Wang Lun returned to the castle, his parents had just gotten up, and when they saw him come back with a chair, the two elders were a little dumbfounded.

"Xiao Lun, when did you come back, did you sleep outside with this chair at night?"

Of course, Qin Huirou recognized that this chair was her own, so she didn't understand it even more. It was only dawn for a long time, how did Wang Lun bring a chair back.

Wang Lun explained to his parents, and Qin Huirou understood.

Last night, she and her wife Wang Dafang did not hear any movement from Wang Lun's return.

"Xiao Lun, nothing happened when you went out this time, right?"

Although seeing that her son is in good spirits and nothing should have happened, as a mother, she still can't help but care, even if her son Xiaolun is only slightly injured, she will be sad.

Wang Lun smiled and said, "Nothing happened, okay, by the way, Mom, what are you going to have for breakfast?"

There is no shortage of food at home, but the best food is always the meal cooked by my mother, whether it is breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

"This child," Wang Dafang stood at the door, playing his own Tai Chi, and said slowly, "must be hungry, old woman, make his son his favorite egg fried rice, add green peppers, add Lao Gan Ma, and make another seafood soup." ”

Qin Huirou couldn't help but tap his wife's head with her hand, and scolded: "Old and indecent, these are obviously your favorite foods." ”

Wang Lun hurriedly relieved his father on the side: "These are very good, very delicious." ”

"Call Ruolan that girl to come over again, she usually arrives at the village committee building before eight o'clock, let her come early today, no need to eat at home or buy breakfast on the street. ”

After Qin Huirou finished speaking, when she turned around to go in, seeing that Wang Lun was still holding a chair and was about to go in with herself, Qin Huirou shook her head and said, "Xiao Lun, don't let me call this call, you have to be enthusiastic." ”

"Hit right away, hit right away. ”

Wang Lun wanted to put down the chair after going in, and then call Ruolan, but when he saw that his mother was in a hurry, he said so.

Seven thirty.

Wang Lun, his parents and Chen Ruolan finished breakfast together.

Of course, before the meal, Wang Lun went to the basement and once again used the mana sealing method on the Yan Demon Clan monk, so as not to secretly lift the seal and secretly accumulate mana.

"Ruolan, I'll send you back to the village. ”

Wang Lun was not in a hurry to interrogate the cultivators of the Yan Demon Sect, and walked outside side by side with Chen Ruolan.

Along the way, chatting about light topics and sending people to Wang Lun, Wang Lun turned around and came back.

Gu Yuanying's side secretly left Qizong at night, and then chartered a plane to come, and it was estimated that he would land at the small airport in Tancheng City, and estimated the time, and it was estimated that it would take another hour or two to reach Yinshan Village.

In Tan City, he asked Jiang Xiongfeng to send a car to pick up Gu Yuanying and Gu Honghuang, but he didn't need to drive to pick up the other party here.

"Mom, I'll go to the basement. ”

Wang Lun said to his mother. I haven't told my parents about the people being held in the basement, and I don't want my parents to know about it.

When he arrived in the basement, Wang Lun closed the door, turned on the light, and directly raised his hand, and the mana shot out from between his fingers, very thin, like a thin needle, pierced into one of the hands of the monk of the Flame Demon Sect.

The Flame Demon Sect monk snorted, and then slowly woke up.

When he opened his eyes, Wang Lun noticed that there was immediately anger in the eyes of the cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect, and his body was also struggling, probably trying to fight back.

Obviously, the other party recognized who he was.

But the other party's mana is blocked, let alone talking at this moment, even if it is blinking, or turning the neck, it can't be done.

Wang Lun still trapped the other party's mana, but a small part of the restrictions were lifted, and the other party could speak and move his body in a small range.

As soon as this part of the restriction was lifted, the other party immediately opened his mouth and squirted: "Wang Lun, do you know what stupid thing you are doing? You dare to tie me up, you, and your whole family, will die a tragic death because of this!"

Wang Lun was speechless.

If you want to say that the other party's cultivation is obviously higher than him, before the official fight, it is okay to say a word of anger like this, and it is okay to fight with his mouth and weaken his self-confidence, or provoke him to be angry.

But now, the other party has become a prisoner, and he still says such stupid things so domineeringly, I really don't know how the other party's sense of superiority is cultivated, is it possible that the other party's eyes have been growing on the top of his head, so that it is easy to absorb the sense of superiority, and for a long time, the accumulated superiority has felt bursting?

Wang Lun then responded coldly: "It's just a prisoner, what you should do is to recognize your own situation, instead of stupidly shouting here." ”

The cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect was furious and roared, "If you dare to kill me, you are committing a stupid crime!"

Wang Lun didn't bother to make a point about this argument, and asked, "You are from the Flame Demon Sect, tell me your name." ”

"Let go of me, or you'll regret it!" The Flame Demon Sect monk was still very arrogant, and seemed to be really confident.

Although, Wang Lun still hasn't figured out where the other party's confidence comes from.

