In the dark night, a fire fell from the sky and fell into the depths of the earth, breaking the tranquility of the forest and shaking the mountains.
There was a huge pit of nearly 100 meters on the ground, and halfway through the pit, a figure as black as ink was trying its best to escape out of the pit, and at the center of the pit, the scorching flame suddenly turned into white ice crystals.
"Phoenix Drive Nine Heavens" accompanied by the girl's light drink, a phoenix with ice crystals tens of meters long with its wings stretched out, along the turbulence of spiritual power that collided fiercely in the air, like an infinitely extended ice crystal corridor, straight towards the black shadow.
Extremely cold, the icy breath did not reach itself, but the pitch-black figure could not help but shiver, and the originally stable body also became swaying, but the pace under his feet became faster: for fear of being chased by the ice crystal phoenix.
The pursuit lasted only a moment, and the ice crystal phoenix pierced through the pit and rushed into the night sky, leaving behind a long icicle that was only a few seconds away.
It's a pity that in the end, I couldn't leave that figure together and shape it into that wonderful ice sculpture.
A second before the bone-chilling cold air infected the whole body, a violent fluctuation suddenly shook under the feet of the pitch-black figure, shattering all the ice crystals that almost wrapped around his feet, leaving two equally pitch-black trajectories, struggling to jump away from the impact orbit of the ice crystal phoenix.
"Hehe, I'm sorry, you sent it yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless" The mocking laughter suddenly sounded, and before the pitch-black figure was glad that he had escaped the fatal blow, a silver light flashed, covering the faint moonlight At the same time, a figure that was also pitch-black suddenly appeared in front of him, under his frightened gaze, gradually approached him, until he disappeared.
Then, a scarlet blood cross slash appeared clearly in front of the belly of the pitch-black figure, completely tearing apart the mortal body, and at the same time, the dantian hidden in the depths as the source of the cultivator's power also carried out a crushing blow.
"What kind of person are you" The pain swelled along with the feeling of powerlessness surging all over the body, and as an ordinary cultivator, I was afraid that I would not be able to stand the fainting pain at all and die, but this pitch-black figure gritted its teeth and persevered, looking at the person in front of him with a frightened gaze.
"Really, you don't have to be so ruthless, right" Another pursuer, carrying an axe that was completely out of shape, came over, and when he saw the miserable appearance of the dark figure, he couldn't help but complain to the initiator, so that the dark figure had a good impression of it.
Yes, even if it is a person who jumps out to attack him for no reason, there is always some sympathy, and this person is much better.
But immediately after Wang Ruochen's words, the pitch-black figure completely denied his good feelings at the moment: "If he accidentally dies of pain, how can we ask something from his mouth, is it difficult to find another lurker" Well, it's not that I care about how horrible this treatment is, it's just that I'm just worried about whether it will cost more work.
"Hehe, don't worry, big sister, I'm very measured, this guy can't die if he wants to."
Leng Tomb smiled.
Destroying the dantian was definitely not a prank on the whims of the cold tomb, but the best way to deal with capturing a cultivator.
Without the dantian, the cultivator can be said to be completely wasted, and in this way, it is impossible to want to blow himself up or something.
And if it is a mortal who likes to bite his tongue and commit suicide or something, not to mention whether he will really die if he does so, some actions that may bring life-threatening actions cannot be done at all with the physical state of the pitch-black figure at the moment.
Even if it can be done, an ordinary mortal, is it possible that he can still make some waves in the hands of Wang Ruochen and his two cultivators, Leng Tomb When there is cultivation, you can't escape, let alone a waste person now, so naturally you don't need to worry at all.
"Hey, isn't it good, why are we attacking you suddenly" After confirming that there would be no problem, Wang Ruochen squatted down with relief, put his head in front of the pitch-black figure who was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't even move, and said with a weird smile. “。。。。。。”
If you say too much, you will lose, although you are not sure whether the two men and women in front of you have anything to do with the family, the dark figure still chooses to be silent.
