"Big brother, you ...... Ask whatever you want, and I'll tell you the truth. ”

When a person's will collapses, they will become a completely different person, and the fear of death can destroy a person's soul and obsessions. The man in black had long been frightened by Zhao Zilong, and he had no courage to compete with Zhao Zilong's torture methods, so he directly surrendered and begged for mercy.

Of course, there are also many people whose willpower has become stronger in a desperate situation, and they would rather die than give in, but such people are a minority after all, at least this man in black is not that kind of fierce person.

"Let's introduce myself in more detail." Zhao Zilong sat next to the man in black and said with a smile. He kept an eye on the reaction of the man in black, and it was a habit that a man like him, who had survived the brink of countless deaths, would never capsize in the gutter.

"My name is Feng Dezheng, and I am one of the five great Yan Monarchs of the Netherworld, Haotian Yan Jun, sit down as a Netherworld Messenger." After the man in black finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Zilong and said, "Is this okay?" ”

Zhao Zilong smiled, shook his head and said, "It's not exciting enough, it's too concise." What I want to know is about where you come from, what organization, and who are in your organization, and you can give me a word of explanation? ”

Feng Dezheng was shocked when he heard this, and immediately said, "I said, I said." Youdu is an organization, I really don't know how many people there are, but Youdu is from the underworld god, there are ghost emperors and demon emperors, and then there are five great Yan monarchs and eighteen jailers, I ...... I'm just a small character, a netherworld envoy under the throne of Haotian Yanjun. ”

Although the expression on Zhao Zilong's face remained unchanged, he was extremely shocked in his heart, listening to what this person named Feng Dezheng said, there are countless masters and strong people in the secluded capital alone, not to mention the gods of the underworld, the ghost emperor and the demon emperor, which sound like a shining bull, it's just that Feng Dezheng's top boss seems to be very violent.

The Five Great Yamas, the Eighteen Jailers, Nima, what kind of organization and place is this secluded capital, with masters like clouds and strong people like forests?

Zhao Zilong took a deep breath of cold air, suppressed the huge horror in his heart, looked at Feng Dezheng and said, "You have such a low status in the secluded capital?" ”

Feng Dezheng heard that a trace of embarrassment flashed on the old man's face, and immediately said, "...... Not really, I ...... I am at least a disciple of the inner sect of the hidden capital, and I can order a hundred armor soldiers, and I am also somewhat powerful. ”

Zhao Zilong couldn't help laughing, and at the same time found a little balance in his heart, since this is the case, he is not the most bottom-of-the-line kind of goods in the secluded capital.

"Does the Ghost Capital belong to a powerful organization in a small world?" Zhao Zilong asked directly. He can now be sure that Feng Dezheng is a person from the small world, if he really belongs to the mysterious organization in the background of the big world outside, then it won't blow up the sky, I'm afraid that he would have dominated the world long ago.

"Of course!"

Feng Dezheng's face showed a proud expression, and his voice raised slightly: "The three holy places in the cultivation world, the Youdu is among them, do you think it is a terrific organization?" ”

Zhao Zilong looked at Feng Dezheng with a smile, the latter's face suddenly changed, and he immediately knew that he was getting carried away, and said with a busy face: "I...... I'm telling the truth. ”

Zhao Zilong smiled and nodded, "I understand, it is indeed something to be proud of being able to serve as a Nether Emissary in the most powerful mysterious organization in the cultivation world. What, apart from your secluded capital, which two are the best? ”

"Youdu, White Emperor City, and Qingyun Sword Sect, these are the three major cultivation holy places, and only the White Emperor City and Qingyun Sword Sect can compete with Youdu." Feng Dezheng didn't dare to be 'naughty' anymore, and when he saw Zhao Zilong asking, he immediately said it.

Zhao Zilong silently remembered these places in his heart, and gave birth to infinite yearning and longing. Unexpectedly, the cultivation world is really vast and boundless, and I originally thought that this body cultivation realm was already at the peak level, but now it seems that in the small world, it only belongs to the category of weak.

However, Zhao Zilong was not discouraged, because he had only opened up the third martial vein, if he could open up all eight martial veins, he believed that he would be able to become a real powerhouse, and even in the three holy places of the small world, he must be the kind of person standing at the top of the pyramid.

"Are there any other organizations besides these places?" Zhao Zilong tried to suppress the excitement in his heart and asked again.

"Of course there are, but they are all small sects with little influence. Although the small world is called a small world, it is actually as vast as this land, with many sects and masters, how can it be that the three major cultivation holy lands can be all covered? Some extremely talented cultivators are even more doorless and unsected, and they are the characters that the three holy lands all want to recruit. Feng Dezheng said.