Wang Lun said simply: "Before you, there were two groups of monks who took the lead and were slaughtered by me, and then, there were two groups of cultivators of the Nether Realm who were also killed by me, so you will not be an exception." ”

The Flame Demon Sect cultivator was silent, his eyes glaring at Wang Lun, and he didn't speak arrogantly.

After waiting for a few seconds, the Flame Demon Sect cultivator said coldly, "Since that's the case, you won't have a chance to ask anything out of my mouth." ”

The implication is that since Heng Lun is a death, he obviously knows that Wang Lun will ask for some information from him, but he will not say it.

"It's different," Wang Lun said calmly, "a dignified death, and a death that can't be begged for death." ”

After speaking, without giving the other party a chance, Wang Lun directly sacrificed the war vine and controlled it to divide more than a dozen spiked thorn strips at the very front.

Each thorn strip, although only seven or eight centimeters long, is covered with more than twenty spikes!

Each spike is black, exuding a metallic luster, appearing hard and cold.

If you look closely, you will find that the spikes are actually curved, bent inward, and if they pierce into the body, they can definitely tear out a small lump of flesh and blood.

Compared to barbs, this particular spike is a little more terrifying.

Poof.

Wang Lun controlled the war vine to shoot out, and the dozen or so thorns at the front of the war vine shot out like black lightning quickly, poof, and stabbed into the left thigh of the Flame Demon Sect monk at the same time.

This time, it is not extremely tragic, plus the Flame Demon Sect monk has a huge body five meters high, the strength of his physical body is amazing, and the pain is not strong.

But Wang Lun then controlled the war vine and pulled it out!

Pulling violently is completely using the most direct force.

More than a dozen thorn strips, a total of more than two hundred curved spikes, moved out quickly at the same time, instantly splitting the large pieces of flesh on the thighs of the Yan Demon Sect monks, and each brother bent the spikes to hook out a slender piece of flesh and blood.

In an instant, the thighs of the Flame Demon Sect cultivator became a blur of flesh and blood.

The injuries are still secondary. The point is that when the meat is divided and then forcibly pulled out in the form of more than two hundred pieces, the dense and severe pain stimulates the pain nerves to the greatest extent!

Even if the body of the Flame Demon Sect cultivator was strong, and the pain nerves were destroyed like this, he couldn't bear it.

The Flame Demon Sect monk let out an obvious muffled snort, followed by a gasp, his eyes didn't dare to look at the situation in his thighs, and his face turned pale from pain.

To make such a strong cultivator show a painful expression, one can imagine how intense the severe pain to endure is.

After Wang Lun finished this, he said calmly: "You should believe that I can make the people you torture not ghosts and ghosts, so that you feel that death is a kind of relief, but you can't die by yourself." ”

It's just a small measure. The purpose is not to scare the other party by scare, but to show the other party his tough methods.

At this time, the Flame Demon Sect monk looked down at the terrible wound on his thigh, licked his lips, and suddenly smiled: "Maybe you really have such a means, but it is useless for me." ”

Immediately, he changed his words and said, "I am the Golden Slayer Knife, and I am indeed from the Flame Demon Sect. ”

"It's not that I'm scared, so I said my name, I just said that there was nothing at all, and now I ask you, Youhu, Zuo Shenjun, they really died at your hands?"

Tu Jindao began to ask rhetorically.

Of course, his heart was not so calm as it seemed. For Terran cultivators and demon beasts, if the torture reaches a certain level, it will be unbearable just like ordinary people when they face torture.

If you add a premise, you will not die after continuous torture, then even those who are beaten with iron cannot bear the torture!

And he didn't doubt Wang Lun's ability. Wang Lun will definitely grasp that balance between letting him suffer severe pain and immortality according to his physical condition, so theoretically, he will be tortured in a circular way.

Circularity, that is, you can't ask for death, and you can't achieve death as a kind of liberation.

He asked himself that he might not be able to fight to the end in the face of this form of torture.

Therefore, now let's ask for some information from Wang Lun, and then see what Wang Lun wants from him.

If Wang Lun wants to force him to tell a big secret, then he will grit his teeth and bear the torture.

"That's right, whether it's Youhu or Zuo Shenjun, it's still the last batch of Shangyuan Sect monks, anyway, the monks of the Nether Realm, except for you and Liu Lingjie, one of the others is counted as one, and they were all killed by me. Wang Lun said to the golden knife.

The corners of Tu Jindao's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

It seems that Wang Lun is an exception in the Earth cultivation realm, or rather, a special existence, and the other cultivators are all in line with the prediction of the elders of the Flame Demon Sect, that is, other cultivators will not be able to break through to the Jie Dan Realm.

According to the normal situation, there are no cultivators in the Earth Cultivation Realm, so he and a genius mid-stage cultivator in the Formation Realm like Liu Lingjie will be able to control and dominate the Earth Cultivation Realm 100%.

But Wang Lun's existence has changed this situation.