Saint Qin Batu

The people who came down were all dressed in luxurious clothes, obviously, they could all be regarded as dignitaries.

However, in this dirty secret room, these people looked indifferent, not even frowning.

Faced with Ying Zheng's sarcasm, the two Nascent Soul cultivators clearly showed displeasure.However, seeing others seem to be indifferent, I really made a fuss, and I was indeed a little lost.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if you close your sense of smell. Return your cultivation to us if you have the ability!" One of them said coldly.

Ying Zheng chuckled, but didn't want to pay any further attention.

Now both of them have been reduced to prisoners, but they still care about every detail. Obviously, they have never gained any real experience.

Combined with the first secret Nascent Soul that he met that year, Ying Zheng couldn't help but start to think deeply, whether the enemy in the fairyland is not so scary.

In fact, just as Ying Zheng thought.

Since the Zhou Dynasty, most monks moved to the outer islands.

However, the lack of resources on the island is not to mention.The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is also getting thinner and thinner, so it is more difficult to nourish geniuses and earth treasures.

If a person wants to improve his cultivation, there are not many ways other than hard work.In addition, Mishima is almost all under the control of the three ancestors, and there are very few acts of fighting in the same room.

Even if there are grievances, most of them will be reconciled.Therefore, most of the people on the island, except for those cultivators who survived from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, are mostly neglected in actual combat.

As a monk, if you only practice Taoism and don't practice actual combat, how high can your combat power be?

But, this is also a helpless move.Under the law of heaven, the aura between the heaven and the earth will become thinner and thinner, and these monks, although they are called monks, are just a group of people waiting to die after all.

The so-called practice is nothing more than a later death.

"Tell me, how many Nascent Soul cultivators like you are there in the Immortal Realm? How many are there in the Realm of Transforming Gods, and what is the cultivation level of the ancestors you speak of?"

Yingzheng's problems came one after another.However, the two remained silent.

"Hmph!" Ying Zheng sneered, then waved his hand.As the leader of the net, Gan Luopi walked out from behind Ying Zheng with a half smile.

Although Gan Luo was in his thirties at this time, he still looked in his early twenties.It seems that there is not much difference from those weak crown teenagers.

"Buzz!"

Gan Luo slowly drew out his saber.The cold saber, with a cold glow, dangled back and forth in front of the two of them.

"My sword, go down, guess, will it hurt?" Gan Luo's voice was a little gloomy.Obviously like a skilled coercion master.

Among the two, the monk who looked a little younger, his expression changed slightly.

However, the other person snorted coldly with disdain: "Although our cultivation base is sealed, we are Nascent Soul cultivators after all. How can mere ordinary soldiers break our flesh?"

As soon as this remark came out, not only Gan Luo Yingzheng, but even Guiguzi behind Yingzheng, Ji Hao and the others showed some interesting expressions.

Man is the knife and he is the fish.But I still don't know how to restrain myself. It seems that I and others really overestimate the people in the fairyland.

As the saying goes, if you are old but not dead, you are a thief, not a fool in the fairyland.Rather, this nearly thousand years of ordinary life has already numb their senses.

Without too much entertainment, they practiced all day long in order to survive, making even the most basic interpersonal communication extremely rare among the people of Mishima.

As the executioner, Gan Luo smiled the happiest.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sword piercing into the flesh came to the ears of two astonished monks.

Immediately afterwards, the older-looking monk suddenly showed a hint of pain on his face.

However, as said earlier.Although he couldn't bear the current environment, it was impossible not to miss this pain on the way of cultivation.

In fact, although overseas monks are not sociable, they are not as low as Ying Zheng guessed.

Compared with such a young monk, this elderly monk has suffered more.Of course he also knew that since the young man in front of him dared to make a move, there must be a way to hurt him.

He did this in order to keep the island's secrets.Otherwise, once the secret of the island is revealed and known by the ancestors, their family members will definitely die without a place to bury them.

However, he is a person who keeps the world in peace all day long, and his vision is still insufficient after all such torture.

Gan Luo chuckled, pulled out his sword, and with a flick of the blade, an insignificant piece of flesh and blood was separated from the monk.

The monk frowned, Gan Luo didn't remove much flesh and blood, just a small piece, and the pain was still within the range of tolerance.Even, it was not as good as the previous sword.

However, before he could react, the sword light in Gan Luo's hand flashed again.Another piece of flesh and blood...

Next, the sword in Gan Luo's hand seemed to never stop.

One piece, one piece, in an instant, the clothes that were originally clean had already become dripping with blood.

Then the monk who was sentenced to Lingchi, his lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something but couldn't speak.

Looking at the sea island monk with a miserable expression, everyone present seemed to be used to it, and there was no change at all.

On the contrary, beside the monk, the slightly younger monk's cheeks were already tense at this moment.

Gan Luo seemed a little tired. He slowed down the speed in his hand slightly, glanced at the monk at the side, and showed a sincere smile.

However, immediately after, the bloody flesh flew up in front of his eyes again.

Ling Chi's punishment is extremely tragic even in later generations.What's more, these monks have rarely seen blood, how can they face such a tragic scene?

It is not easy for the tortured monk to persist until now.

Finally, when Gan Luo finished picking his limbs, the monk finally couldn't bear the pain and passed out completely.

Gan Luo gently shook off the blood on the saber in his hand, and said in a soft voice: "If you don't speak again, it will be your turn next!"

Another monk's lips trembled violently, but he couldn't say a word.

Ying Zheng smiled slightly, knowing that his goal had been achieved.

The cruelest torture is not to let him experience it personally, but let him look at the other person and experience the pain slowly.

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Chapter 458 A Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission

As Ying Zheng and the others expected, when the older monk passed out.The remaining monk gave up before Gan Luo even approached.

The purpose of their visit, as well as the situation on the island, were spat out like pouring beans.

Ying Zheng knew about their purpose from the very beginning.

Heaven has been slaughtered, and it will be a matter of time for people overseas to know.What Yingzheng really cares about is the strength in the fairyland.