Everyone stared at Mo Wuji, and Qi Qian was even more excited. He estimated that Mo Wuji's strength was no less than his, but so what if it wasn't?

How many years had he been in this iron cage prison? How long had Mo Wuji been in? He would subdue Mo Wuji in the short time after Mo Wuji entered the prison and was bound by the prison's restrictions. As long as he subdued Mo Wuji, Xi Nianmo was just a small matter.

Almost the instant Mo Wuji stepped into the cage, Qi Qian and Mo Wuji acted simultaneously.

The difference was that Qi Qian launched a magical treasure towards Mo Wuji, while Mo Wuji's divine sense from his Storage Meridian targeted the wooden box in the stone table. Qi Qian, a mere Harmonious God Layer 4 cultivator, was not taken seriously by Mo Wuji at all.

"Boom!" Qi Qian's magical treasure slammed into Mo Wuji's domain. The powerful domain aura directly blasted Qi Qian's magical treasure away, and Qi Qian himself was knocked back, crashing against the iron cage wall.

Mo Wuji seemed completely unaffected. After the power of the divine essence explosion subsided slightly, Mo Wuji already had a wooden box in his hand.

Qi Qian stared blankly at the wooden box in Mo Wuji's hand, then subconsciously looked at the empty stone table behind the iron cage house. After a while, he murmured, "How did you get this wooden box?"

For countless years, he had tried many times, but never succeeded in obtaining the wooden box. But Mo Wuji got the wooden box as soon as he entered. What was the reason for this?

Mo Wuji did not open the wooden box, but sent it directly into the Mortal World with a wave of his hand. Then he sneered at Qi Qian, "I think you should consider your little life. With your little bit of cultivation, you dare to plot the Xirang."

Qi Qian then woke up. When he attacked just now, Mo Wuji didn't fight back, but was blasted away by Mo Wuji's domain. It could be seen that he and Mo Wuji were too far apart. This difference could not be made up by staying in the iron cage house for a longer time.

A chill rose from his spine, and Qi Qian's heart sank completely. This meant that Mo Wuji could kill him at any time.

Mo Wuji ignored him and said to the back of the iron cage house, "I've taken all the things away, and you still haven't come out. You really have patience. If you don't come out, I'm leaving."

"You took my things. Do you think you can leave?" A leisurely voice slowly came out. Following that, behind the stone table, appeared a bald man with skin as delicate as jade. The man's eyes were narrowed into slits. At first glance, this guy looked a bit simple and honest.

"Who are you? How long have you been here?" Qi Qian stared at the bald man like a dazed bird. He had been trapped in this iron cage for so many years, but he didn't know that there was someone hiding behind him.

Mo Wuji immediately felt the spatial rules around him change again. It seemed that he could fall into this spatial rule restraint at any moment.

Mo Wuji chuckled, "I come when I want, and I leave when I want. No one can control me. I think you should worry about yourself. Don't try to hold on."

As he spoke, Mo Wuji took out the wooden box again. This time, he opened the wooden box directly. A piece of soil that had been cut in half lay quietly in the wooden box. The natural chaotic aura could be clearly felt even by Xi Nianmo in the distance.

"That's right, it is indeed Xirang." After Mo Wuji finished speaking, he put away the wooden box, then shook his body. The surrounding rules that had imprisoned him changed again. He stepped into the iron cage as if taking a leisurely stroll. The rules that imprisoned him had no effect at all.

If he wasn't worried about the other party taking the Xirang away, he would have already taken action. Why would he wait until now?

"How can you get out?" The bald, white-faced man looked at Mo Wuji in shock.

He had been wondering how Mo Wuji took the Xirang away before. Now that Mo Wuji easily walked out from under his rule space, he was completely messed up. Could it be that the other party was a true Saint?

He was a Quasi-Saint Layer 7 cultivator. Who was qualified to walk away from his rule space calmly except for a Saint?

The bald, white-faced man was puzzled, and so was Mo Wuji. Since the Xirang was under the other party's control, why did he let Qi Qian lure Xi Nianmo here?

"You..." Qi Qian looked at Mo Wuji blankly, then at the bald, white-faced man, with a confused look on his face. He sadly realized that he was the real bystander.

"Trash, I told you to find a direct descendant who sealed this place back then, but you couldn't even do that, and you brought me a disaster." The bald man saw that Qi Qian was puzzled, and shouted angrily, reaching out to grab Qi Qian.

Unfortunately, Qi Qian hadn't even reacted before he was caught in the bald man's handprint. With a squeeze of the handprint, Qi Qian turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The horrified and puzzled primordial spirit had just overflowed, when it was squeezed again by the surrounding rules and dissipated into nothingness.

When Fei Daoren saw that his master Qi Qian was also pinched to death in just one move, he didn't dare to stay any longer. He turned around and rushed towards the void teleportation gate. At this moment, he only felt regret in his heart. He should have left and not come back to die.

