The golden silk nephrite snake, a spirit beast in the early stage of the third order, was boiled into this bowl of snake soup, which was of course very nourishing. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the same time that Yi Tian opened his mouth to kill it, it was like swallowing a raging fire, and the blood in his body immediately boiled, and soon he was hot, sweating profusely, and the impurities in his body were immediately discharged, and a peculiar smell rose from the sky.

Snake soup, nourishing muscles and bones, nourishing essence, Yi Tian obviously wants to take advantage of this to refine the seventh death in one fell swoop.

However, what made him quite regrettable was that after all, it was almost a little bit, like hot water that was about to boil, but it was suddenly removed from the stove, and it immediately died down and began to cool down quietly.

If water is to boil, it must be burned with a fire, but the fire requires enough dry wood, and it is clear that snake soup as dry firewood is said to light a fire, but it does not provide enough heat.

"Almost, then again!"

At this time, Yi Tian's hands moved forward, as if he had conjured a magic trick, and he actually conjured an iron pot out of thin air.

This iron pot is made of dark iron, which is as big as a person's arms, and it is steaming inside, as if it has just left the stove, and the rich aroma of meat rises to the sky.

This process, the golden-winged flying tiger witnessed the whole process, its mouth opened wide in shock, and its very humane expression was as if it had seen something incredible.

But soon, the oncoming smell of meat made its belly gurgle, but it couldn't help but rush forward, the huge head drilled into the iron door, twitching constantly with its nose, just staring at the pot, and the drooling neck was wet.

At this time, it was already close at hand, and its nose was not even an inch away from the iron pot, but it was desperately struggling, and its neck was stuck by the iron door, and it could really be said to be angry.

The rare delicacy is right in the mouth, but I can't eat it, and the taste is really uncomfortable.

I believe that if the Golden-winged Flying Tiger is a human, it will either have already opened its mouth to beg, or it has already broken its mouth and scolded, if it is not able to eat it yourself, it will definitely not make others so happy.

"Go, go, stay put!"

Yi Tian seemed to be a little impatient, and stretched out his finger and flicked it on the door of its head, as if it was a bed bug that flicked away, and the golden-winged flying tiger immediately flew out upside down and rolled to the ground in embarrassment.

At this time, it wants to cry, and this has been several times, what is going on?

Never before, someone treated it like this, which made the noble king of beasts feel powerless in his heart, and for the first time he felt afraid, and even dared not provoke this person again.

The roots of his ears were cleaned, Yi Tian reached out and grabbed the stone bowl, scooped a bowl of soup out of the iron pot, but he didn't care about the boiling heat, so he poured it completely into his mouth and slid down his throat into his abdomen.

"Boom!"

Like a dry firewood, it is hot water that ignites at the touch of a button, and then it is silent, and suddenly it is hot.

Yi Tian's face was flushed, his whole body was hot and unbearable, and even his forehead was sweating, which was no different from being drunk.

"Again, add a fire!"

Yi Tian continued to scoop it with a stone bowl, and another bowl of eagle soup entered his stomach, making his whole body seem to be on fire.

"Whoa!"

The boiling water boiled, the heat wave overflowed, and all of it surged into his brain, Yi Tian only felt that his mind was in a trance, and his eyelids gradually became heavy, but he only felt drowsy.

"Bang dang!"

The stone bowl fell to the ground in his hand, and it rolled out, and Yi Tian also fell to the ground on his back, like a drunk who fell to the ground, snoring like thunder, and actually fell asleep.

At this time, outside the beast cage, the yellow-faced man looked strange.

Obviously, the sound coming from inside was actually the sound of people sleeping, but the sound was too loud, it was like thunder, and it was difficult not to hear it.

What kind of fame is that kid doing? He actually slept in it, he just thought it was incredible.

Not to mention him, even the old man, who was quite old, felt that it was a little unbelievable, a lot of Yuan Shi was wasted, and he actually ran out of the beast cage to sleep?

The two of them guessed correctly, Yi Tian was indeed sleeping, but in a trance, it seemed that he was gradually waking up, and when he opened his eyes, it was pitch black around him, and he didn't know where it was?

Below, there was the cold ground, and he was lying flat on the ground, with chains bound up and down his body, and held together with the earth.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't, he wanted to struggle, but he didn't have the strength to do so.

Moreover, what made him even more horrified was that in the sky above his head, there was an invisible hammer, which was slowly smashing down

At the beginning, first the ten fingers of his hands were smashed one by one, as if they were smashing nails, then the two palms of his hands, which spread to his wrists and arms, and finally his two shoulders, all of which were smashed to pieces.

Down, it was the toes of the feet, which were also smashed inch by inch, but it was the soles of the feet and ankles, which were smashed on them with a hammer, and then up to the calves, knees, and even thighs, which were quickly turned into powder under the hammer.

Then there are the ribs in the chest, and the man has twenty-four ribs, and the hammer strikes twenty-four times, and the chest quickly collapses, as if it were slowly crushed under the wheels, until it becomes a blurry mass of flesh.

Finally, there are the backbones, and there are thirty-four backbones in a man, and the hammer also smashes thirty-four times, starting from the tail vertebrae below, as if a bamboo knot has been broken, and soon it reaches the upper cervical vertebrae, and all of them are reduced to pieces.

This process, as if striking iron, all the bones were broken, it looked painful, but there was no pain, and although it was miserable, there was no blood spilled, as if it was not a human being, but a lifeless clay ice sculpture.

Time seems to have passed very shortly, just in the blink of an eye, but it seems to be very long, which makes people extremely tormented.

At this time, even in the whole body, only one head is still there, but there is no limb body, although it is not dead, but it is not far from death, and it is dying and dying.

But soon, the hammer was raised high, as if it had been aimed at the head, and that easy gesture seemed to be about to smash a watermelon to see if it was raw or ripe.

The feeling of death seems to be immersive, so realistic, as if you are really going to die.

"Boom!"

The hammer slammed down, and the head was terrified, its eyes seemed to crack wide, and its mouth opened wide to let out a hoarse scream.

"Don't!"

Suddenly, Yi Tian sat up suddenly on the ground, only to feel that he was sweating profusely, soaked with sweat all over his body, and he actually had a nightmare.

He was not afraid of broken bones, and sat up in shock in his dying dream, it turned out that he had refined to the realm of dying.