Hearing Mo Tianxiang's very weak voice, Hun Sen was shocked. Looking at Mo Tianxiang who was so close to him, he saw a firm look in his eyes.

"Proud?" Hun Sen smiled coldly and said, "I think you are mentally broken?"

"Okay!" Hun Sen's mouth raised a cruel arc and smiled grimly, "Are you proud? Yes, I'll let you continue to be proud!"

Hun Sen's fingers slightly twitched, and a long whip with sharp barbs appeared in his hand out of thin air. The appearance of this long whip looked like a thorn, and a powerful fluctuation was emitted all over his body, which made Mo Tianxiang's body shudder spontaneously.

Bang!

Hun Sen's palm shook, and the long whip of thorns hit the ground, instantly creating a shallow mark about one meter long, which looked very shocking.

The floors of the dungeon are all paved with black iron stone as hard as steel. How could it be an ordinary thing that can leave traces on it?

What Hun Sen was holding was not an ordinary weapon, but an innate treasure!

"Aren't you proud? I'll let you continue to be proud! Enjoy the pain of life with pride!"

After saying that, Hun Sen suddenly raised his hand, and a "swish" sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the long whip was swung high. If the whip was taken down, it would definitely make you lose your skin!

"Since you are so pleased with the pain your son brings to you, then you can taste this pain carefully!"

Before he finished speaking, Hun Sen's arm suddenly swung his head towards Mo Tianxiang's shoulder. If it really hits, Mo Tianxiang's shoulder blades will definitely break directly.

Bang!

A crisp tone sounded, but Hun Sen did not see the scene of flesh and blood flying in his imagination.

What he had never expected now was before him.

At this time, the long thorn whip in his hand stopped strangely at a position nearly half a meter above Mo Tianxiang's head, and was in an extremely abnormal suspended state.

Seeing this extremely strange situation, Hun Sen's perception instantly burst out, and in panic, he shouted: "Who!"

After his words fell, no one answered, and the whip hanging in the void also bounced out at this moment. Because the power was too sudden, Hun Sen didn't even react, and the whip flew out of his hand and landed on the ground.

"What's going on?!" The smiling tiger guard who had been beside Hun Sen was stunned when he saw this scene. In his eyes, it seemed as if Hun Sen suddenly took back his long whip.

"It seemed like someone suddenly stopped me just now!" Hun Sen's face was a little gloomy, he looked at the four sides with vigilance, showing an extremely cautious look.

Hearing Hun Sen's words, the Smiling Tiger Guard couldn't help but become scared and said in shock: "But there is no one! Is it a ghost?!"

"What a panic! Calm down, I'm there!" Hong Sen shouted coldly. Although he was teaching others a lesson, he was extremely panicked inside. He had never seen such a strange thing before.

He hurriedly glanced around and scolded, "Who is pretending to be a ghost here? Why don't you come out for me now!"

Hun Sen wandered in the cell, but no one answered him.

"What the hell is going on?"

Hun Sen frowned and stared at the long whip of thorns that had just fallen to the ground, thinking. He was indeed caught off guard by a force just now, so the long whip was let out. However, after a careful perception, he found that there was no one else here.

"Did I just shook my hands?"

Recalling the feeling that was whipped to steel just now, Hun Sen immediately denied his thoughts and couldn't help but shout: "Absolutely impossible!"

"But if it weren't for an illusion, what could it be?"

Just as Hun Sen was in infinite entanglement, a terrifying sense of crisis suddenly came! It triggered his intuitive alarm!

In this short moment, he suddenly turned around, and a huge amount of spiritual power gushed out of his palm. In a flash, a wall of spiritual power that was five meters thick rose in front of him!

Just the next second, the empty space in front of us was rippling with ripples, and a sharp force collided onto the spiritual wall. In an instant, an extremely powerful wave of power spread out!

Rumble!

The roar exploded, but I didn't see anything attacking the spiritual power wall. The five-meter-thick spiritual power wall actually collapsed in an instant!

The smiling tiger guard directly hit the wall because of this strong fluctuation and fainted. Hun Sen's condition was slightly better. He took a few steps in succession and stood at the position behind Mo Tianxiang.

Hun Sen looked forward vigilantly, and the space in front of him was slightly distorted. There was a blurry and hazy figure at the door of the prison cell, and an extremely awe-inspiring murderous intent was spreading out of this figure!

In an instant, Hong Sen's hair stood upside down. What made him really scared was that this extremely strong murderous intent was completely aimed at him alone!

"But what hidden martial arts have you used! Since it has been exposed, get out of here!"

The words suddenly fell, and Hun Sen raised his hand and released a series of spiritual powers like arrows toward the door of the cell!

Accompanied by the sound of "swish" the spiritual power rushed straight towards the vague figure!

Seeing this, the figure moved one after another. The originally illusory figure became ghostly at this moment, floating in a vague way. He only saw him trembling in place for a few times, and easily avoided several spiritual power training.

However, there were a few spiritual arrows that could not dodge, so the ghost figure released a dark red evil force and directly crushed it.

With the continuous release of power, the vague figure is gradually solidifying.

The extremely blurred facial features became clearer, and a very handsome face also emerged from the void at this moment!

When he saw the face that left an indelible impression in his memory, Hun Sen's pupils tightened into a needle-shaped shape, and he immediately opened his mouth and cried out: "Mo Fan?"

That’s right! It’s nothing else in front of Hun Sen, it’s Mo Fan!

Hearing these two words that touched my heart, Mo Tianxiang, who had been bowing his head deeply, suddenly raised his head at this moment, and his turbid and bloodshot eyes stared at the pretty figure five meters away in front of him.

"Fan'er! Go quickly!"

At this moment, Mo Tianxiang almost used all his strength to roar, and his voice was heart-wrenching and spread to Mo Fan's mind.

Looking at Mo Tianxiang's pale cheeks that were not as bloody as ever, Mo Fan's heart was bleeding! Unlimited hatred and anger surged into his mind, dividing his rationality and calmness!

"Wow! I really didn't expect you to be a filial son!"

At this time, Hun Sen seemed to be crazy and grinned and smiled wildly, staring at Mo Fan with a pair of hideous eyes, as if he wanted to swallow him alive!

The humiliation that Mo Fan brought to him was like a gangrene, and it could not be removed at all! The reason why he could come to this dirty dungeon was also thanks to Mo Fan! How could he not hate him?

Although Hun Sen's life in the dungeon was very comfortable and there were so many "toys" for him to play with, the environment here was really bad! The heavy bloodiness and disgusting stench were all things he had to face every day!

Moreover, as the elder of the punishment, he could enjoy countless treatments, and these treatments disappeared because of Mo Fan!

Although the Great Elder really lost the status and power of the elders of Hun Sen to punish him, the Great Elder was not something he could afford. Although the Great Elder has been imprisoned now, who can tell the truth about the future?

After all, the combat power of the Nine Star Venerable is not something that any sect can afford. Even in giant sects like Xuanjian Sect and Tianxing Sect, the combat power of the Nine Star Venerable is definitely a pillar.

It's not sure, after a while, the elder will be restored to his post. Although the chance is not very high, Hun Sen didn't have the courage to take a gamble.

So Hun Sen naturally moved the anger of demotion to Mo Fan. As time goes by, this idea becomes more deeply rooted!

Looking directly at the pretty face that left a deep impression in his memory, Hun Sen's mouth made a "cuckling" sound, and he bit his teeth into pieces!

From this we can see how strong Hun Sen’s hatred for Mo Fan is, and this hatred can no longer be expressed in words!
Chapter completed!