Xingtian Tomb.

"Bang--"

Zhong Yuan's body surged into the void and punched a huge peak on the earth. In an instant, most of the huge peak collapsed, revealing a mountain belly space.

In the belly of the mountain and above the cushion, there was a decorator sitting upright, not shaking or moving, as if he was in seclusion and practicing the Dharma.

However, Zhong Yuan, you do know that this person is dead.

At that moment, Zhong Yuan fell down and came to the monk. After bowing his hand, he swung his sleeves and an invisible suction force, sweeping the monk's side with a pair of sun, moon and golden wheels.

"It seems that this Daluo God Lord is not rich anymore. It has only been so long since I found these eight Daluo treasures!" Zhong Yuan shook his head slightly and sighed.

At this moment, Zhong Yuan didn't know that if he had such emotion in front of many monks who had just entered the Daluo Golden Immortal, he would be beaten up in groups!

After collecting the Sun and Moon Golden Wheel, Zhong Yuan immediately collected the corpse of the monk. For Zhong Yuan, this corpse is also a great tonic.

However, the monk's body had just brushed through the sleeve of his robe. At that time, the monk's body disintegrated like clouds and mist, and instantly disappeared. Correspondingly, a little golden light burst out and rushed towards Zhong Yuan's heavenly spirit.

"puff--"

Caught off guard, even with Zhong Yuan's strength, Tianling, was also passing by the golden light and rushing into Zhong Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

The golden light entered the sea of ​​consciousness. At that time, he turned into a giant with three heads and eighteen arms. He held various Buddhist magic weapons such as lotus, golden ling, treasure pestle, and Ruyi. With a vibration, the eighteen magic weapons emitted auspicious light and rushed towards Zhong Yuan's soul.

Facing this, Zhong Yuan, your soul was shocked, and then he smiled indifferently. It disintegrated and disappeared without a trace.

"Little guy, do you think that such a little trick can hide it from me?" The giant shouted loudly, with three heads and nine eyes, each shining brightly, splattering from all directions.

At this moment, a big bell suddenly appeared in Zhong Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness. The whole body was round and densely packed, full of various patterns.

"when--"

As soon as the bell rang, a giant monument about a meter was suddenly revealed out of thin air. It was pressed down from the head of the giant, and in an instant, it staggered its body and staggered for a moment.

"when--"

The bell rang again, and a roulette suddenly appeared and appeared above the giant monument. The light burst out like a flowing spring and waterfall, pouring down and pouring into the giant monument.

"Ga—"

With a loud bang, the giant was crushed to the ground by the giant monument.

At this time, the giant monument "buzzed", spontaneously shook, and waves surging out, surging above the giant ten feet of the giant. At that time, the giant ten feet of the giant shrank rapidly.

Nine thousand feet, eight thousand feet, seven thousand feet,...

In just a moment, the giant returned to his normal body.

"How is it possible? How can you have such powerful magic power? I clearly feel that you are just strong in your body?"

The monk was obviously very confused about the sudden reversal of the situation. However, Zhong Yuan naturally would not explain anything to him. When that was the case, he said, "Tell me, tell me all the situation of Xingtian's tomb you know. I will give you a pleasure, otherwise you will be ready to suffer for years!"

Zhong Yuan's words were very dull, but this dullness was filled with extreme coldness, which made the monk feel shocked.

"You answer my question first, and I will answer your question!" The monk was very persistent in the cause of his defeat. When that was the case, he asked regardless of his current situation.

Zhong Yuan smiled faintly, grabbed his hand out of thin air, and a dark golden bone staff appeared out of thin air. On the bone staff, there were thousands of pictures, and each picture was a picture of monks being punished, one more miserable. At a glance, it seemed that there was a feeling of empathy, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

This bone staff is the Tianxing Scepter that Zhong Yuan has not used for a long time.

The Heavenly Sword Scepter is the condensation of the Thousand Punishments of Hell Gods. So far, tens of thousands of methods that can bring endless pain to the monks, but it is a method that can cause little harm to the monks. This kind of magical power can be said to be specially created for torture. At this moment, Zhong Yuan waved the Heavenly Sword Scepter without hesitation and smashed the monks on the back of the monk who wanted to seize the body.

