The sword smashed on Wen Xiaotian's body without hindrance - it was smashed, not chopped, because Wen Xiaotian's current body was too strong, so the sword was no different from a stick for him. His shoulders were shorter, and his body was confined by the realm, unable to react in any way.

Accept - yes, he can only accept.

Almost at the same time, there were six other great swords, slashing at his back and legs in no particular order. Although his body was not injured by this, the pain of being slashed by the sword made Wen Xiaotian very uncomfortable. This feeling has not been for a long, long time, and the grievance of being cut by someone, but unable to dodge, can only be stuffed in my heart.

There is no such thing as a slow fight against a fast one.

Even if Wen Xiaotian can play with 'flowers', at this time, there is only one way to be beaten passively. Those savage warriors, although they were surprised by Wen Xiaotian's powerful defense, did not stop the movements in their hands at all. The sword clanged and continued to attack with all its might, leaving a white 'color' mark on Wen Xiaotian's skin.

Wen Xiaotian tucked one of his fists around his waist, and then poked out, his speed seemed to be so slow, but the power on the fist was huge.

The power is huge and terrifying.

Under the suppression of the Divine Power Domain, Wen Xiaotian's Gang Qi could not leave his body at all. The strong external pressure made the Gang Qi further condense, which also led to Wen Xiaotian's super-level performance of this punch. The surrounding golden 'color' divine power rippled around Wen Xiaotian's body.

The driving force of each muscle and every bone, with a unique rhythm, slowly transmits power. Although it was slow, the power of the layers of pushing seemed meticulous, and finally all of them converged into the fist, and slowly approached the warrior holding the sword in front of him.

He had already slashed out more than ten swords in a row, and Wen Xiaotian's fist landed on his 'chest'.

But.

It was a punch that seemed so slow, but it exploded with terrifying power. The warrior with full armor and golden 'color' hair, after receiving this punch, the whole person paused abruptly, and all the bones in his body were shaken into powder in an instant, and then flew out abruptly.

In the sky, his body turned into a small dot and disappeared.

Wen Xiaotian then withdrew his hand, leaning towards the other person with his elbow, this time, he used the opponent's sword...... The elbow slammed into the sword, and the man fell like mud. And then there's the third person! Wen Xiaotian looked cold and calm......

Surrounded by the golden 'colored' divine power realm, Wen Xiaotian's movements were slow and clumsy, looking like a stupid bear blind man in the mountains and forests.

Those fighters are nimble, agile, swift and decisive.

But Wen Xiaotian's brute strength caused these soldiers to die one after another. More people were photographed, and Wen Xiaotian's body finally broke through the skin because of the enemy's continuous attacks. It's just that those openings only appear for a moment, and they have already returned to normal. The realm of divine power is the advantage of the other party, and it is also his advantage.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other.

The realm of divine power restricts his movements, but divine power allows him to recover his body quickly. These skin 'flesh' wounds are not small wounds, and to him, they are harmless.

All around, there were dense human figures, sword shadows, and all kinds of attacks came in turn. What's even more bizarre is that more than a dozen strong men of the Protoss are holding a pillar carved with intricate 'flower' patterns and a diameter of three feet, and they are extremely fierce and slamming into him! The force of that impact, enormous.

On the pillar, the golden 'color' light steamed like a flame, and the mass of the pillar was raised to the limit, and under the drive of inertia, it crashed into Wen Xiaotian's body.

Wen Xiaotian, who was imprisoned in the realm, had no way to dodge, and after the impact, there was no way to offset the impact. All the power hit his body, the blunt attack, the powerful impact, made his internal organs choke violently, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

Then, another group of shield soldiers rushed up behind him and slammed into him.

The sword was ineffective against Wen Xiaotian.

But the impact of the blunt object made Wen Xiaotian helpless. The Protoss army, which had found a way, began to use some long pillars to ram Wen Xiaotian. The impact again and again shook away Wen Xiaotian's strength, making his hands and feet sore, and the muscles and flesh of his body were as soft as noodles.

The shackles, which were so thick that I don't know what kind of metal they were made of, fell on him with great speed, binding his hands and feet.

These shackles, full of long barbs, pierced into Wen Xiaotian's sour and soft 'flesh' body. Although the muscles cannot be pierced, there are always gaps between the muscle' fibers. There was a hook more than a foot long, which was 'inserted' all over Wen Xiaotian's body, and even on his face, he was 'inserted' one by the left and right.

And then.

The shackles were locked to a pillar three feet thick.

"Take it back and keep it guarded......"

Wen Xiaotian couldn't move, he couldn't imagine that he had just entered the eighth order, and he would encounter such an unwarranted disaster. These individuals looked like ants, and they actually used the superimposed divine power realm of countless people to suppress him, and then knocked his body soft and grabbed him.

