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Time passed, and in Clear Water City, it was like in the past, and the Yellow Turban Sect believers from the south and north brought countless prosperity and business opportunities here.

The bustling crowd was full of worship for the great sages and good teachers.

Yellow scarves are floating all over the sky, and that is by no means a description, but a fact, an unquestionable fact.

"Say, boy, you actually dare to assassinate my Yellow Turban Sect's Master Fu Shui, what sect and sect are you, and who is instructed by you?"

The gloomy prison is plastered with yellow paper and charms. Layers of forbidden power continue to emanate from it, and all the aura encounters this prohibition, as if it has encountered a natural enemy, and it can no longer be taken in half an inch.

This is the Yellow Turban Heavenly Dungeon of the Yellow Turban Sect, which is in the underground of the branch of Peach Blossom Mountain, and has dug out 18 layers of dungeons in a row, taken down the lower nine layers, and arranged countless spiritual prohibitions handed down by the Taiping Dao. Every monk who is caught by the Yellow Turban Sect will be exhausted of his mana and sealed in it.

Without spiritual power, they can't regenerate mana. Therefore, in the past ten years, although hundreds of monks have been imprisoned in the Yellow Turban Prison one after another, to this day, not even a single escape incident has occurred.

And now, the one who is being interrogated by the Yellow Turban Sect jailer is the boy who openly attacked the Yellow Turban Sect's Fu Shui Mage on the street that day, and in the end, he was taken down by four Yellow Turban wrestlers.

At this time, he is very different from the high-spirited and arrogant appearance of the past.

There was hardly much blood visible on the pale cheeks, and patches of paleness close to death were revealed on the thin lips.

"Hmph, extraterritorial demons, I'm a monk in the land of the end of the law, everyone will be punished, you minions who help and abuse, don't want to make me submit. ”

"Hmph, torture!"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

It was a torture instrument specially invented by the Yellow Turban Sect against monks, called the Wounded Whip. This whip is made of the three thousand troubles of the woman who is hurt by love, and it is refined with the help of the extreme yin qi of heaven and earth in the place where the five yin gather.

Subsequently, he collected the grievances of those who died unjustly and in vain in prison, and those who died in vain before they died. After mixing and refining, a whip was swung out, and under the countless breaths, it was mixed with the humane mind of the Yellow Turban Sect, which was the best at envoys.

No matter how powerful the physical body cultivation is, this whip will go down, and countless grievances will penetrate the bone marrow, and it will be difficult to resist.

"Little rabbit, don't try to resist in vain, just say it obediently!"

"Bah, do you think that my Yu Ya will give in to you so easily?

Let me tell you, wishful thinking, although my Yu Ya fell into your hands today, I want to kill or chop, listen to it. But you want to get a word of news from my mouth, and that's a pipe dream. ”

"Really, hit me!"

As the wounded whip whipped down on Yu Ya's body, soon, the skin on the surface opened, and bursts of bruises and blood began to emerge continuously.

And the most painful thing is the resentment in the whip of the gods, which constantly seeps into Yu Ya's bone marrow, bringing the heart-piercing pain.

After Yu Ya had been beaten alive and fainted, two other jailers took him down and locked him in the second dungeon, the lowest nine floors.

"Boss, why do we continue to waste our efforts on him, you see, no matter how much he fights, he won't even say a word.

I don't think we'll be able to gain anything if we continue. ”

"New here, you don't understand this.

You can't look at things on the surface, and all monks, nine times out of ten, are far more determined than ordinary people. In the beginning, it usually doesn't have any effect.

Therefore, we should focus on their attitude after being whipped by the wounded gods.

If, after being scourged by the god of wounds, he does not speak, does not move, does not care about his wounds and pain, and then he stays there as if he were dead.

This kind of person, let alone asking him to hand over his door-blocking method, even if you want to know his name, I'm afraid it's impossible. Therefore, we will not continue to interrogate this kind of person at all, and directly kill the matter.

However, once the monk arrived in the cell, he repeatedly paid attention to his wounds and tried to change his living environment. Such monks have a permanent desire to survive and change in their hearts, and among them, they may become the object of our breakthrough.

Some require torture, while others need to be lured to their advantage. Therefore, the knowledge in this yellow turban prison is very big.

You kid do it well, maybe one day, which master will appreciate it and become the mage of my Yellow Turban Sect, isn't it majestic?"

It's just that these jailers don't know, when Yu Ya returned to the cell alone, after carefully cleaning up the wounds, making the bed, and doing enough of this performance.

But his eyes suddenly turned, and he came to the base of the wall, and sat cross-legged with his heart facing the sky. After a slight sound of words came out of his mouth, a faint aura of Haoran swept out.

At this time, on Yu Ya's face, the original youth and immaturity had faded like a tide. Instead, there is a kind of coercive atmosphere like a famous teacher and Confucianism who wrote a book and said it through the ages.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds, the upper is the river and the moon, and the lower is the sun and the stars......"

With a faint murmur, an inexplicable wave began to emanate from there, constantly sweeping into the seven layers below the Yellow Turban Heavenly Dungeon.

And at this moment, the hundreds of monks locked up in this heavenly prison, but all those who could avoid the jailer's surveillance, after ringing this impassioned word card in their minds one by one, began to operate the Xuan Gong and recover their mana according to their own mental methods.

"I, Wang Mingyang, have studied the four books, five classics and six arts since I was a child, read thousands of books, and naturally comprehended the Confucian method of cultivating qi and practicing qi.

After throwing his pen from Rong, on the battlefield in the army, between the sword and the sword, he realized the supreme way of refining qi.

Since then, he has gradually gotten rid of the realm of mortals, advanced to heaven and man, and transcended the mundane.

After embarking on the immortal path, it took hundreds of years before he advanced to the realm of the grandmaster.

Today, nearly a thousand years have been wasted.

According to the prophecy that has been circulated since ancient times in the land of the end of the law, this is the time when the extraterritorial heavenly demons will bring calamity to the world and destroy the Dao system of the land of the end of the law.

Although I, Wang Mingyang, am not talented, even if I give up this body to cultivate, I must rescue all my fellow Daoists and join forces to destroy the extraterritorial Heavenly Demon Chen Bailu, and return me to the land of the end of the law. ”