I practice the Tao by blind practice

In a prison, in a cell.

A bonfire was burning in the middle, and the originally dim and dark room was illuminated as bright as day.

A person covered in blood, even his face was covered by the blood, and he couldn't see his real face clearly. His lute bone was pierced, and two iron hooks that shone with cold light pierced his body, hanging him from the beams of the roof.

The location where the raging flames were burning was right below the young man.

Blood, sweat, mixed together, dripped continuously from the young man's body, before it actually fell to the ground, it was instantly vaporized by the high temperature generated by the burning flame below, turning into scarlet water vapor, permeating the young man's surroundings.

"It's cool, it's really cool to ride a horse!"

"The bonfire below seems to be not strong enough. Add more firewood to make the fire more prosperous."

"In addition, just two iron hooks locked my lute bone, the strength is obviously not enough, I need to add a few more!"

……

The extreme pain caused the young man's face to be completely distorted, completely deformed.

In such a situation, not only did he not have any intention of giving in, but he laughed grinningly, and kept provoking the few people in the War God Palace in the room.

"Fan Datong, guarding this prison for countless years, I, Huang, have seen many tough people like you."

"In my impression, at least [-]% of those people did not survive the endless daily torture, and finally chose to surrender. As for the remaining [-]%, there must have been more than [-]% of the grass on the grave. foot high."

"Don't cooperate with us? You don't want to tell us the location of your Black Narcissus Mountain? It's okay, I just have a lot of free time recently. I have a lot of time, so I can play with you slowly."

"Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, it doesn't matter how long it takes, anyway, I can afford to wait, it depends on whether you have the ability to survive such a long time!"

The speaker was a burly man with a bare upper body and a mass of thick chest hair growing on his chest.

This person's name is Huang Dong, and he is one of several deacons in this prison.

While speaking, he picked up the whip that had been soaked in salt water for a long time, and beat the young man Fan Datong severely one after another.

The whip in his hand was specially made for punishment, which was obviously specially made. The ferocious barbs on the tip of the whip would bring pieces of flesh and blood from Fan Datong every time it fell on Fan Datong's body.

"Right, that is it!"

"From this endless pain, I seem to feel the true meaning of despair."

"It's almost, just a little bit, I'm about to complete the sublimation, surnamed Huang, haven't you eaten yet? The whip in your hand, give it a little more power, and a little more power!"

"Can you do it? If this is your limit, I suggest you let the men around you take action together!"

……

That punishment whip had whipped Fan Datong's body in many places, already revealing his bones.

Fan Datong not only didn't care about this, but also looked excited and laughed like a psychopath.

"You say I can't do it? Do you want me to work harder?"

"Let me tell you, boy, I was worried that I would kill you directly, and I only used six points of strength."

"Since you dislike the fact that the whip is not strong enough, fine, I will help you!"

In a few words, the deacon Huang Dong said was all black and black.

As a pure man, I most taboo others to say that I can't do it.

Especially now, when the person who questioned his inadequacy was Fan Datong who was hung from the beam and beaten by him, that was something my uncle could bear, but my aunt couldn't bear it.

Huang Dong, who burst into his heart with anger, didn't care too much. The punishment whip was in his hand, and it rustled as it was played.

This momentum is at least twice as strong as before.

As for the true strength contained in the whip, ordinary people have no right to speak, only Fan Datong has the most real experience.

Fan Datong didn't continue to laugh provocatively as the drawn flesh flew all over the place, but if he looked carefully, he could find that his face was covered in blood, and there seemed to be a hint of enjoyment in that distorted face.

With such an expression on his face, he naturally couldn't escape Huang Dong's eyes and ears.

The whole body was full of smoke, seeing Fan Datong's appearance, Huang Dong's anger was not at all in the bottom of his heart.

Originally, Huang Dong, who was worried about whipping him to death, still had some strength in the whip he pulled out.

But now, after being extremely angry, he is really going all out.

I don't know how long he smoked Fan Datong, even he himself was out of breath, and when he felt a little exhausted, a wave of extremely obscure dao rhyme spread around Fan Datong as the center.

"After receiving so many whips from me, that bastard, he still has some comprehension, and his realm has been sublimated..."

As soon as he dropped the whip in his hand, Huang Dong was so angry that he just wanted to scold his mother.

This day really can't pass.

Holding the punishment whip, he was tired of whipping people. After being beaten so much by himself, Fan Datong, who was insane, seemed to really enjoy it, and even gained some benefits.

Looking at the wave of dao rhyme spreading around Fan Datong, that is to say, all his powers are completely banned. Otherwise, it is not impossible for him to directly improve the realm of strength. It will definitely not be like now, just Lifting some mood is so easy.

Faced with this situation, what else can Huang Dong do?
I still want to ask something from Fan Datong's mouth. Surely I can't really kill him directly and continue to beat him with a whip?

Thinking of the scene that just happened in front of his eyes, Huang Dong even thought about eating that whip, so how could he continue to lift it...

"How is it, Deacon Huang? Is this Fan Datong still unwilling to recruit anything?" A gentle voice suddenly reached Huang Dong's ears at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, Li Xuancha stepped into the cage without haste.

The wave of power spreading from Fan Datong's body has not yet completely dissipated.

Looking at Huang Dong and the others who had a gloomy face, and at Fan Datong who was hanging from the beam and laughing all the time, Li Xuancha already had a rough guess in his mind about what happened in this prison.

"Palace Master, this guy is a little weird, very evil..." Seeing Li Xuancha, Huang Dong and the others hurried forward to salute.

When talking about Fan Datong, he lowered his head and faltered, not knowing how to respond.

"These fellows under the ancestor of Heishui are difficult to describe with common sense."

"You can't handle it. It's normal that you can't ask anything from him."

"It's okay, you guys go out first, just leave the things here to me!"

With a friendly face, he nodded to Huang Dong and the others. Li Xuancha smiled, waved his hand, and ordered.