"Click... Click......"

Seven sounds in a row of the sound of the mechanism activating.

Next came the familiar sound of the iron door being opened.

"Squeak—"

The sound of the iron door was heavy, swinging open in the lightless space, hitting the opposite wall, violent and violent. The sound leads to hell, and the devil's claws reach forward.

The Fu Zun in the prison practiced Shang Mo, silently waiting for everything that was coming.

"Hardbold, what do you want to experience today?" The two jailers who came in walked closer, but they only stood two feet away and screamed.

"Every time I can't ask anything, if you don't bother us, you're going to die here?"

"It's a good time, life is better than death, it's really pitiful. ”

"He definitely wants to die, the Holy One won't let him die, he doesn't even have the strength to die. ”

Routinely, every two days, come in and interrogate the two jailers who practiced Shangmo, you and me, and the two of them sneered helplessly a few times after speaking.

Then there was a routine interrogation, and one of them shouted loudly: "Say! Where is Emperor Hengwen hidden by you?!"

"Or don't you say it?"

"You are so stubborn, our brothers will be miserable by you! Just because I took over your errand, don't want to be promoted and make a fortune in this life!"

One of the jailers muffled his anger.

"Come on, I can't say it if I don't hang some color for you!"

"Hard bones! I see how hard you are!"

"How many more years do you guess he can get hard?"

"At least before Lao Tzu retires and returns to his hometown, he has to pry his mouth open. ”

"Then he has to live until then!"

The other jailer had a shrill voice, sneering and threatening, as if encouraging themselves, and then stepped aside to activate the torture instruments.

"Smack!"

Two bright whips were whipped on Fu Zun Lian Shang Mo's body, he didn't look up, and from the time these two people walked in, he didn't even move. He had long been accustomed to this kind of painless interrogation, and he was also used to not looking at anyone.

Some of the interrogating jailers were just reluctant to do their business, and some of them were high-ranking officials of the Dark Eagle Division and the Quan Tilt Hall, who were willing to make meritorious contributions and would torture him even more ruthlessly, but none of them dared to torture Lian Shangmo to death.

Saint Lu Yin protected his life, and no one dared to let him die until he gave an answer.

So what is he afraid of?

Even if the Holy Lord Lu Yin came in person, even if he couldn't help but want to be ruthless, a few times, Lu Yin still held back.

"Lian Shang Mo, when Emperor Hengwen was taken away by you, you took him to Nanyou, where did you hide him in Nanyou?

"Do you say it!" the devil jailer drank violently, snapped his whip and pumped himself again.

“......”

The torture instrument specially created for him was blessed with the mana of the master, and it could accurately draw his body from two zhang away, and even hit the same wound with a whip, and the mana on the whip made him double the pain every time, and the wound seemed to be deeply pierced by a poisonous needle and drilled into his heart.

But Mo didn't look up during the whole practice, and he still didn't move.

He was covered in blood.

"Smack!" the high-pitched jailer slammed into his face, deliberately pulling away the white hair that was covering his face.

The whip method was accurate, the white hair was overturned by the whip, and the two jailers looked with bated breath, only to see that Fu Zun Lian Shangmo had his eyes closed, his face was pale, and his thin and long face was bloodless, and he could barely feel him breathing subconsciously.

The whipping stopped, and the two jailers were silent for a moment, and from a distance of two feet, they could discern the state of Fu Zun practicing Shang Mo very slightly.

Finally, the rough voice said, "Dead?" and his voice trembled a little.

The person who spoke was an eight-foot figure, with a fat waist and big arms, eyes like brass bells, and was a leader.

Practice the Tao in Mo Xin.

The other person's breath trembled slightly, and he looked at Lian Shang Mo more carefully, and looked at it for a while before replying tremblingly: "It should be...... It's just that it's gone......"

The jailer said cautiously in a shrill voice, but still added: "Don't fight ...... yet."

This person who speaks, replying cautiously, and his movements are also very cautious, seven feet tall, with a pointed face and thin lips, should be a little minion who has just entered this trip.

Naturally, he didn't dare to fight, and the whip in the jailer's hand fell to the ground. If they practiced Mo and died, it would be difficult for their family to survive.

Not dead?

But the Fuzun Lian Mo two zhang away seemed to have no breath at all, his face was pale, mixed with blood and water, and the fusion of ice and fire was amazing.

But what the jailers didn't know was that in Lian Shang Mo's closed eyes, when each of them finished speaking, their general appearance automatically appeared.

These skills, even when it is difficult to protect one's life when you practice it, you will still jump out unconsciously, and some skills will not be forgotten when you have cultivated them.

The screaming man thought for a moment and said, "I'll go get water and splash him up!"

"Don't use water!" The stout leader raised his hand and stopped the little minion who was going to fetch water: "Pig brain! How many times have you said it, don't show him a drop of water! A sharp weapon, otherwise, you are looking for death......"

The latter sentence "You are looking for death", the stout leader said slightly, as if he was afraid.

Hum.

Lian Shang Mo sneered in his heart, he didn't give me a drop of water, he was really thoughtful.

Presumably, the prison guards have been trained layer by layer, and he is one of the few masters in Dajing today, and his mana can reach the level of turning all things into use.

Coupled with his demon blood, he also has some strange spells. Even if it is a bowl of water, he can secretly shape it into a sharp blade, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will not wait for an opportunity to escape.

Suddenly.

The three men in the cell heard a voice together.

This voice was very unfamiliar, and although he deliberately lowered his voice, the two jailers and Lian Shangmo still heard this unusual voice.

"There's a secret passage here," he said. ”

......

......

"There's a secret passage here. ”

Wu Chen reminded the Green-Eyed Dragon Ball in a low voice, and the Green-Eyed Dragon Ball bypassed the bend in front of him and hurriedly followed.

Wu Chen turned around and glanced at the spirit rune, and the starry blue also flashed into the next dark path with them.

"There's something wrong with this stretch of road, be careful. Wu Chen reminded.

"It seems that none of the people imprisoned in those prisons just now are important people," Green-Eyed Dragon Ball couldn't help but say, "I see that some of them are not even tied to their hands and feet, and some of them are empty." ”

After a period of descending steps, the terrain suddenly began to rise, and the steps under your feet became narrower and narrower, spiraling upward, and the light in front of you gradually dimmed.

The light of the Green-Eyed Dragon Ball is becoming clearer here.

Wu Chen subconsciously cut out the curved eyebrow cast, controlled the light of the curved eyebrow cast, and cautiously continued to walk up.

"Isn't there any other guard here except for the guards that the Emperor Fu Qi led away?"

In the rumors of the outside world, the prison here is a place that is more heavily guarded than the imperial city, how can one emperor lead everyone away?

"Be careful. Wu Chen reminded that unless they were in the wrong place, there must still be guards here.

It's really weird to walk in all the way.