Qingwu laughed lightly and laughed wildly.

Wu Tie raised his right foot and kicked him one by one.

There was no use of supernatural power, just pure violence, and the green mist let out an earth-shattering howl, and the sound of bones breaking in the body continued to be heard.

Raising his foot and crushing most of the bones in Qingwu's body, Wu Tie waved his right hand, and a fragrant spring condensed out of thin air, turning into a light rain and sprinkling on Qingwu's body.

Qingmist's body squirmed, the broken bones in his body healed rapidly, and all of them had recovered in the middle of his breath.

Wu Tie didn't say a word, continued to raise his feet, and trampled towards the green mist.

After hundreds of encounters, Qingmist's face turned pale, and the rampant and frivolous divine light in his eyes had become scattered, and the whole person was on the verge of collapse.

Except for the first few times, Wu Tie only used pure violence, and each time after that, Wu Tie blessed the magic spell on Qingwu.

All kinds of strange witch spells made any bit of perception on Qingwu's body, whether it was pain, itching, sourness, numbness, etc., all magnified hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of times.

After magnifying to the extreme, even if Wu Tie snorted softly, it was like a series of heavenly thunder exploding in Qingmist's ears, shaking him to bleed and making him howl in pain.

And his own howl, the air flow from his breath, set off an even more terrible chain reaction.

His own scream shattered his eardrums, shocking his brain to almost tofu scum, and then it was directly repaired by Wu Tie's Spring Breeze and Rain Divine Power.

The air flow from his turbulent breathing rubbed against his lungs like a knife, tearing open his trachea and spurting out of his mouth and nose. So a large area of blood mist sprayed, and the pain made his eyes black, and the pain made his blood vessels jump straight all over his body.

The flow of blood is accelerating, the body is becoming so fragile that the blood vessels cannot withstand the flow of blood. As a result, blood vessels, both large and small, are spurting blood.

Qingwu let out a terrible howl, he struggled on the edge of life and death, and wanted to die neatly again and again, but was pulled back from the brink of life and death by Wu Tie again and again.

"Even the most professional jailer and the most powerful punishment master in the martial kingdom are not as thorough as this king, who knows how to inflict the greatest pain on people. After Wu Tie had done this a hundred times, he looked down at the green mist.

"Yours, your soul, your everything, your humanoid body, every tiniest cell, every tiniest structure, everything, there are no secrets before my eyes. ”

"I know how to make your pain go to the extreme. ”

"I know how to make you completely hopeless. ”

Qingwu spat out a mouthful of blood, he raised his head tremblingly, the scattered divine light in his eyes suddenly condensed, and the pupils that shrank to the size of a needle stared at Wu Tie, Qingwu hissed: "Desperate?

Spit out a few broken teeth, and the green mist monster said: "You did a good job in the land of the Three Kingdoms, you did a good job here in the Sui Dynasty, you also did a good job, Wu Tie, Martial King, you successfully stopped us from harvesting these two places." ”

"But what's the use? In other places, ho, in the Tianzijia No. 2 hunting ground, we have slaughtered all the races on that landmass, leaving only a few races for them to slowly multiply in the future. ”

"Oh, this kind of behavior is like harvesting leeks, leaving the rhizomes behind, waiting for the next crop. ”

"We have almost slaughtered the human race in the No. 2 hunting ground of the Son of Heaven, we have destroyed the poor civilization that they have worked so hard to accumulate and those human races we have left behind, most of their IQ has been wiped out by us, and they have now returned to the primitive tribal society of Ru Mao drinking blood and slash-and-burn farming. ”

"This is what is happening on the No. 2 hunting ground of Tianzi A, and there is also the battlefield of No. 7 Dizi C, a civil war is breaking out, Jiulong is seizing the heir, hey, a complete divine dynasty, divided into nine divine kingdoms to attack each other. ”

"They're about to fall into our hands, they're about to run out of energy in cannibalism. ”

"Ah, there is also the Tianzi Ding No. 9 Hunting Ground, where the rebellion is fierce, but their God Emperor, our devout disciple, is using the flesh and blood of hundreds of millions of Li people to build an altar and sacrifice to us. ”

"Just half a month ago, the God Emperor of the Tianzi Ding No. 9 Hunting Ground sacrificed all of his descendants to us!"

"Hey, there are many, many more such examples. ”

"Martial King Wu Tie, you are doing a very good job, you are really, very powerful, very, powerful, but you, what can you do? You alone, you have done your best, all you can do is to frustrate our harvest plan in two insignificant local battlefields. ”

"That's right, that's right" Qingwu smiled at Wu Tie with a fluttering eyebrow: "You must be very puzzled, why do I know the names of the so-called Tianzi Hunting Ground, Earth-Character Battlefield, and Herringbone Destiny Field?"

"Ah, King Wu, do you know what these representatives represent?"

Qingwu tilted his head and looked at Wu Tie with a smile: "This means that our power has infiltrated Wa Island, oh, oh, oh, do you know Wa Island? Do you know? Do you know what these hunting grounds, battlefields, and life fields represent?"

"It represents your utter ruin and despair!"

Qingwu twitched all over, and he smiled at Wu Tie word by word: "The reason why I am still here and endure your humiliation and torture is that I want to be in person and face to face, and tell you that you Pangu relics have no possibility of turning over." ”

"You are doomed to despair, why should you struggle?"

Qingwu grinned: "Why, still, in vain, struggling? Isn't it a good thing for you, quietly, peacefully, to wait for the grace of the gods to come?"

"Why, it has to be, it has to struggle, it has to be, it has to be, it makes sense?"

Wu Tie looked at Qingwu's distorted and happy face, and flew up and kicked him in the face.

All kinds of curses that became more and more vicious and vicious fell like a storm, and Wu Tie picked up a poisonous scorpion whip covered with barbs in the prison and struck it towards Qingwu's head and face.

Beaten, near-dying, cured and beaten again, near-dyed again, treated again

Qingmist's cries, wails, yellings, and begs for mercy resounded throughout the cell.

After another three hundred rounds, Wu Tie dropped the scorpion whip that had almost disintegrated, and nodded to Qingwu with a smile: "Now, I'm in a much better mood, I have some questions, are you willing to answer them?"

Qingwu gasped for a while, he regained some energy, and then looked at Wu Tie with a smile and shook his head: "You guess?"

Wu Tie smiled and pointed at Qingwu: "It's really naughty, it's not good." Well, that's not good. ”

Wu Tie squatted in front of Qing Mist, his fingers lightly tapped his eyebrows: "You are the essence and blood clone of a certain god, right? I have seen the essence and blood clones of Youruo and Aconite, and they give people exactly the same feeling." ”

"Well, I'd like to talk to your deity. Wu Tie said to Qingwu very sincerely.

"Come, lick my feet. Qingwu smiled brighter and brighter: "Perhaps, if you lick it clean, I will be kind and reward you with a chance to meet?"