Qingwu smiled frivolously and violently.

Wu Tie raised his right foot and kicked him one by one.

There is no magical power, it is just pure violence. The blue mist makes a shocking sound of tragic sounds, and the sound of bones breaking in the body is constantly coming.

He raised his foot and slashed most of the bones in Qingwu's body. Wu Tie waved his right hand and a fragrant spring condensed out of thin air, turning into a drizzle and sprinkled on Qingwu's body.

Qingwu's body was wriggling, and the shattered bones in his body healed quickly, and all of them recovered during breathing.

Wu Tie continued to raise his feet without saying a word, and trampled on the green mist.

After hundreds of times, Qingwu's face turned pale, his eyes were rampant, and the frivolous divine light had become scattered, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Except for the first few times, Wu Tie only used pure violence. Every time later, Wu Tie blessed the witch curse on Qingwu.

All kinds of strange witch curses made Qingwu feel any bit of itch, whether it was pain, itch, sourness, numbness, etc., magnification hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of times.

After magnifying to the extreme, even if Wu Tie snorted gently, it seemed as if thunders exploded in Qingwu's ears, shaking his seven orifices and making him scream with pain.

And his own miserable howling and the airflow brought by his breath triggered an even more terrifying chain reaction.

His own miserable howling shattered his eardrums, making his brain almost become tofu, and then he was directly repaired by Wu Tie's magical power of spring breeze and rain.

The airflow brought by his rushing breathing rubbed his lungs like a blade, tearing open his trachea, and sprayed out from his mouth and nose. So large patches of blood mist sprayed, causing blackness in front of his eyes and causing his blood vessels to rush straight into the pain.

The blood flow rate is accelerating, the body becomes extremely fragile, and the blood vessels cannot withstand the flow of blood. Therefore, no matter the large or small blood vessels, they are spraying blood outwards.

Qingwu made a tragic howling sound. He struggled on the edge of life and death, trying to die quickly and neatly, but was pulled back by Wu Tie again and again from the edge of being hurt.

"Even the most professional jailer in Wu Kingdom and the most powerful punishment master, I am not as thorough as this king. I can understand how to create the greatest pain for people." After Wu Tie abused this hundreds of times, he lowered his head and looked down at the blue mist.

"Your **, your soul, everything, your human body, every tiniest cell, every tiniest structure, everything, there is no secret before my eyes."

"I know how to make you feel so painful."

"I know how to make you completely desperate."

Qingwu spitted blood, and he raised his head tremblingly. The divine light scattered in his eyes suddenly condensed, and his pupils that narrowed to the size of a needle tip stared at Wu Tie. Qingwu said with a voice: "Despair? Hoho, we won't despair, we should be despairing, you should be despairing!"

After spitting out a few broken teeth, the green mist said in a strange voice: "You did a good job in the Three Kingdoms Land, you did a good job here in Suichao... It's very good, Wu Tie, you have successfully stopped us from harvesting these two places."

"But what's the use? In other places, hoho, at the Tianzi Jia No. 2 hunting ground, we have slaughtered all the human races on that land block, leaving only some 'race' to allow them to slowly reproduce in the future."

"Oh, this behavior is like harvesting leeks, leaving rhizomes and waiting to harvest a crop."

"We have almost slaughtered all the human races in the hunting ground of Emperor Zijia No. 2, and we have destroyed the pitiful civilization they have accumulated with great difficulty... Most of the IQs of the 'race' we left behind have been wiped out by us. Now they have returned to the primitive tribal society where they eat raw meat and drink blood, and slash and fire farming."

"This is what is happening on the hunting ground of Tianzi Jia 2, and there is also the battlefield of Dizi Bing 7. A civil war is breaking out, and the Nine Dragons are fighting for the throne. Hey, a complete divine dynasty is divided into nine gods and kingdoms to attack each other."

"They are about to fall into our hands...they are about to exhaust their vitality in the killing of each other."

"Ah, there is also the hunting ground of Tianzi Dingjiu. The resistance here is very fierce, but their God Emperor is our devout believer... He is building an altar with the flesh and blood of billions of people and offering sacrifices to us."

"Just half a month ago, the God Emperor from the hunting ground of Tianzi Dingjiu sacrificed all his direct descendants to us!"

"Hey, there are many such examples."

"Martial King Wu Tie, you did a good job... You are really, very powerful, very powerful... But what can you do? You are alone, you give your all your strength and can do it, but you will be a small defeat of our harvest plan on two insignificant local battlefields."

"By the way, by the way..." Qingwu smiled at Wu Tie with a roaring eyebrows: "You must be very confused. Why do I know the so-called hunting ground for the characters of heaven, battlefield for the characters of earth, and life field for the characters of herringbone?"

"Ah, King Wu, do you know what these representatives represent?"

Qingwu tilted his head and looked at Wu Tie with a smile: "This means that our power has penetrated into Wa Island... Oh, oh, oh, do you know Wa Island? Do you know? Do you know what these hunting grounds, battlefields, and life grounds represent?"

"It represents...your...complete...sinking...and...despair!"

Qingwu twitched all over. He smiled at Wu Tie with one word, one word, one word: "The reason why I am still here to endure your humiliation and torture is that I want to talk to you in person, face to face, and tell you... you Pangu's remnants have no possibility of turning over."

"You are destined to be desperate... Why do you still struggle?"

Qingwu grinned, "Why, still, futile, struggle? Isn't this a good thing for you to wait quietly and peacefully for the grace of the gods?"

"Why, have to, struggle, have to, resist? Does it make sense?"

Wu Tie looked at Qingwu's twisted and happy face and kicked him in the face.

All kinds of curses that became more and more cruel and vicious fell like a storm. Wu Tie picked up a barbed scorpion whip in the prison and slapped Qingwu in the face.

Beating, dying, treating... Then beat again, dying again, treating again...

The crying, howling, scolding, begging for mercy in the entire cell.

After another three hundred rounds, Wu Tie dropped the poisonous scorpion whip that had almost disintegrated, and nodded to Qingwu with a smile: "Now, I feel much better. I have some questions, are you willing to answer?"

Qingwu gasped for a while, he returned to his spirits, then looked at Wu Tie with a smile and shook his head: "You guess?"

Wu Tie smiled and pointed at Qingwu: "It's so naughty, this is not good. Well, it's really not good."

Wu Tie squatted in front of Qingwu and gently tapped his eyebrows with his fingers: "Are you the essence and blood clone of a certain 'god'? I have seen Youruo and Aconitou and others' essence and blood clones, which give people the same feeling."

"Well, I want to talk to your deity." Wu Tie said sincerely to Qingwu.
Chapter completed!