In the middle of Xianyang, the two Yuanying monks who woke up leisurely found that they couldn't move at all at this moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Binding them was a black rope. And this rope, if it is about to leave, not only restrains their bodies, but also inhibits their cultivation.

The dim and slightly decaying smell also came between their snorts as the two of them woke up.

"Ahem!"

As monks, although the two of them have endured a lot of hardships, they are also hardships on top of cultivation. On top of life, let alone staying, I have never seen such a dilapidated place.

"Someone! This is where! ”

"We are dignified Yuanying monks, how can we be uncourteous?"

Due to the sealing of cultivation, the two of them felt more and more disgusting that the smell in this secret room was disgusting.

"I can't bear this bit of suffering, I am very suspicious, how did you become a Yuanying monk in the first place!" Ying Zheng's voice appeared along the corridor.

Under the faint light, Ying Zheng followed several people and entered the dim and somewhat decaying secret room together.

The people who came down were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, and obviously, they could be regarded as noble people.

However, these people were in this filthy secret room, but they looked indifferent, and they didn't even frown.

In the face of Ying Zheng's sarcasm, the two Yuanying monks obviously showed resentment. However, seeing that others seem to be indifferent, I do make a fuss, and I do throw some into.

"Hmph, you close your sense of smell, naturally it doesn't matter. If you have the ability, you will return the cultivation to us! One of them said coldly.

Ying Zheng chuckled, but he didn't want to pay any more attention.

Now the two of them have become prisoners of the ranks, but they are still calculating, obviously, they have not received any real experience.

Combined with the first secret realm primordial infant he encountered back then, Ying Zheng couldn't help but start thinking deeply, whether the enemy in the fairy realm was not so terrifying.

In fact, just as Ying Zheng thought.

Since the Zhou Dynasty, most of the monks have moved to the outer islands.

However, the island's resources are scarce. The aura of heaven and earth is also getting thinner and thinner, so it is even more difficult to nourish genius earth treasures.

If a person wants to improve his cultivation, there is not much he can do other than penance. In addition, Mishima is almost under the control of the three ancestors, and there are very few actions in the same room.

Even if there are grievances, they will most likely be reconciled. Therefore, most of the people on the island, except for those who remained from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, were negligent in actual combat.

As a monk, if you only cultivate the Tao and do not practice actual combat, how high can your combat power be?

It's just that this is also a helpless move. Under the Heavenly Dao, the aura between heaven and earth will become thinner and thinner, and these monks, although they are called monks, are just a group of people waiting to die after all.

The so-called cultivation is just a delay in death.

"Tell me, in the fairyland, how many primordial monks like you are. How many realms are there in the realm of transforming gods, and what kind of cultivation do you have in the ancestors in your mouth? ”

The problems of Yingzheng are one after another. However, the two remained silent.

"Humph!" Ying Zheng sneered, and then waved his hand. As the leader of the net, Gan Luopi walked out from behind Yingzheng without smiling.

Although Ganluo was in his thirties at this time, he still looked like he was in his early twenties. It seems that there is not much difference from those weak-crowned teenagers.

"Buzz!"

Ganro slowly drew his sword. The cold saber, with a cold glow, dangled back and forth in front of the two.

"My sword, go down, guess it, will it hurt?" Ganluo's voice was a little gloomy. Apparently like a skilled persecutor.

Among the two, the monk, who looked a little younger, had a slight change in his expression.

However, the other person snorted disdainfully and said, "Although our cultivation is sealed, we are Yuanying Cultivators. Mere soldiers, but also broke our flesh and skin? ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Ganluo Yingzheng, but even Guiguzi behind Yingzheng, Ji Hao and others also showed a somewhat interesting look.

Man is a sword, and he is a fish. But I don't know how to converge, it seems that I and others really overestimate the people in the fairyland.

As the saying goes, being old and not dying is a thief, not a person in a fairyland who is stupid. Rather, this almost thousand-year-old ordinary life has long numbed their senses.

There is not much entertainment, and the cultivation all day long, in order to make a living, makes the people of Mishima, even the most basic interpersonal communication, extremely rare.

As the executioner, Gan Luo smiled the most.

"Poof!"

The sound of a sword entering flesh reached the ears of the two stunned monks.

Immediately afterward, the monk, who looked older, suddenly had a hint of pain on his face.

However, as previously stated. Although he couldn't stand the current environment, it was impossible not to touch this pain on the path of cultivation.

In fact, although the overseas monks were not sociable, they were not as low as Yingzheng had guessed.

The older monk had endured more hardships than the younger ones. Of course, he also knew that since the young man in front of him dared to make a move, there must be a way to hurt him.

He did this in order to keep the island's secrets. Otherwise, once the secrets of the island are revealed and known by the ancestors, their families will definitely die without a place to be buried.

However, he is a person who has been closed off from the world and cultivated, and his vision is still lacking in the end above this kind of torture.

Ganro chuckled and drew his sword, and with a flash of the blade, an insignificant piece of flesh and blood was separated from the monk.

The monk's brows were furrowed, and the flesh that Ganluo had eliminated was not much, only a small piece, and the pain was still within the range of endurance. It's not even as good as the previous sword.

However, before he could react, the sword light in Ganluo's hand flashed again. Another piece of flesh and blood......

Next, the sword in Ganluo's hand seemed to not stop.

One piece, one piece, in an instant, the clothes that were originally quite clean had become bloody.

The monk, who had been punished for Ling Chi's trip, had his lips trembling slightly, and he wanted to say something but couldn't open his mouth.

Looking at the island monk with a miserable expression, everyone present seemed to be commonplace, and there was no change at all.

Beside the monk, the slightly younger monk, his cheeks were tense.

Gan Luo seemed to be a little tired, slowed down his hand slightly, glanced at the monk on the side, and showed a sincere smile.

However, immediately after, the bloody flesh flew before his eyes again.

Ling Chi's punishment was an extremely tragic punishment even in later generations. What's more, these monks, who have seen very few bloodshed, how can they face such a tragic scene?

It is not easy for the tortured monk to persist until now.

Finally, when Ganro finished picking his limbs, the monk could not bear the pain and passed out completely.

Gan Luo gently shook off the blood from the sword in his hand and said in a soft voice, "If you don't open your mouth again, it will be your turn next!" ”

The other monk's lips trembled violently, but he could not say a word.

Ying Zheng smiled slightly, knowing that his goal had been achieved.

The most cruel torture is not to let him experience it personally, but to let him look at the other person and slowly experience the pain.