Mozun, she came across from the Nvzun country

Chapter 600 The Goddess of Nemesis 20
Luo Yi let out a sinister laugh, and the iron was burned on Xia Houjue's face, giving off the smell of burnt meat and smoke.

"Ah! Ah! Stop! I say!" Xiahoujue's screams resounded through the dungeon, and the sound spread to other cages, making the other prisoners shudder.

Luo Yi took away the iron block, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, this kind of punishment was unbearable, Xia Houjue gave in so easily, and so did Prince Dongyue.

Xia Houjue was sweating profusely, his teeth were grinning in pain, his body was limp on the ground, an ugly mark was branded on his right cheek, bloody and bloody, this handsome face was temporarily ruined.

"Can you still talk?" Qiongying's tone was very good, but Xia Houjue's ears were icy cold, like the sound of a soul in hell.

"Yes, yes, let me say..." Xia Houjue nodded repeatedly. He knew what Hanyue Qiongying meant. If he couldn't speak, he would have to continue to be tortured.

"I don't have much patience." Qiong Ying gently rubbed her forehead, torturing a man like this is really horrible.

"Wizards use living people to make undead. The living people they choose are people with advanced illusions. They use various tortures to wear down their will. When their bodies are about to die, they kill their consciousness and pull out their souls. Into the container, and then inject the heart blood of the manipulator, this is the method of making undead."

"The manipulator must be a pure yin woman. Only the most yin and pure blood can be integrated into the blood of the undead. It can inject phantom power into the undead, making the undead extremely powerful. It can easily reach the eighth or even ninth level of illusion. Undead who fail become corpses. I don't know how to make undead, only advanced wizards know."

After Xia Houjue finished speaking, he looked up at Qiongying.

Caiyi stepped on the top of Xia Houjue's head, daring to spy on the Lord, really tired of work!
Xia Houjue let out a muffled snort, lowered his head abruptly, the burns on his face rubbed against the rough ground, causing him to tremble in pain.

"Finished?" Qiongying asked.

"I've already said everything, let me go." Xia Houjue pleaded, lying on the ground.

"I don't like people who know but don't speak, Luo Yi." Qiongying ordered.

"Yes, my lord." Luo Yi nodded, and then picked up a strange-shaped torture device, the sharp claws glowing with a gloomy cold light.

"You can't torture me! Let me go!" Xia Houjue yelled crazily. He had never seen this kind of torture device before, and he didn't know how to use it, but he could guess that it was terrifying.

Caiyi took a strip of cloth and sealed Xia Houjue's mouth.

Holding the torture tool, Luo Yi gradually approached Xia Houjue.

"Well, stop, I, I, I, I say..." Xia Houjue's eyes were red, and he squeezed his voice through his teeth.

Only then did Caiyi let go of the strip of cloth.

Luo Yi is still holding the torture tool, ready to use torture at any time.

Xia Houjue was in a panic, his voice was hoarse: "What else do you want to know?"

Qiongying said: "How to kill the undead?"

"No one on the mainland can reach the ninth level of illusion. If the undead illusion is at the ninth level, almost no one can kill the undead unless the manipulator controls them to commit suicide."

"The soul of the undead exists in the container and lives attached to the container. The manipulator holds the container, and as long as the manipulator's heart blood is dripped into the container, the undead can be manipulated. The container will not be broken, and the soul will not die."

"Once the manipulator dies, or the container is shattered, the undead immediately loses control, becomes insensitive, and becomes a real evil spirit. It may kill wantonly, it may destroy the world, and no one knows what the consequences will be."

(End of this chapter)