Chimoko waved his fat arms, and the thick, long and heavy iron chain turned into a nimble python, quickly climbing and biting towards Fan Wushi.
Fan Wuxi stood on the spot as motionless as a mountain, and only heard a sound of "swipe", Ting Mo came out of the sheath, sword energy was rampant, and a few silver lights shone in the dimness, the "spine" of the iron python was severed, and it flew in mid-air. The middle section was cut into several pieces, and hit the ground with a bang.
Chimoko yelled wildly, and several iron chains attacked Fan Wushi together.
This executioner had eaten a lot of good immortal materials, and his cultivation level was not low, but he only seemed powerless in front of the Demon Lord, just like when the Demon Lord had only a wisp of human soul left, he was also powerless to resist when he was tortured in hell.
Ting Mo pulled out the silvery sword flowers from Fan Wuxi's hands, and the iron chains were cut off again, and the sharp sword energy approached Chi Moke's body, and Chi Moke resisted in embarrassment.
Xie Bian stood aside with his hands behind his back. He could clearly see the path of Zongxuan's swordsmanship, and he also saw Chimoko's end in advance.
The sword energy fiercely bit Chimoko's thick pillar-like legs, and amidst the screams, those two legs were severed from the thinnest ankles, and his body like a mountain of meat fell to the ground with a bang.
Fan Wushi tapped his toes and jumped onto Chimoko's back.
Chimoko turned over abruptly, clasped his arms together, and wanted to slap Fan Wuzhen alive, but Fan Wuzhen jumped into the air again, swords and flowers flew, and the two arms were also crippled in the splash of blood and flesh.
Chimoko collapsed on the ground like a pile of rotten flesh, crying and begging: "Your Majesty, please forgive me."
Fan Wuxi landed on Chimoko's stomach, his eyes were downcast, and he couldn't see the expression clearly, but his tense jaw revealed a silent coldness.
"Your Majesty, I'm just following orders, it's them, they're the ones looking at you for your immortal bones and flesh."
"I will find them." Fan Wuxi quickly drew a circle on Chimoko's belly with his sword.
Jie Bian was no stranger to that formation, it was the Tiangang Positive Demon-Binding Formation that once suppressed Zong Minghe in Diancang Peak, this formation could trap ghosts in pain and torment forever.
But to spread this formation directly on the ghosts, I am afraid that only the Demon Lord who has intensively studied the "Yellow Emperor's Yinfu Tianji Jing" can do it. I don't know if it will have a more terrifying effect, but seeing Chimoko struggling violently and crying in despair, the answer is no. It goes without saying.
The Demon Lord's revenge is to return to the torturer the unending pain of being tortured in hell.
Fan Wuzhen put away his sword, lowered his head and said to Xie Bian: "Let's go."
Xie Bian stood in front of Fan Wushi: "Look up at me."
Fan Wuxi's shoulders and neckline visibly stiffened, he pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his head. In the eyes of those charming hanging foxes, the veins of black blood are indeed spreading.
"We're not here for revenge." Xie Bian said in a deep voice, "You want revenge, but after Jiang Qulian is settled, no one can stop you. You can't be controlled by your demons now."
"Yeah." Fan Wuxi didn't even look at the rotten meat struggling on the ground, he pulled Jie Bian out of the torture room, and closed the stone door. He stood against the wall, adjusted his breathing, and the rising and falling of his chest gradually subsided. After a long time, he said: "I may meet many executioners later, I will try my best to restrain myself."
"You must restrain yourself." Xie Bian emphasized his tone.
Fan Wuxi picked up the mask, and before putting it on his face, he looked at Jie Bian again, his face was pale, but his eyes were dark, "Only you can stop me, it depends on whether you want to."
"Don't threaten me with this." Jie Bian said angrily.
Fan Wuxi put on the mask, but couldn't hide a slight smile from the corner of his lips: "Brother, don't you understand, I will do whatever it takes."
"you… "
"let's go."
