The blackfriar screamed and flew out, slamming into the ground.

Han Qing stepped forward, disarming the bombs, toxins, and various backup means on Yun Chuchu's body, and then smashed the rope that bound her.

As soon as Yun Chuchu regained his freedom, he suddenly threw himself into Han Qing's arms desperately and sobbed.

Immediately, she seemed to think of something, looked up at Han Qing's face, and reached out to caress his face and forehead, which had only a little wound left.

"You bastard, who made you slap yourself, who made you kneel, if the price of keeping me alive is to make you suffer this humiliation, I'd rather die." Yun Chuchu scolded while crying.

After scolding, Yun Chuchu suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Han Qing's lips like crazy.

This time, she was really scared.

Han Qing has given her so much.

How can she get such a man who spoils her and loves her.

I remember that at the beginning, she was hesitant and suspicious.

After a frantic kiss, Yun Chuchu's emotions eased, and he just hugged Han Qing quietly.

After a while, she withdrew from Han Qing's arms and said, "Now, it's time to settle accounts."

Han Qing took out the black-clothed monk who had smashed into the ground like a chicken, threw it on the ground like garbage, and then looked at him condescendingly.

"You said before that if you want to taste despair, then this seat will fulfill you now, and it will also make you understand how naïve it is to slap yourself and kowtow." Han Qing smiled coldly.

The blackfriar shuddered, feeling a sense of extreme fear and uneasiness.

"You...... How did you do that?" The blackfriar asked with forced composure.

"Since you take the blood of this seat, and then fuse your Yin Spirit Ecstasy Array, understand?" Han Qing sneered.

The black-clothed monk was shocked, and immediately remembered the appearance of blood splattering when Han Qing slapped himself a hundred times, as well as the scene of blood flowing when he kowtowed.

The blood, melted into the rain, spread everywhere.

Thinking of this, the blackfriar began to tremble.

This guy is not human, and when he was humiliated by that kind of humiliation, he was still laying out.

What kind of mind is this?

"Got it, now is the time for you to pay the price." Han Qing said, suddenly condensing his qi and stabbing into the body of the black-clothed monk.

In an instant, the black-clothed monk let out a scream like killing a pig, and his whole body began to tremble.

"This is the first level of pain, you enjoy it slowly, this set of techniques, there are nine levels of pain, this first level of conversion, it should be more than ten or twenty times the pain of a woman's childbirth, and the pain level in the back is ten times that of the front, think about it, how many levels can you last?" Han Qing sneered.

The blackfriar howled for a moment, and then immediately moved on to the next stage of suffering.

For a moment, the blackfriar's body stiffened, and the bones of his entire body rattled, then began to twist.

He opened his mouth, bleeding profusely, as if he wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound.

Screaming in pain can soothe the pain, but if you can't scream, it will make the pain feel even more intense.

Suddenly, the blackfriar's eye sockets cracked, and his eyeballs burst out, and blood flowed.

Moreover, the flesh and skin of his whole body began to tear apart, as if he had been cut with a thousand knives in an instant.

Soon, the blackfriar was dying.

"It's not okay to die like this, you have to live rather than die." Han Qing laughed, pointed at his forehead, and hung his life.

"Spare me...... I'll say everything...... I just want to die quickly......" the black-clothed monk said intermittently, and now he did understand what it meant to live rather than die.