"Pfft!" This time, Xi Nianmo didn't miss the opportunity, and Fei Daoren was directly blasted into pieces by Xi Nianmo. After cultivating frantically for countless years, she finally took revenge.

The bald, white-faced man acted as if he didn't see Xi Nianmo killing Fei Daoren, and continued to stare at Mo Wuji, saying, "Hand over the Xirang, and I'll give you a chance to leave here."

Mo Wuji looked at the bald man in surprise and said, "Is your face whiter than your ass?"

Then he slapped the back of his head, "Oh right, looking at your face, it really seems whiter than your ass."

After saying this, Mo Wuji sacrificed the Half-Moon Heavy Halberd, and the heavy halberd turned into a silver light and slammed out.

"Crack!" The Half-Moon Heavy Halberd, carrying the majestic momentum of tearing space, slammed into the iron cage house. The iron cage house that had trapped Qi Qian for who knows how many years turned into dust under this halberd.

After the iron house shattered, Mo Wuji and Xi Nianmo's eyes lit up, and a real hall appeared in front of them.

The bald, white-faced man was standing in a corner of the hall, and the stone table he had been at before had disappeared. The Yin-Yang fish array patterns that Qi Qian had asked Xi Nianmo to bleed on were now in the center of the hall.

After Mo Wuji tore the iron cage house with one halberd, the bald, white-faced man's face finally changed. At this time, he was sure that Mo Wuji's strength was no less than his, and that going out of the iron cage and taking the Xirang was not done by clever means.

Because only someone who controlled the rules of an independent universe world could shatter the iron cage house here at once.

"Very good, you have enough strength to talk to me. This hall was left behind by an ancient, extremely powerful Saint. Since you have this strength, then that piece of Xirang is my meeting gift to you. After that woman's blood sacrifice opens this hall, I only want one thing inside, and the rest is all yours." The bald, white-faced man did not immediately attack Mo Wuji, but said to Mo Wuji with a solemn expression.

Mo Wuji chuckled, "That Xirang was originally left behind by my friend's ancestors. She has already given it to me, so I don't need you to give it a second time. As for the blood sacrifice, if you like it, you can go and do it yourself. I don't have time to play with you."

But I am interested in opening this hall's space array.

"Stop." Seeing that Mo Wuji wanted to move this hall without going through a blood sacrifice, the bald, white-faced man was shocked and shouted urgently, "If you break the seal of this hall, the space rules here will collapse, and everything will disappear."

"Disappear and disappear. What does it have to do with me?" As Mo Wuji spoke, his divine sense was searching everywhere. He found that the void gate to leave had disappeared.

"Courting death." The bald, white-faced man shouted angrily, and his round body directly pounced on Mo Wuji, a foot-long white light covering Mo Wuji.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack!" At this moment, everything was shattering, and even Mo Wuji's domain began to shatter.

Nothing could stop this foot-long white light. When Mo Wuji's divine sense touched this foot-long white light, he felt that under this foot-long white light, he was seen through completely by the other party.

Then his divine sense began to collapse, his space domain began to dissipate, and even his supernatural powers could not be unleashed. Mo Wuji clearly saw the mocking smile in the other party's eyes, as if everything was in his hands.

What a powerful magical treasure, Mo Wuji thought in shock. If it were someone else, there would really be no good way except to retreat constantly or use forbidden techniques.

Unfortunately, this guy met him. Even if all his sea of consciousness and divine sense were imprisoned, he still had Storage Meridian divine sense.

Mo Wuji directly pointed out, the Yin-Yang of the Seven World Finger.

When heaven and earth are in harmony, all things are born. When Yin and Yang connect, changes arise! One Yin, one Yang, exchanging life and death.

The Yin and Yang in Mo Wuji's Seven World Finger fused with the Cycle of Life and Death. As this finger was pointed out, the aura of life and death in the hall immediately transformed. The bald, white-faced man's vitality was quickly drawn away, and the aura of death instantly filled the other party's surrounding space, then permeated into the Dao rhythm.

"This is impossible." The bald man called out in shock, subconsciously flying away directly. After his Measuring Heaven Ruler was launched, he was only afraid of one situation. That was, under his Measuring Heaven Ruler, the other party could still sacrifice supernatural powers. Now that was the case. Mo Wuji ignored his Measuring Heaven Ruler and could still sacrifice supernatural powers.

As soon as the bald man retreated to the door of the hall, array patterns directly materialized, completely blocking his retreat.

Mo Wuji had already locked the space with Void Divine Runes. As long as the other party dared to ignore him attacking the array patterns, then the next moment would be the other party's death.

"Who exactly are you?" The bald man stopped and stared at Mo Wuji in horror.

"First tell me who you are?" Mo Wuji chuckled, stepped forward, and this time the domain space directly locked the entire hall, completely grasping the advantage in his hands.

"I am Heng Zuo, the third of the Twelve Divine Emperors." The bald man said proudly, then stared at Mo Wuji coldly. The Twelve Divine Emperors were beings with divine positions. Even if the other party also had a divine position, they would have to be somewhat wary of him.