beginning to the end, and even when he saw something, he would show a look of panic. Looks very interested.

This feeling is very unpleasant.

"Have you finished reading? Have you decided which one to use first?"

The man spoke gloomily.

Mu Qinglan raised her eyes and saw a whip hanging on the wall behind the man.

Different from those scattered instruments of torture on the ground, as soon as Mu Qinglan saw this whip, he knew that it must be the most terrible punishment here!

She suddenly remembered the "Dragon Thorn Whip" that Qingwu said before, maybe it was this thing?

He was reminding Mu Qinglan to be careful with this whip no matter what.

However, in Mu Qinglan's heart, there was no fear.

The so-called dragon thorn whip is probably related to dragons. If it were someone else, they might be worried, but only Mu Qinglan would not be like this.

--joke!

Not only did she contract the eighth-rank ice-eyed bone dragon, but she even had the blood scale of a golden dragon in her body. Unless the ancient dragon was here, she really couldn't think of anything related to the dragon clan that could threaten her!

Probably Mu Qinglan's expression stimulated him, he turned his head to look at the dragon thorn whip, and snorted coldly:

"It seems that you really want to try the power of this thing..."

Mu Qinglan smiled, and said indifferently: "You have already brought me here, can I really decide what to choose?"

It's nothing more than posturing.

"You can see clearly."

The man said something indifferent, but he couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a belittling.

He stretched out his hand and held the dragon thorn whip in his hand.

"I'll give you one last chance. If you're willing to say it, you can go out now. If you're not...don't blame me for being rude!"

Mu Qinglan smiled but wasn't smiling.

This is what they said politely.

Bai Song wanted to get the words out of her mouth, but his thinking was too simple!

Seeing Mu Qinglan's expression, the man swung his whip down suddenly!

Snapped!

The extremely loud whip sound suddenly sounded!

Then, it fell heavily on Mu Qinglan's body!

A streak of blood quickly spread from her arm!

…

Hall Master Baisong sat on the chair and did not speak for a long time.

The small bronze round platform above the table has fallen down, and the jade slip has also been put back.

However, Hall Master Baisong's mood has not been relieved for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, he took a deep breath, got up and walked outside.

"Come on, call Bai Mingzhi immediately!"

Soon, the deputy hall master Bai Mingzhi hurried over.

After entering the room, Bai Mingzhi saluted respectfully, but after getting up, he found Hall Master Baisong's expression was a little strange.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

It looked like something big had happened...

Hallmaster Baisong cut to the chase: "Mingzhi, I have some matters and I need to go to the Holy Peak in person, and you will be in charge of this place first."

Bai Mingzhi was taken aback: "What's wrong with you? What happened, that you need to go there in person?"

The Eight Great Hall Masters will only go to the Holy Peak every year when they are in the Holy Heaven Sect General Assembly. There is still half a year before the General Assembly. Why is it that they are going suddenly?

Could it be that something extraordinary happened?

Hall Master Baisong frowned and said: "This matter is of great importance, so don't ask so many questions. During my absence, you should take good care of this place so that nothing goes wrong."

Bai Mingzhi quickly said: "Yes. Don't worry, Mingzhi will do his best and never let you worry."

He originally wanted to say that he would go instead by himself, but looking at the battle, Hall Master Baisong would definitely not agree, so he didn't say anything at all.

While speaking, Hall Master Baisong nodded, then turned around and planned to leave.

"Master!" Bai Mingzhi called him quickly: "How long are you going?"

Hall Master Baisong hesitated for a while, feeling really irritated in his heart.

Who knew such a ghost thing would happen! He can't even determine how long it will take!

After thinking for a while, he said:

"At least ten days, as many as one month."

"yes!"

The figure of Hall Master Baisong quickly entered the back room.

Bai Mingzhi stood outside respectfully with his hands down, waiting for a long time.

He knew that there was a teleportation array that went directly to the holy peak, and most people didn't know this secret, except for the hall master and deputy hall master.

After about half an hour, Bai Mingzhi gradually raised his head, looked at the direction Bai Song was leaving, and a strange smile gradually appeared on his face.

Now that the hall master has left, this place...is naturally his world.

"I hope you... have a good journey..."

Bai Mingzhi said slowly, the aura around him gradually became colder.

He walked to the table, turned around under the table skillfully, and opened the mechanism on the table.

Afterwards, he took that piece of jade slip in his hand, and put on it a piece that was exactly the same.

After packing everything up, leave as usual.

Auntie is dead...