Wang Lun returned to the castle. His parents had just gotten up and when they saw him coming back with a chair, the two elders were stunned.

"Xiao Lun, when did you come back? Did you sleep outside with this chair at night?"

Of course, Qin Huirou recognized that the chair belonged to her, so she didn't understand even more. It was not long before dawn, why did Wang Lun bring the chair back?

Wang Lun explained to his parents, and Qin Huirou then realized it.

Last night, she and her wife Wang Dafang did not hear any movement from Wang Lun's return.

"Xiao Lun, nothing happened when I went out this time, right?"

Even though I saw that my son was in good spirits, nothing happened. As a mother, I still couldn't help but care. Even if my son Xiaolun was only slightly injured, he would be sad.

Wang Lun smiled and said, "Nothing happened, okay, by the way, mom, what should I eat for breakfast?"

There is no shortage of food at home, but the best food is always the food made by my mother, whether it is breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

"This kid," Wang Dafang stood at the door, practicing his own Tai Chi and said slowly, "I must be hungry. The old woman, make his son his favorite fried rice, add green pepper, add Lao Gan Ma, and make another seafood soup."

Qin Huirou couldn't help but lit her husband's head with her hand and cursed: "I'm not serious, these are obviously your favorite food."

Wang Lun quickly helped his father out: "These are very good, they are delicious."

"Call Ruolan to come here again. She usually arrives at the village committee building before eight o'clock. Today, she will ask her to come early without having to eat at home or buy breakfast on the street."

After Qin Huirou finished speaking, when she turned around and was about to go in, she saw that Wang Lun was still holding a chair and was about to go in with herself. Qin Huirou shook her head and said, "Xiao Lun, I don't want me to call this phone number. You have to be more enthusiastic."

"Fight now, fight now."

Wang Lun originally wanted to put down the chair after going in and call Ruolan again. Seeing that his mother was urging her to hurry, he said this.

It's half past seven.

Wang Lun, his parents and Chen Ruolan finished breakfast together.

Of course, before the meal started, Wang Lun went to the basement and once again used magic power to seal off the flame demon cultivators, so as not to secretly lift the seal off and accumulate magic power in secret.

"Ruolan, I'll take you back to the village headquarters."

Wang Lun was not in a hurry to interrogate the cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect, and walked outside side by side with Chen Ruolan.

Along the way, Wang Lun turned around and came back while talking about relaxed topics and sent the person there.

Gu Yuanying secretly left the Qi Sect at night, and then chartered a flight to come. He probably landed at the small airport in Tancheng City. After estimating the time, it would probably take an hour or two to get to Yinshan Village.

In Tancheng, he asked Jiang Xiongfeng to send a car to pick up Gu Yuanying and Gu Honghuang, but he didn't have to drive to pick up each other here in person.

"Mom, I'll go to the basement."

Wang Lun talked to his mother. He hadn't told his parents about the detention in the basement that he didn't want his parents to know about this.

When he arrived at the basement, Wang Lun closed the door, turned on the light, raised his hand directly, and his magic power shot out from his fingers, very thin, like a thin needle, pierced into one of the hands of the cultivators of the Flame Demon Sect.

The cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect groaned and then slowly woke up.

When Wang Lun opened his eyes, he noticed that there was anger in the eyes of the cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect, and his body was struggling hard, probably trying to fight back.

Obviously, the other party recognized who he was.

But the other party's magic power was blocked. At this moment, it was impossible to do it even if you blink or turn your neck.

Wang Lun still blocked the other party's magic power, but lifted a small part of the restrictions, so the other party could speak and move his body in a small range.

As soon as this part of the restrictions was lifted, the other party immediately spoke and sprayed: "Wang Lun, do you know what stupid things you are doing? You and your whole family will die tragically because of this!"

Wang Lun was speechless.

If you say that the other party’s cultivation is obviously higher than his. Before the formal fight, it is okay to whine like this. You can still be considered as if you are not good at whining, weaken his self-confidence or make him angry. This is OK.

But now, the other party has become a prisoner and is still so arrogant and uttering such stupid words. I really don’t know how the other party’s sense of superiority is cultivated. Could it be that the other party’s eyes have been growing on the top of the head, so that it is easier to absorb the sense of superiority. Over the long period of time, the accumulated superiority has been overwhelming?

Wang Lun then responded coldly: "Just just a prisoner, what you should do is to recognize your situation, rather than yelling here stupidly."

The cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect was furious and shouted: "If you dare to kill me, you are just being stupid!"

Wang Lun was too lazy to argue about this and asked, "You are from the Flame Demon Sect, tell me your name."

"Let me go, otherwise you will regret it!" The cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect was still arrogant, and seemed to be really confident.

