Qingwu smiled frivolously and wildly.
Wu Tie raised his right foot and kicked him one after another.
Not using magical power, just pure violence, Qingwu let out an earth-shattering howl, and there were constant sounds of broken bones in his body.
Lifting his foot and crushing most of the bones in Qingwu's body, Wu Tie waved his right hand, and a fragrant spring condensed out of thin air, turning into a drizzle and sprinkling on Qingwu's body.
Qingwu's body squirmed, the broken bones in his body healed quickly, and they were all restored in just one breath.
Wu Tie said nothing, and continued to raise his foot, stomping on Qingwu.
After hundreds of times like this, Qingwu's face turned pale, the wild and frivolous light in his eyes became scattered, and his whole person was on the verge of collapse.
Except for the first few times, Wu Tie only used pure violence. Every time after that, Wu Tie blessed Qingwu with a witchcraft.
All kinds of weird witchcraft amplified any sensation on Qingwu's body, whether it was pain, itching, soreness, numbness, etc., by hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of times.
After magnifying it to the extreme, even Wu Tie's slight snort was like thunder exploding in Qing Wu's ears, causing his seven orifices to bleed, and making him scream in pain.
And his own miserable howl and the air flow caused by his breathing triggered an even more terrifying chain reaction.
His own miserable howl shattered his eardrums and turned his brain into tofu, which was then directly repaired by Wu Tie's spring breeze and rain magical power.
The airflow caused by his turbulent breathing rubbed his lungs like a blade, tore open his trachea, and spurted out from his mouth and nose. Then large swaths of blood mist sprayed out, causing his eyes to blacken and the blood vessels all over his body to throb.
The blood flow speed is accelerating, the body becomes extremely fragile, and the blood vessels cannot bear the flow of blood. As a result, blood vessels, large and small, were all spurting out blood.
Qingwu let out a miserable howl. He struggled on the edge of life and death. He wanted to die neatly again and again, but was pulled back from the edge of painful death by Wu Tie again and again.
"Even the most professional jailers and the most powerful punishment masters in the Wu Kingdom are not as thorough as me in knowing how to inflict maximum pain on people." After Wu Tie tortured people like this for hundreds of times, he lowered his head and looked down at Qingwu. .
"Yours, your soul, everything about you, every tiniest cell, every tiniest structure, everything in your human body, there is no secret in front of me."
"I know how to make you hurt like hell."
"I know how to drive you to utter despair."
Qingwu spit out a mouthful of blood, and raised his head tremblingly. The scattered light in his eyes suddenly condensed, and the pupils shrunk to the size of needlepoints stared at Wu Tie. Qingwu hissed: "Despair? Hahaha, we You won’t despair, it’s you who should despair!”
After spitting out a few broken teeth, Qingwu said in a strange voice: "You did a good job in the land of the Three Kingdoms, and you did a very good job here in Sui Dynasty. King Wu Tie, you successfully stopped it." Our harvest in both places.”
"But what's the use? In other places, hahaha, in Tianzijia No. 2 Hunting Ground, we have slaughtered all the human beings on that land mass, leaving only some human races, so that they can slowly of reproduction.”
"Oh, this kind of behavior is like harvesting leeks and leaving the roots behind, waiting for the next harvest."
"We almost slaughtered all the humans in the Tianzijia No. 2 Hunting Ground. We destroyed the poor civilization they had worked so hard to accumulate. The human race we left behind, most of their IQs were wiped out by us, and they have now returned. We have arrived at a primitive tribal society where we eat hair, drink blood, and cultivate slash-and-burn farming.”
"This is what is happening on the hunting ground No. 2 of Tianzi Jia, and on the battlefield No. 7 of Dizi Bing. A civil war is breaking out. Kowloon is seizing the direct descendants. Hey, a complete divine dynasty is divided into nine major divine kingdoms to attack each other. .”
"They are about to fall into our hands and they are about to exhaust themselves fighting each other."
"Ah, there is also Tianzi Ding No. 9 Hunting Ground. The resistance here is fierce, but their God Emperor is our devout believer. He is using the flesh and blood of hundreds of millions of people to build altars and offer sacrifices to us."
"Just half a month ago, the God Emperor of Tianzi Ding No. 9 Hunting Ground sacrificed all his direct descendants to us!"
"Hehe, there are many, many more examples like this."
"King Wu Tie, you have done very well. You are really, very, very, very powerful. But what can you do? You are alone and you try your best. What you can do is only in two insignificant parts. The little things on the battlefield thwart our harvest plans.”
"That's right, that's right." Qing Wu smiled brightly at Wu Tie: "You must be very confused, why do I know the names of the so-called hunting ground with the word Tian, the battlefield with the word earth, and the fate field with the word human?"
"Ah, King Wu, do you know what these representatives represent?"
Qingwu tilted his head and looked at Wu Tie with a smile: "This means that our power has penetrated into Wa Island. Oh, oh, do you know Wa Island? Do you know? Do you know these hunting grounds, battlefields, and fate fields? , what do they represent?”
"It represents your complete sinking and despair!"
Qingwu's whole body twitched, and he smiled at Wu Tie word by word: "The reason why I still stay here and endure your humiliation and torture is because I want to tell you personally and face to face that you Pangu survivors, There is absolutely no chance of turning over.”
"You are destined to despair. Why are you still struggling?"
Qingwu grinned: "Why are you still struggling in vain? Isn't it a good thing for you to quietly and peacefully wait for the grace of the gods to come?"
"Why must we struggle and resist? Does it make sense?"
Wu Tie looked at Qingwu's twisted and happy face, and kicked him in the face.
All kinds of curses that became more and more cruel and vicious fell like a storm. Wu Tie picked up a poisonous scorpion whip covered with barbs in the prison and struck Qing Wu head and face.
Beaten, nearly died, treated and then beaten again, nearly killed again, treated again
Qingwu's cries, wails, curses, and begging for mercy echoed throughout the cell.
After another three hundred rounds, Wu Tie dropped the poisonous scorpion whip that had almost disintegrated, smiled and nodded to Qingwu: "Now, I feel much better. I have some questions, are you willing to answer them?" ?”
Qingwu panted for a while, regained some energy, then looked at Wu Tie with a smile and shook his head: "What do you think?"
Wu Tie pointed at Qingwu with a smile: "You're so naughty, this is not good. Well, it's really not good."
Wu Tie squatted in front of Qingwu and tapped his eyebrows with his fingers: "Are you the essence and blood clone of a certain god? I have seen the essence and blood clones of Youruo and Wutou, and they give people the same feeling. "
"Well, I want to talk to your true self." Wu Tie said to Qingwu sincerely.
"Come, lick my feet." Qingwu's smile became brighter: "Perhaps if you lick them clean, I will be merciful and give you a chance to see you?"