Chapter 1143: The Asura Wen Ziming

"Wen Ziming, do you still refuse to submit?" Ye Xinyu smiled lightly; her smile was very charming.

But when Xie Hongyan saw this charming smile, she could not help but tremble in her heart and subconsciously took a few steps back, because she knew clearly that the more charming this woman before her smiled, the more ruthless her methods were.

"No, even though the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array is almost stripping his flesh and blood away, he still hasn't relented," Xie Hongyan shook her head and said, "I think you should just kill him."

As fellow sect members, Xie Hongyan truly could not bear to see Wen Ziming suffer.

Wen Ziming is also one of the Ten Great Asuras, ranked seventh, his Sword Dao is superb, and he has insights into Sword Dao; ten years ago, he independently created the 'Mortal Dust Sword Domain', and his strength is much higher than his cultivation realm.

He had originally come out a long time ago to monitor Ye Xinyu, because even though the Heavenly Mandate Elder was in seclusion, he felt that Ye Xinyu was somewhat uncontrollable, but he had not expected to be trapped by Ye Xinyu in the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array.

Even though he used his own Mortal Dust Sword Domain to form his own world, the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array is an ancient wonder array; after more than a month, Wen Ziming already felt vaguely unable to hold on.

"Killing him is simple, but if I kill him, then everything I have done before will have no meaning," Ye Xinyu smiled faintly, and she stood up and said, "Then let's go see him now."

North of Shengjing, in a deep mountain blessed land dozens of miles away.

It is called a blessed land because this place has pleasant Spiritual Energy and is rarely visited by people; inside a mountain cave, a man stands on a platform.

In front of the platform is a bottomless abyss, and he is deep in thought with his eyes closed, seemingly pondering something intensely.

At this time, the morning sun was just rising, and he was standing above the clouds, with ten thousand rays of light shining through and falling upon his forehead.

Not until this glow fell did he slowly open his eyes and let out a long sigh.

This night of struggling to hold on had finally passed; the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array is strongest at night, when all things are silent, and the Golden Lock Array draws upon the Night Breath, making it endless and pressing down like thunder.

But during the day, after the first ray of sunlight in the world shines down, the Night Breath gradually fades, which is why his pressure is halved.

And this man is none other than Wen Ziming; he looks refined and elegant, and even after being trapped in the Golden Lock Array for many days, his demeanor remains undiminished.

A radiance surged around his body as he withdrew his Sword Domain; a night of struggling had consumed much of his strength, and he had to seize the time while the Golden Lock Array's power was halved during the day to restore his Primordial Qi.

Although this was the case, he felt his body getting worse by the day, because the Primordial Qi he recovered during the day was simply not enough to support his struggle against the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array all night; every dawn, he needed to condense a wisp of vital blood into his essence, spirit, and energy to barely hold on.

But he did not know how much longer such days would last; after all, that woman with the flower-like smile seemed to have no intention of letting him go at all.

Just at this moment, two figures flashed; it was Ye Xinyu and Xie Hongyan who had arrived.

"Not bad, it's been over a month, and you are actually still holding on, and your demeanor remains the same," Ye Xinyu smiled slightly, "It seems that among the Ten Great Asuras, although your strength is not the strongest, your endurance and Dao Heart are definitely number one."

"Whatever methods you have, use them all, or just kill me; however, you should also know clearly what the outcome of betraying the Heavenly Mandate Elder is," Wen Ziming glanced coldly at Ye Xinyu, then closed his eyes to seize the time to restore his strength.

"Whether I betray him or not, the outcome is the same. I was originally just an ordinary person; I only wanted to spend my life peacefully with the person I love and my child, but pitifully, he would not let me," a hint of coldness flashed in Ye Xinyu's eyes, "Since he won't give it to me, then I can only go against him."

"Don't waste your effort either; the power you consume in the Golden Lock Array far exceeds the power you recover during the day," Ye Xinyu looked up and said.

"It doesn't matter, at worst I'll just die," Wen Ziming sneered and said, "You only have these methods."

"Remember, death is never the most terrifying thing," Ye Xinyu smiled lightly, "A fate worse than death is the most terrifying."

"What do you want to do?" Wen Ziming felt the coldness in Ye Xinyu's tone, and he also felt a bit unnerved in his heart, because he did not know how many methods this woman had.

"You are indeed a formidable character; young and accomplished, you have insights into Sword Dao and forcibly realized the Mortal Dust Sword Domain, which can form its own world where you are the master," Ye Xinyu insisted, "If I killed you, it would be a pity to waste all this martial power of yours."

"Hmph, if you want to kill, then kill. If I, Wen Ziming, frown even once, I won't be surnamed Wen," Wen Ziming sneered; as a Dharma Cultivator, he had long since cast life and death aside.

"Hehe, kill you? The most painful thing for a person is not death, but a fate worse than death," Ye Xinyu said calmly, "Do you know of the Demon Pill?"

"Demon Pill?" Wen Ziming opened his eyes abruptly and said sharply, "You have a Demon Pill in your hands?"

"That's right," Ye Xinyu slowly opened both her hands, and in her palms, there was a small figure less than five inches tall.

This small figure had a strange appearance, with four arms and four eyes, and the small figure was made of a Wooden Carving, with countless tiny Talismans engraved on its body; although it was just a wooden carved figure, a trace of evil intent suddenly flowed from the figure, giving one a very sinister and terrifying feeling.

"What do you want to do?" There was already a hint of trembling in Wen Ziming's tone; he knew what the Demon Pill was. This Demon Pill is made from the Demonic Soul of the Nine Netherworlds, and it has the "Puppet Heart Curse" engraved on its body.

Once the Demon Pill merges into your soul, you will lose your original consciousness and become a Walking Corpse; once you become a Walking Corpse, you can only become someone else's Puppet.

And the terrifying part does not stop there; the Demon Pill will destroy all your beliefs, turning you into a killing machine that only knows how to obey others.

"A soul that has merged with a Demon Pill will surely be very interesting," Ye Xinyu smiled lightly, "Do you want to try it?"

"No, don't," Wen Ziming looked at Ye Xinyu in horror; his previous calmness collapsed in this instant.

"It's been over a month, and even the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array couldn't destroy your will, so now I can only use some unconventional methods," Ye Xinyu smiled slightly, "I think using a Demon Pill to destroy a person's will is the best."

"Because after becoming a Puppet, you will lose all emotions and all attachments; in your bones, there will only be the execution of my orders, and in that case, you will never betray me," Ye Xinyu said calmly.