The Infernal Hell is actually composed of torture chambers of different sizes. No wonder they can't hear the screams of other hells. Each torture chamber is like a closed stone jar, temporarily sealing up the bloody cruelty that is being performed. The silence here only made people more flustered, how would they find Lan Chuihan in this torture room
Xie Bian casually pushed a room away, and a turbulent heat wave forced him back a few steps. The Infernal Hell is located in the heart of the volcano, and the heat is unbearable. They can only grit their teeth and persist with their spiritual protection, but the heat of this torture chamber has turned into a tangible sharp weapon. Just a few steps forward may melt a layer of their skin.
"Brother, don't go in."
Fan Wuzhen couldn't stop him in time, Xie Bian drew an ice talisman to protect his body, and walked in with force. In the torture chamber was a pool of boiling magma, bubbling and bubbling. An inhuman figure was soaked in the magma, with only bones left on its torso and limbs, and only a head floating on the surface of the lava, its skin drooping like a melted candle. At the neck, "he" opened his mouth wide, as if screaming, but the throat had been dissolved by magma, so he couldn't make any sound.
The next moment, Xie Bian was dragged out by Fan Wuzhi, and he slammed the stone door shut. He was gasping for breath, still not recovering from the shock.
"There are hundreds of torture chambers here, and each one is different." Fan Wuxi said darkly.
Xie Bian grabbed Fan Wushi's collar and stared at him with his eyes tearing apart.
"... big brother."
"You, you too..." Xie Bian thought of the human soul he saw just now. He was thrown into the magma pool to corrode and burn continuously. He could not survive or die. The unimaginable pain and despair are the prisoners of the endless hell. To experience
It's not that he doesn't know the horror of hell's punishment. It's a means of punishing evildoers, and it's the karma that every wicked person deserves. But when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still shocked by such cruelty, which caused him the most pain and fear. Yes, it was so clear and unavoidable to see what kind of torture Zong Zixiao had suffered here.
"Of course, we are tortured in different torture chambers all day long. I have experienced all the tortures." Fan Wuxi gently held Bian's hand, even if he recalled the worst past, as if he could cut it right now. He felt severe pain on his skin, but just because this person showed a little concern for him and took the initiative to grab his clothes, he miraculously remained calm.
Xie Bian stared blankly at Fan Wuzhen, looking at this face that he was so familiar with that he could draw it with the Danqing pen even with his eyes closed, Xiao Jiu's childish smiling face and its double image appeared, he couldn't restrain himself from imagining This face became something that was neither human nor ghost in the lava pool, and could not even cry out in pain. There were fine and dense tingling pains in his heart, and the tingling pain gradually expanded and deepened, gradually as if he wanted to smash his internal organs.
Xiao Jiu, his Xiao Jiu, has been in such pain...
A hundred years of hell, just four words, what does it really mean
Fan Wuxi saw that Bian's complexion was as pale as paper, and his body was a little weak, so he thought that he was injured by the heat generated by the lava, so he hurriedly supported his waist: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Xie Bian shook his head, how should he answer, saying that he actually loves Xiao Jiu? He would never say that.
"Don't just open the torture chamber, cold kiln, poisonous miasma, basin basin, sea of fire, these may hurt you, even those seemingly ordinary torture chambers, there may not be anything after entering. We can't time to find."
Xie Bian nodded again, but his face still didn't calm down.
"Brother, what's the matter with you?" Fan Wuxi gently squeezed his chin, causing him to raise his face, trying to see the answer from those struggling pupils.
Xie Bian pushed him away, managed to gather his emotions, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."
"..."
"Can we arrest an executioner and force him to ask about Brother Lan's whereabouts?"
"I don't think all execution officers know it. It's too reckless, and it's easy to scare the snake."
"Then what to do."
Fan Wuxi was silent for a moment, and his eyes became more and more sinister: "There is an executioner who is Jiang Qulian's confidant, he must know."
Xie Bian hesitated and said, "The executioner and you..."
"It's the one I most want to crush." Fan Wuxi said harshly.