The monks in the lower realm who died tragically before must be very upset before they died. After all, no one has ever calculated that such an opponent has emerged in the Earth World.

The Golden Slaughter Sword understood that he was seriously injured after being attacked. This cannot be said to be a blessing in disguise. It is all because of Wang Lun.

"Why did you choose to attack me in the snow mountain at that time instead of attacking Liu Lingjie?" Jindao continued to ask, wanting to resolve several doubts in his heart.

After all, even if he is killed by Wang Lun in the end, he wants to understand these doubts before he dies and not be a fool.

"How far has the time and space channel been transformed? Why can the mid-stage cultivators in the Jiedan Realm be sent to the Earth Realm this time?"

Wang Lun asked in turn.

He cannot succeed by being turned against the other party.

The other party is always a prisoner, so there is no reason why the other party answers whatever he asks.

Even now, the issues involved between both parties are not very important, but the other party is using this to test the degree of information he wants to get. The more the other party takes the initiative, the more successful the test will be. Therefore, he will not let the other party take the initiative.

Tu Jindao said coldly: "Answer my question first."

Wang Lun didn't say anything, but released the retracted vines again. This time, the curved thorn on each thorn strip would double in size and double in length. If it penetrated, it would pass directly through the flesh and blood and contact the bones, and even the meridians on the bones would be scraped off.

The Golden Slaughter Sword doesn't want to try again. At least, it's not worth suffering this torture now. After all, the question Wang Lun asked does not have any secrets that he cannot tell.

"The transformation has been going on and it is very successful. This time, the mid-stage cultivator in Jiedan Realm can be brought down to the realm. In one month, the late-stage cultivator in Jiedan Realm can be brought down to the realm."

Speaking of this, the Golden Slayer sneered maliciously, "No matter how trepidation you are, you will never reach the level of the middle stage of the Kalpa Realm in less than a month. When facing the late stage of the Kalpa Realm, you will only be suppressed."

Wang Lun ignored the other party's second half of the words, and was skeptical that the next batch of genius monks would be late-stage monks in the Kalpa realm in a month.

There is no evidence to prove this.

He felt that the next batch of cultivators in the lower realm would still have the middle stage of the Killing Realm.

"It's your time to answer my question." At this time, the Golden Sword reminded him coldly.

"Do you know where Liu Lingjie is?" Wang Lun asked again.

The Golden Slaughter shut his mouth and stared at Wang Lun coldly.

But this is not a problem for Wang Lun. Wang Lun reminded: "Answer this question will not make you difficult, so don't challenge my patience."

A practitioner like the Golden Slaughter Sword knows that he will die, so he will watch and measure while watching. If he can answer some not-so-hard questions, he can get a happy time without suffering, and then he will make such a choice.

After all, even if the Golden Slayer knew that he would die at his hands in the end, he was afraid of being tortured continuously.

Sure enough, the gold-slaughtering knife spoke and said, "Do you think I can grasp Liu Lingjie's whereabouts?"

"You probably want him to die, or even think that he can die before. Tell me about his situation and I will kill him," said Wang Lun, "I know you hope that the next batch of monks in the lower realm will kill me."

Liu Lingjie once wanted to sneak attack the Golden Slaughter Knife in the Snow Mountains. The Golden Slaughter Knife probably hoped that Liu Lingjie would be killed by himself.

Wang Lun didn't know that the Golden Slaughter Slayer hoped that Liu Lingjie would be slaughtered by him. After all, the Golden Slaughter Slayer and Liu Lingjie had a deep conflict in the space-time channel, and both had the idea of ​​killing each other.

"You should have fought with Liu Lingjie. I don't know more than you." Jindao said, not saying that he wanted to keep his mouth shut for Liu Lingjie.

Wang Lun knew there was a chance, so he struck while the iron was hot: "After Liu Lingjie escaped, he appeared in several big pits. He used a strange magic weapon in his hand to detect something. Do you know if Lingzong can track the moving array eye?"

The Golden Slayer must have known about the explosion of the array eye and turned into a big pit on the spot, so he did not specifically explain this.

The Golden Slaughter looked surprised, and it didn't seem to be disguised, "There is such a thing?"

After saying that, he continued, "Liu Lingjie is a smart person and can't do thankless stupid things. Since he has explored the original place where the array eye is located, he must have a purpose. He comes from the Lingzong, which may be related to tracking spiritual energy."

In order to get rid of Liu Lingjie, the Golden Sword seemed to be really trying to find a solution. Of course, he thought that this was not helping Wang Lun, but using Wang Lun to get rid of a disgusting mortal enemy.

As for Wang Lun, he is even more mortal enemy, but the next batch of cultivators in the Jiedan realm will naturally take Wang Lun's life.

"Tracking the Aura?"

Wang Lun repeated these four words and then said, "The formation eye suddenly disappeared, and together with the spiritual energy inside, he tracked the spiritual energy. Could there be traces of spiritual energy that can be traced?"

The "tracking spiritual energy" mentioned by the Golden Slayer Sword gave him a new idea.

He really didn't expect this aspect.

After he investigated several array eyes, he found that the spiritual energy could not be sensed in the large pit left after the array eyes disappeared and around the large pit. The spiritual energy and array eyes disappeared at the same time.

It was precisely because he used the most keenest and most meticulous perception methods that he could not sense the spiritual energy, so he naturally did not consider the spiritual energy traces. Therefore, when he saw Liu Lingjie busying with a strange magic weapon in his hand, he ruled out that the other party was tracking the spiritual energy.

After all, he could not sense the traces of spiritual energy, which means that the spiritual energy had completely disappeared without leaving any traces.

But now after the story of the Golden Slaughter Sword, he felt that his previous judgment was a little arbitrary.

After all, Liu Lingjie comes from Lingzong, and Lingzong is the best at using spiritual energy. Perhaps, Liu Lingjie can really sense the traces left by spiritual energy, and then follow the direction of the movement of the spiritual energy traces to the corresponding array eye step by step?

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Wang Lun said in his heart.

"I said that Liu Lingjie will not do useless things." The Golden Sword said coldly, "When he finds the concentration place of the array eye, you will not have the chance to kill him."

"He will be killed by me like other monks in the lower realm." Wang Lun did not use the gold-slaughtering sword to remind him that he had to find a new concentration place for the formation eyes before Liu Lingjie.

Then, Wang Lun answered the question before the Golden Slaughter Sword.

"Relative to me, the identity of the cultivator of the Flame Demon Sect is more sensitive. I must capture you alive before considering sneak attacks first, hurting you hard, and then controlling you." Wang Lun replied.

"It seems that you are determined to capture me, and you want to ask a big secret from me," Thu Jindao smiled, "I'm curious. What big secrets do I have that will make you do this?"

Wang Lun didn't mention this, stood up from the chair, and seemed to be not going to ask again.

The Golden Slaughter asked immediately: "What method did you use to track me down?"
Chapter completed!