It is true that it is difficult for him to die now, but he will not be afraid at all, because he has already trained.
"Leng Tomb, this kid seems to be unwilling to cooperate, do you have any way to make him speak" Wang Ruochen didn't have the patience to waste time with a guy who refused to speak, so he simply stood up, rushed to his little brother Leng Tomb on the side, and gave orders.
"Hehe, this is simple, even if he refuses to speak, we just want information, everyone is here, can we still find it" Leng Tomb smiled, and didn't think it was so difficult to poke out information from a person's mouth.
"I said man, what we want to know is very simple, you tell us who is standing behind you, and that's fine.
You said that you are already a waste person anyway, even if you let you go back now, the forces behind you may not appoint you again.
Well, it shouldn't just be a matter of appointment, a loser like you is generally not going to die well, right, since you are also dying when you go back, it is better for you to explain it here, and I can also ensure that you will be a safe and secure ordinary person in the future, how about it" Leng Tomb spoke very casually, although it seemed to be an admonition, but the tone of his voice did not have that kind of sincerity at all.
"Joke, you have made me a mortal, and now you still have the face to keep me safe, don't deceive people too much."
The pitch-black figure had a look of disdain, although his voice trembled because of the pain in his body, and that unwavering spirit came naturally.
"You're right, but this person, you can't keep thinking about the past, right, you're already a mortal, so you naturally have to think about your future life, is it possible that you still think that you are a cultivator" Leng Tomb smiled without any guilt at all.
But under the moonlight, there was no clear smiling face, and in front of the eyes of the dark figure, there was only the word "underdrawing" left.
"Leng Tomb, you can't do it, I don't think he plans to say anything at all."
Wang Ruochen was already impatient.
"That's why you say that you are not suitable for this kind of thing, eldest sister, don't look at him putting on such a generous face to die, if you can live, you must still hope to survive.
It's just that he is a little worried and scared in his heart, suspecting that we will kill him directly after he tells everything, so he dares to stiffen with us like this.
Leng Tomb explained somewhat self-righteously.
But it is undeniable that Leng Tomb's words more or less also said something about what the dark figure was thinking at the moment.
Maybe if they are ordinary cultivators, once their cultivation is lost, the sense of great disparity may even make them choose zish.
But the pitch-black figure is not an ordinary cultivator, as a cultivator specializing in special tasks, how to save his life and complete the task has always been the first thing to think about.
It doesn't matter how the cultivation is lost to the dark figure.
But Leng Tomb is definitely wrong: the insistence of the pitch-black figure at the moment is not because he doesn't trust them, so he refuses to talk about the conditions.
It's just that he can't leak this information to them, and all he has to do is bite everything until he dies.
Dying is indeed the easiest way, but it is not a practical way in this situation.
The pitch-black figure wanted to live, and he didn't want to reveal any information, so he was temporarily stalemate here, as long as he persisted, things would eventually turn around.
"How do I feel that you are so mysterious, have you ever done this kind of thing, before" Wang Ruochen was still a little uneasy.
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"To be precise, it's really not once, but this thing, I've never eaten pork, haven't I seen a pig run, so many people in my family love to do this kind of thing, I've seen a lot since I was a child, don't worry."
Leng Tomb still looked relaxed and didn't care at all.
"You see, my eldest sister has grown impatient, and has begun to wonder if I can do it.
In order not to lose face in front of her, I advise you to cooperate obediently.
As for your worries, how to say it, I will directly ask you to believe me, and I know that you will definitely not listen, but I can tell you very clearly, if you are not obedient, then you may have to encounter a painful experience that you may never have experienced in your life, and will remember it for a lifetime. ” Bishou, who exuded the aura of calamity, gently crossed the forehead of the pitch-black figure, slowly separated the pitch-black scarf that had always wrapped around the face, and a face that was so ordinary that it could not be found at all when it was put into the crowd appeared in front of Leng Tomb and Wang Ruochen, but it was very calm, and the bright eyes reflected the luster of perseverance, showing the master's determination at the moment.
