In a cave filled with light-colored curtains, Qiongqi was tied to an unpretentious chair.

It maintained its human form, with its head lowered and snoring. If it weren't for the golden chains tightly wrapping its body, it would look like it was taking a nap after a meal.

I was tired and sleepy, so I lowered my head and fell asleep.

If you look carefully, you can see the origin of Qiongqi, which is hung with black and colored bubbles. The ratio of the two is about nine to one.

"Everyone, please take a look. This is a gadget recently developed by this little god. It's called 'I Dream of You'."

The gentle voice of the God of Sleep, Yun Zhongjun, sounded nearby, and a group of people walked slowly into the place, all eyes falling on Qiongqi.

If looks could kill, Qiongqi might not even be a scumbag at this moment.

As the head of the ten evil gods, Qiongqi is burdened with countless sins, which cannot be paid off even by peeling off his skin and cramping his body hundreds of times.

Master Xiaojian whispered: "What's so special about this chair of the God of Sleep? Judging from the name, it sounds quite gentle."

"Hehehe."

Yun Zhongjun held his hands in front of him, with a simple and honest smile on his chubby face, and said:

"Gentleness is naturally gentle, and I have a gentle temperament - most of the Tiangong goddesses say so."

Wu Wan urged: "Brother, don't try to sell me off. What do you think of this chair?"

"Please look," Yun Zhongjun tapped his finger, and a shadow from the dream appeared behind Qiongqi.

It was an icy blue dream, with glaciers standing on the ground, and the strange beast's body was penetrated by the glaciers, lying there dying.

The glacier is constantly growing, rising one foot higher every moment. Qiongqi's body cannot move and will gradually be squeezed into pieces by the glacier.

In the dream, Qiongqi woke up, fainted, and kept letting out feeble wails.

But in reality, its body is sitting quietly in the chair, nothing unusual.

"This is you in the ice and snow."

Yun Zhongjun introduced warmly:

"The inspiration for designing this dreamland comes from the adhesion of ice... You don't have to worry that Qiongqi won't experience such pain.

This is called Dreamland, but it is actually a prison for souls.

Qiongqi's body and soul are now separated. As a result, the pain is doubled, because without the protection of the divine body, the soul is already very fragile.

Of course, having you in the ice and snow is not the most effective soul prison. There is also you in the shadow of the sword, you in the coals of fire, you in the thunderstorm, and you in the scissors... Of course, what makes me most proud is this.

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Yun Zhongjun pinched a small bubble at the end of Qiongqi's hair with his fingers, crushed it gently, and a shadow appeared.

It was an illusion with a gray background, and its interior layout was very simple, with only two millstones on top and bottom...

"You are in the millstone."

As he spoke, Qiongqi's dream came to an end.

Its body was shaking violently, it opened its mouth to let out weak but continuous screams, and countless knots were twisted out of the muscles all over its body.

Then, those golden chains burst into light at the same time.

Qiongqi fell silent instantly, lowered his head and fell asleep again.

A black bubble was absorbed by Qiongqi's hair, giving it a new nightmare, the Soul Cage.

Several monks looked at each other, and Qiongqi's screams still echoed in the cave.

They suddenly... thought it was okay to give Qiongqi a happy life...

Yun Zhongjun said sternly: "After all, I am the god of the Heavenly Palace, and Qiongqi and I are both ministers of the same palace, so I have some reservations about taking action."

Wu Wan and Xiao Jian stood by and marveled.

Taoist Xiaojian asked: "Sleeping God, what are these pink bubbles?"

"Black is a nightmare, pink is a dream," Yun Zhongjun said with a smile.

Several deputy pavilion masters breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that although the sleeping god of the Heavenly Palace was ruthless in his methods, he also had some compassion.

Seeing that Wu Wan was a little puzzled, Yun Zhongjun explained:

"If you blindly give it nightmares, it will increase its ability to withstand nightmares, which will actually help it sharpen its soul.

Can I do this kind of hard work and give him a benefit?