Although Wang Lun still doesn’t understand where the other party’s confidence comes from.

Wang Lun simply said: "Before you, two groups of monks who took the lead were killed by me, and then, two groups of monks in the lower realm of Jiedan realm were also killed by me, so you will not be an exception."

The cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect was silent, staring at Wang Lun, and no longer spoke arrogantly.

After waiting for a few seconds, the cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect said coldly: "Since that's the case, you won't have a chance to ask anything out of my mouth."

The implication is that since both sides and vertical are dead, he clearly knows that Wang Lun will ask for some information from him, but he will not say it out.

"Different," Wang Lun said calmly, "Die with decent death, and without any desire to die."

After saying that, without giving the other party a chance, Wang Lun directly used the battle vines and controlled him to divide more than ten spike bars at the front.

Although each thorn is only seven or eight centimeters long, there are more than twenty spikes covered with them!

Every spike is black, exuding a metallic luster, and looks hard and cold.

If you look closely, you will find that the spikes are actually curved, bent inward. If they penetrate into the body, they will definitely pull out a small ball of flesh and blood.

Compared to barbs, this special spike is even more terrifying.

Puff.

Wang Lun controlled the war wicks to shoot out, and the dozens of thorns on the front of the war wicks shot quickly like black lightning, and pierced them into the left thigh of the cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect.

This time, it was not extremely tragic. In addition, the cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect has a huge body five meters high, and his body is astonishingly strong and the pain is not very strong.

But Wang Lun then controlled the war funeral and pulled it out violently! The fierce pulling it was completely using the most direct power.

There were about ten thorns, with a total of more than two hundred bent sharp thorns, and they moved out quickly at the same time, instantly splitting the large piece of flesh on the thighs of the cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect. Each brother hooked a thin flesh and blood into a hook.

In an instant, the thighs of the cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect became bloody and bloody.

The injury is second. The key is that when the flesh is divided and then forced out in the form of more than 200 pieces, the dense and severe pain stimulates the pain nerve to the greatest extent!

Even if the body of the cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect is strong and his pain nerves are so damaged, he can't bear it.

The cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect let out a noticeable muffled groan, and then he gasped. His eyes did not dare to look at the condition of his thighs, and his face turned pale in pain.

It can make such a strong practitioner show a painful expression, and you can imagine how strong the severe pain you have to bear.

After Wang Lun finished this, he said calmly: "You should believe that I can torture the people you are not human or ghost, so that you feel that death is a kind of relief, but you can't die by yourself."

This is just a small method. The purpose is not to scare the other party through scaring, but to show the other party his tough means.

The cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect looked down at the terrible wound on his thigh, licked his lips, and suddenly smiled, "Maybe you really have such a method, but it's useless to me."

Then, he changed his subject and said, "I am the Golden Slayer Sword, and I am indeed from the Flame Demon Sect."

"It's not that I'm afraid, I just said the name, but I just said nothing. Now I'll ask you, Youhu, Zuo Shenjun and the others, they are indeed dead at your hands?"

The Golden Slaughter began to ask questions.

Of course, his heart is not as calm as it appears. For human practitioners and monsters, if the torture reaches a certain level, he will not be able to withstand it when facing torture with ordinary people.

If you add a premise and you are not killed by continuous torture, then even those who are beaten will not be able to withstand the torture of severe torture!

And he did not doubt Wang Lun's ability. Wang Lun would definitely grasp the balance point in causing him to suffer severe pain and immortality based on his physical condition. In this way, in theory, he would be tortured by circular torture.

The cycle is that you cannot even seek death, and you cannot realize death as a kind of liberation.

He asked himself that in the face of this form of torture, he might not be able to fight to the end.

Therefore, let’s ask some information from Wang Lun first, and then see what Wang Lun wants to get from him.

If Wang Lun wants to force him to tell a big secret, he will grit his teeth and endure the torture.

"That's right, whether it's Youhu or Zuo Shenjun, or the latter group of Shangyuan Sect cultivators. Anyway, except you and Liu Lingjie, there are all others in the lower realm, and I will kill them." Wang Lun said to the Golden Slaughter.

Tu Jindao's mouth twitched a little, but he didn't expect that this was the case.

It seems that Wang Lun is an alternative, or a special existence in the earth's cultivation world. Other cultivators meet the predictions of the elders of the Flame Demon Sect, that is, other cultivators cannot break through to the Killing Realm.

According to normal circumstances, there are no cultivators in the cultivation world of the Earth. Then, if a genius cultivator in the middle stage of the Cultivation Realm like Liu Lingjie, he and a mid-stage cultivator in the cultivation world of the Earth, can control and dominate the cultivation world of the Earth.
Chapter completed!