"Hmph."
Leng snorted, and didn't say anything more, just a kind of disdain and contempt, and didn't care about Leng Tomb's words.
If it weren't for the lazy and lazy torture, the pitch-black figure really wanted to mock Leng Tomb fiercely, I am afraid that the sky is high, it is actually Leng Tomb himself, a cultivator like him, where may he not have experienced those tortures Rather, if it weren't for what he went through, and finally persevered, he wouldn't have been able to lie here.
Tens of millions of people were trained and tortured together like hell, and in the end, only a few people survived.
And he is one of the few lucky ones, and the so-called torture has long been deeply integrated into the blood and bones.
"Brother, you shouldn't be looking down on me, right" Leng Tomb had an expression of disbelief, which caused a burst of contempt.
Bishou's silver light flashed, mercilessly slashing through the pale fingertips of the pitch-black figure that were illuminated in the moonlight.
With a tearing pain, a whole piece of nail cover was forcibly removed by the cold tomb with bishou, round and complete.
"Well, don't even frown, it looks like there are a few brushes, but don't be too proud, it's just a joke, it's far from torturing you."
Leng Tomb smiled evilly, his handsome face flashing with moonlight, extremely charming and hideous.
With that, with another swipe, a new, bloody nail cover was removed again, and it was dropped on the previous one.
"Don't worry, I'll help you take off your shell first."
Without the slightest sympathy at all, the bishou of the cold tomb gradually became faster.
A second later, ten fingernails were placed on the forehead of the pitch-black figure, and blood flowed along the forehead, flowing on the entire unwavering face.
But fortunately, it didn't flow into the eyes, otherwise at this moment, I wouldn't be able to see those angry eyes.
Yes, anger, even if it is not very painful, but this kind of humiliation of being naked by Chio is something he can't bear.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm not begging you, if you want to keep your mouth shut and not speak, then go on, I'll continue to make some movements on your body.
If you have the meaning of saying it, it is better to do it as soon as possible, otherwise I will move too fast, and you may die before you have time to say it.
Leng Tomb said lightly, and the calamity of the hand bishou, once again flashed with silver light.
The target of "you" this time was the toenail of the pitch-black figure, and after a few seconds passed, there were ten more larger, bloody toenails on the forehead, which dyed the bloody face of the pitch-black figure even more hateful.
"Leng Tomb, just kill him, this guy shouldn't be able to say anything."
Seeing that Leng Tomb began to use bishou to penetrate the fingers that had lost their fingernails, each time only leaving two millimeters of holes, Wang Ruochen couldn't stand it anymore.
If this still has some effect, although Wang Ruochen can't bear it, he will continue to watch.
But until now, the pitch-black figure really didn't even furrow his eyebrows, the anger in his eyes continued to escalate, and his lips were almost bitten.
"If you can't stand it, big sister, go and stand next to it."
Leng Tomb didn't mean to stop, and said a little indifferently.
Between the words, the ten fingers had been thoroughly penetrated, and the flesh and blood were so blurred that they couldn't see what it was, only that the blood was constantly flowing, gradually dyeing the black clothes, the earth, and the black and bright eyes of the cold tomb.
The fingers followed the toes, then the palms, and the soles of the feet, eating away step by step, and the dark figure was gradually shrinking.
In the end, there was only a puddle of flesh and blood left on the ground, but Leng Tomb still couldn't get the information he wanted.
"Ah, it seems that these guys are really a little difficult, let's go, big sister, let's go find the next one."
The simple greeting, the brisk tone, and the same face as always, but Wang Ruochen sincerely felt a sense of horror, and he didn't speak for a long time.
"Okay, okay, don't look like this, next time I don't do it in front of you."
Leng Tomb smiled
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