Therefore, every time he goes through the nine kinds of nightmares, he will have a beautiful dream. There is everything in the dream, so that he can feel what is beautiful, and then he can understand the pain in the nightmare.

After ten dreams are rotated, it will be ten hours, and he will be given two hours every day to help him restore the power of his soul."

Wu Wang asked: "Brother, has he provoked you before?"

Yun Zhongjun smiled calmly: "Didn't he offend you before? Wherever you are now, it's all leftover from the past."

Wu Wan asked again: "When did you get this set of things for him?"

"It must have been just six or seven years since you went into seclusion," Yun Zhongjun made some calculations, "Anyway, you just lost a few magical powers, and I don't remember it very clearly."

Wu Wan frowned and said, "Did he say anything? He can actually carry it till now."

Yun Zhongjun also frowned and asked, "Did you ask me to ask him something?"

"Didn't I ask you to ask, brother?"

"You went into seclusion right after you returned to the human realm. I don't believe Lin Suqing and the others can testify. Brother, I definitely didn't hear your instructions. What did you ask him?"

"If you didn't ask, then you didn't ask.

Brother, tell me, Qiongqi can know some secrets of the Tiangong. He is just a fierce god and belongs to outside the Tiangong establishment... Otherwise, don't ask?"

"Brother, I think I'll throw him here first and let him dream for hundreds of years. When his soul collapses, I can use his remaining soul to cultivate a soul.

It looks good and looks quite majestic as a mount."

"Brother, what do you think of being a mount for the Snake?"

"The fierce god rides on the fierce god? Brother, you are still better. This is murderous and heart-breaking!"

You want to set a benchmark for the gods in the Heavenly Palace, and those who take the initiative to surrender will be the superior gods, and those who are caught will be the inferior gods?"

"I think too much, but I just feel that running around with the snake is quite tiring."

Wu Wan and Yun Zhongjun murmured at that moment.

The foreheads of the deputy pavilion masters in the human realm were covered with black lines, and they looked at Wu Huan with a hint of fear.

I can't afford to offend, I can't afford to offend, I don't dare to offend, I don't dare to offend.

Wu Huan thought for a while and said, "Brother, let's pull Qiongqi out later. I'm still useful, so don't ruin it."

"Okay, I'll let him recover and reflect on it carefully."

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Wu Wan turned around to invite everyone, and motioned for everyone to wait outside the cave; but several deputy pavilion masters took half a step back neatly, and said hurriedly:

"Master Wuwang, please invite me first."

"You don't have to be polite to us. If we have offended anything before, please forgive me."

"I'm just telling you that the Master of Wuwu Hall has just come to the human realm, so he has the appearance of a human emperor!"

Wu smiled and said nothing, and left the cave one after another with Taoist Xiaojian.

Not long after, Qiongqi's feeble screams rang out from inside, making people shudder and cast a slight shadow on Taoist heart.

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After a while.

Hundreds of miles southwest of Mie Zong, on a hill with no grass growing.

Wu Wan set up a square table and sat cross-legged with Master Xiaojian, taking advantage of the quietness of the place to have a drink with each other.

Several deputy pavilion masters have already set off to return to the Renhuang Pavilion.

Regarding how to deal with Qiongqi, Wu Wang asked them to go back and discuss a plan;

Although he captured Qiongqi, this guy has committed too many crimes in the human realm, and the Human Emperor Pavilion should have a say.

"This cup is dedicated to the souls of those who died in the war."

Xiaojian slowly sprinkled a cup of fine wine on the ground.

Wu Wuyi drew the gourd and said with a smile: "This cup is dedicated to those seniors who burn their souls and fight hard."

"This is a toast to you," Taoist Xiaojian held the wine glass in both hands, his face full of seriousness.

Although Wu Wan felt that this glass of wine was a bit unlucky, he still drank it and looked at Xiaojian and smiled.

A cool breeze blew through the hills, driving away the scorching summer sun.

Xiaojian asked: "Has it been decided yet?"

"What?"
To be continued...