In that cell, the light was dim, and more than a dozen people were tied up. Those people were all dead, their heads were pierced with fingers, and their brains mixed with blood gushed out, which was shocking.

An old man in a black robe was sitting cross-legged on the ground, breathing continuously.

Ye Chen could feel that the brains and blood of those dead criminals had been swallowed up by this old man.

The old man's demonic aura is magnificent, and his cultivation is obviously very strong. There are chains of magical laws floating on his body, and the rising and falling weather of the sun, moon and stars emerges behind him. The ancient emperor's aura is billowing like a tide, which is quite spectacular.

However, the old man has only one arm.

His right arm was cut off by Qi Gen, and the sleeve of his right hand was empty.

"You are here, Lord of Reincarnation."

The old man opened his eyes, and from his eyes, he could see the endless pain, suffering, hatred and other emotions hidden in the depths.

"Senior is the 'Devil Right Hand' Mo Yu?"

Ye Chen asked.

The old man nodded and said: "It's me, but unfortunately my right hand, including the whole right arm, has been cut off long ago." His tone was quite self-deprecating.

Ye Chen was silent, thinking about how to speak.

Mo Yu said: "Fate has announced your arrival, I heard the voice of Lord Hun Tiandi, he told me to kill you."

Ye Chen heard Mo Yu's calm tone, but without the slightest killing intent, and said with a smile: "Senior, are you going to kill me?"

Mo Yu shook his head and said, "No, from you, I see a turning point in fate."

"I won't kill you."

"At least, not now."

Ye Chen smiled and said: "Then you are going against the will of Emperor Hun?"

Mo Yu was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "I have my own plans, to be honest, I once provoked a very scary person."

"His real name, I don't know, I only know that he is from the original world, proficient in poison, and his name is—"

"The God of Poisonous Hands and Medicine!"

"I'm really crazy. Back then, I wanted to arrest the Poison Hand Medicine God, and I wanted to use him as a sacrifice to enshrine Lord Huntiandi."

"The result is naturally miserable."

"In terms of combat effectiveness, I am slightly better than the God of Poisonous Hands and Medicine. When I fought with him, I destroyed many of his timelines, but his poison technique is superb and unimaginable. Terrible rotting corpses and bones, that is a terrifying poison that can directly rot my right hand."

Speaking of the past, Mo Yu's voice was filled with infinite regret and some hatred, but more pain and helplessness.

In the cemetery of reincarnation, the Poisonous Hand Medicine God chuckled and said, "It seems that he hasn't discovered my existence yet, tsk tsk, a generation of soul clan lords has fallen to such a point that they can't even detect my breath."

Seeing that Mo Yu didn't find the God of Poisonous Hands, Ye Chen felt much more at ease. Then in front of Mo Yu, he had a hidden trump card, and he was not afraid of the other party's turning against him.

"When did that happen?" Ye Chen asked.

Mo Yu's eyes flickered, as if he was caught in memories, the pain on his face deepened, and he said:

"That was a very long time ago. I remember that it should be almost at the end of the Dharma Era."

"My right hand was poisoned, unfortunately I don't have the courage to cut off the wrist of a strong man, no