Such a result, it is a shame to say it.

A giant carried the pillar that tied Wen Xiaotian on his shoulder, shook off his stride, and headed towards the rear under the watchful eye of a group of two thousand Shennu troops. After walking for three days, I entered a golden palace, which was in mid-air, surrounded by a group of guards wearing golden armor.

Wen Xiaotian was thrown directly into the middle of the palace.

The palace was full of people, all of whom were blonde Arthurs. And on the innermost throne, there are two people, a man and a woman.

Just by looking at the pattern, Wen Xiaotian knew that they were the kings of the Arthurian Protoss.

One king, one queen.

"Sinner, it's you, who robbed the Divine Stone?" As soon as the king spoke, the sound of 'swinging' and 'swinging' came into Wen Xiaotian's ears. Wen Xiaotian listened, like thunder, rumbling endlessly. Wen Xiaotian didn't speak, and he couldn't speak in his current state.

The king gestured, and a man in armor next to him walked up to Wen Xiaotian and smashed a hammer three or four times larger than a watermelon on Wen Xiaotian's stomach fiercely.

This time, without the slightest scruples, obviously, the strength of Wen Xiaotian's 'flesh' body, everyone here is already clear. In one fell swoop, Wen Xiaotian was smashed into the front and back, and the iron chain on Wen Xiaotian's body also contracted, squeezing Wen Xiaotian into a deformity. His abdomen is almost two-dimensional, and the upper and lower parts of his body look like they are about to separate.

Another hammer.

One of Wen Xiaotian's 'legs' was twisted like a twisted 'flower', and he also smashed his knee flat, tightening his chains. It wasn't until later that Wen Xiaotian's whole body was left with only one head, which maintained its shape. The man who was executed, with a few simple hammers, was himself half dead from exhaustion.

"Damn, what a hard body."

The man retreated, and the king waved his hand and silently announced the punishment of Wen Xiaotian. Such a person, to kill, is easy, but to die directly, it is too cheap. Wen Xiaotian was thrown into the most cruel prison of the Arthurian Protoss, and when he left the main hall, Wen Xiaotian also heard the words of the God King: Let him not survive, he can't die, and regret being born in this world.

Wen Xiaotian was silent.

At least alive.

Out of the palace, the people who were guarding Wen Xiaotian took him to the far north. It was covered with snow and ice, and the temperature was extremely low. The cold climate made Wen Xiaotian feel a little uncomfortable. Such a temperature, according to Wen Xiaotian's estimate, has actually exceeded the limit of extreme low temperature.

Different worlds, different standards.

Walking to the center of the ice field, several of the Protoss' guards opened a 'door', and an even colder cold air was released, and out of it came a strange man with blue 'color' hair and blue skin, glanced at these guys who sent Wen Xiaotian over, and said, "People 'hand' me over, you can go." ”

The pillar landed on the man's shoulder, and the Protoss 'squire' guard, who couldn't stand the cold, hurriedly left. The 'door' behind him was closed, and there was a dark blue 'color' in front of him. The strange man just glanced at Wen Xiaotian and said, "No one has come to the Divine Prison recently, you are really a lucky little guy......"

Recently, I've been fighting, fighting with demons. The prisoners were all thrown out and used as cannon fodder to consume the living power of the demons, and this divine prison was actually empty. This blue-haired, blue-skinned man is the prison guard - he really has nothing to do.

Fortunately, Wen Xiaotian came.

He's really lucky, one-on-one guarding, one-on-one torture......

The weirdo walked with some excitement and incoherent speech. He prepared a lot of greeting gifts for Wen Xiaotian, and there were thousands of kinds of torture in the Divine Prison, some of which were aimed at the body, and some were aimed at the soul. In short, he will definitely let Wen Xiaotian enjoy it.

His happiness has always been based on the pain of the prisoners.

He.

Prison God.

The god of the prison of the Arthurian gods, who rules everything in the prison.

Wen Xiaotian wanted to make a wry smile, but he couldn't do it. His body is very painful, his whole person is very painful, he doesn't know what kind of encounter awaits him next, ...... 'milk' 'milk', when I go out, I must give you an old coffin to look good! Not even a bit of humanitarianism.

A 'door' that appears to be 100 meters thick, but only about a meter in width and height – perhaps a strip is more appropriate. This long strip was pulled out little by little by the prison god, and inside, it was a small cell with a length of less than two meters, width and height.

There, nothing.

There is no light, no air, no water, no food, and no divine power on which the Protoss depends...... Obviously, this small box will be Wen Xiaotian's future "home".