Although Zhao Zilong was shocked in his heart, he couldn't help laughing, and said coldly: "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, not to mention the small world where the monk lives?" Hehe, that must be a cruel world of the jungle. ”

Feng Dezheng was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said, "Not entirely correct. Although everything in the small world is solved by force, and most of the grievances and hatreds are broken by the sword, there are always certain rules and systems, and no one dares to mess around. ”

"Rules, systems?" Zhao Zilong muttered to himself, a bright light shot out of his eyes, remembered the most important thing, looked at Feng Dezheng and said, "So, you all want to get rid of this rule, and want to get involved in the power and status of the secular world?" By the way, are Yang Xiuqing and Shi Zhen related to your You? ”

Feng Dezheng heard Zhao Zilong ask this question, his face obviously showed fear, and he closed his mouth.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Zilong sneered and said, "You don't have to say it, I have a way to make you speak." ”

Feng Dezheng saw that Zhao Zilong was starting to dig the pit with his short sword again, thinking that this kid was going to peel his skin and cramp, and then bury him in the soil to let the blood slowly drain and let the insects and ants eat his flesh and blood, he suddenly felt a shudder.

Since sooner or later he will die, it is better to die happily, today he has leaked too much information to people outside the small world, even if he goes back, there is only a dead end, it is better to pick up a happy death here.

"I say, but don't be untrustworthy, and you must not let people know that this news is coming out of my mouth." Feng Dezheng gritted his teeth and made up his mind to say to Zhao Zilong.

Zhao Zilong's heart moved, looked at him and said, "You still have a family?" ”

Feng Dezheng smiled: "People are not monkeys who can jump out of the cracks in the stones, naturally there are fathers, mothers and families, I just want to die happily, let alone affect my family." ”

Zhao Zilong was silent for a while, then nodded: "I promise you, but you must die, because if you don't die, it means that I will be killed by the masters of your Youdu soon." ”

Feng Dezheng nodded in understanding and said, "The Netherworld has already decided to break the shackles and regulations of the small world, so our Netherworld Envoys have already begun to sneak into the secular world sixty years ago. Whether it is Monk Shi Zhen or Yang Qingzong, we are all just disciples of Youdu. ”

Zhao Zilong only now finally understood this qiē. It turns out that Yang Qingzong, the lord of the underflowing sand, or Zen Master Shizhen of Shaolin, are all people from the small world, and they are all small chess pieces in the hidden capital.

Feeling the ambition of the powerful organization of Youdu, Zhao Zilong took a deep breath of cold air, and because he had offended Youdu many times and ruined the good things of Youdu, an unprecedented pressure and vigilance arose in his heart.

It seems that I will have to be more careful in the future. Of course, the most important thing is to become strong quickly, otherwise you won't always have such good luck.

In the world of the jungle, strength is the only magic weapon to save life, and things like luck are gambling on life.

"Have you heard of a person named Zhao Wenjun?" After Zhao Zilong calmed down again, he stared at Feng Dezheng and asked.

Feng Dezheng's eyes showed a look of confusion, and he seemed to think hard for a while, and finally shook his head and said, "No, I have never heard of this person, who is he?" ”

"Haven't you heard of it?" Zhao Zilong was full of disappointment, and suddenly his heart moved, and he immediately asked: "What about Wu Qingchen, it's a woman, have you heard of this name?" ”

Feng Dezheng showed a confused look again, and finally shook his head: "I don't know, and I haven't heard of it." ”

The glimmer of hope that Zhao Zilong had just raised was instantly shattered, and he was extremely disappointed in his heart.

Sitting there a little lost, after a while, Zhao Zilong came back to his senses, and saw that Feng Dezheng was afraid that he couldn't say more about the small world, so he stood up and said slowly: "Don't worry, I will bury you here, and no one will know about the conversation between you and me today." ”

Feng Dezheng shuddered, feeling the killing intent on Zhao Zilong's body, he understood that he would definitely die today, and immediately turned his heart sideways and closed his eyes.

Zhao Zilong killed Feng Dezheng, and died with a decisive sword to seal his throat, which can be regarded as fulfilling his promise to Feng Dezheng. When Feng Dezheng was buried, Zhao Zilong took out a black skull token from this person, and there was something red dotted on the blood of the skull, which looked hideous and terrifying.

On the other side of the token was a portrait of a dragon head, which looked exactly like the portrait on the letter that Zhao Zilong had wanted to send from Yang Qingzong.

Thinking that he couldn't figure out what the dragon head mark on the letter was, but now it is clear at a glance, Zhao Zilong couldn't help but secretly sigh: Life is in a hurry, everything is impermanent!

Although this Feng Dezheng is not necessarily a powerful character in Youdu, he is not a small person who lives at the bottom of the small world, and even this person is responsible for contacting Shi Zhen and Yang Qingzong, and in this secular world, he is even more powerful in the world, but now he has also died in his own hands and turned into a pile of loess.

Since ancient times, there have been many killings in the rivers and lakes, and how many people have returned to the world?

Zhao Zilong buried Feng Dezheng's body deep in the ground, and covered it with weeds and branches, plus this is in the depths of the deep mountains and rivers, I am afraid that there will not be a few people passing through it all year round, and it should not be discovered.

It's not that Zhao Zigen is afraid of things, but now that he has heard some things about the small world, he has become more cautious and more careful.

If the people of Youdu find out that Feng Dezheng died here, I am afraid that it will be easy to contact him, if he really provokes the people of Youdu prematurely, not to mention the ghost emperor and demon emperor, I am afraid that any character in the eighteen jailers will not be able to bear it now.

After burying Feng Dezheng, Zhao Zilong saw that there were no obvious traces of a fight at the scene, so he didn't stop immediately, and after burying the dark short sword in another place, he left the mountain forest overnight.