When that was the case, a terrifying and terrifying sound of "Ah--" was almost shaking the screams that shook the heaven, earth, sun and moon. It took a long time to stop and was extremely loud.

After a while, the scream stopped. However, the monk's body still couldn't stop trembling, as if the remaining power had not disappeared.

"How about it, I can still pass by the power of my staff!" Zhong Yuan smiled faintly and said again, "I think you can speak out what I want to know now!"

"Dream! I will die sooner or later, it's better to be depressed!" The monk calmed down his emotions and replied immediately.

After hearing this, Zhong Yuan laughed rather than angry and said, "Very good. It seems that I am still too kind. The lesson you have learned is not profound enough. You have to come again!"

While speaking, Zhong Yuan was not polite, and the Tianxing Scepter in his hand waved again. In an instant, he continuously knocked on his body, and the staff was fierce.

"ah--"

The monk screamed again at the right time, and his voice became louder and louder than the last time, and it was even more miserable. At this moment, the expression on the monk's face was distorted. It was his body, and he could not move too much. If he could, his whole body would be distorted.

After a while, the monk stopped screaming. At this moment, he seemed to have experienced an extremely difficult battle, his whole body seemed a little exhausted, his face was dark, and his eyes were unconscious.

"Now, you should be able to say it!" Zhong Yuan said with a faint smile on his face.

After hearing this, the monk replied in a rather low voice, "Dream in your dream! I won't tell you even if I die. Just wait and see others take away the treasure!"

"Die?! For others, death may be easy, but for you, it is very difficult!" Zhong Yuan did not wave the Tianxing Scepter again immediately when he heard this, but said lightly, "Maybe, you still don't understand what I said. You can feel the origin of your own and understand what's going on!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, the monk unconsciously sensed his origin. This induction didn't matter, but when it was, he was shocked.

He originally thought that he had suffered such inhuman torture and had to have been seriously injured and dying after the reincarnation of the Gate of Ghost. Even if Zhong Yuan gave up the spiritual medicine to treat him, he would probably be wiped out in ashes in a few times. In that case, he would not have to suffer this sin again. However, he found that his origin had not been hurt at all and was still intact.

My serious injury, weakness, etc., all negative situations are just my own feelings. In fact, I was not injured.

"Could it be that everything I just did was an illusion? But how could this be possible? The illusion could be so real?" Unconsciously, the monk murmured.

"All of this is naturally not an illusion, but it is true that you are not injured!" Zhong Yuan heard this, and said to time, "But you don't know that there is a magical skill in this world called "Thousands of Destruction and Destruction". It is condensed from a series of punishments that make people suffer but have little injuries. This Heavenly Sword of Punishment is its real name, the true seed of magical powers!

I will use this stick to conquer you, and even if I torture you every day, I am afraid that it will take hundreds of thousands of years to die, or even millions of years later."

Speaking of this, Zhong Yuan paused for a moment, and then continued, "Of course, although you have suffered a little pain, but from another perspective, you have made a profit. After all, with me protecting you, you have lived for so long! What do we monks do in our practice? Isn't it just for the purpose of immortality in the world?"

As for Zhong Yuan’s joke, this monk was not aware of it. Now, his mind was full of words such as the words of abuse. "How could anyone create such a perverted martial art? What is the meaning of this?"

"The meaning? Isn't it the case now? It's much more convenient to torture!" Zhong Yuan said immediately, "Of course, you haven't surrendered yet. However, this is not a bad thing for thousands of people torture. It's just that my personal practice is not enough. During this period, I just thought about my own cultivation and ignored the exploration of this method.

It doesn’t matter, I still have a magical power tree that can infinitely deduce magical powers. It won’t take long to push these thousands of ruins to a higher level. At that time, I believe you will definitely surrender!”

"No need, you win, I will surrender now!" After hearing this, the last bit of persistence in the monk's heart was also shattered. When that was the case, he replied with a wry smile.

"Very good! It seems that my destruction is still very useful! In the future, I will continue to practice and strengthen it!" Zhong Yuan smiled and said, "When he heard this, he said.

"I know very well what you want to know. I can tell you without any reservations, but can you agree and give me a happy ending? I really don't want to be beaten by your God of Strike again!"
Chapter completed!