Disciple, you are not really invincible, there is still your wife in this world

Chapter [-] Mo Qingcheng goes berserk

A whole barrel of highly concentrated medical alcohol was poured on Qin Yang.

There was a sizzling sound instantly, and a large amount of foam covered Qin Yang's body and then disappeared.

"cough cough..."

No matter how painful it was, Qin Yang did not scream, but seeing such torture, several people standing outside the cell frowned.

Under such torture, Qin Yang never screamed once from beginning to end.

This guy's perseverance is amazing!

Such a character will definitely become a person that makes people admire and admire him!

However, since they have offended the forces in Kyoto, there is nothing to say.

Genius that cannot be used by them has no meaning in existence!

Ye Liuyun was also tired of the torture and said calmly: "That's it. Let's continue tomorrow."

"I don't believe that this kid's will can last forever!"

"If he doesn't surrender for one day, he will continue to be tortured until his spirit collapses and he surrenders completely!"

After Ye Liuyun said that, he turned around and walked out of the cage.

Ye Yangzheng and the others also left, and silence quickly returned to the dungeon.

"Hey! Hey! Boy named Qin, are you still alive?"

The Thief Saint shouted impatiently and kept making clanging sounds.

If their inner strength hadn't been sealed, they might have broken open the cage to check Qin Yang's condition.

The King of Southwest snorted: "Why do you care so much about Mr. Qin? Don't you want to teach him?"

The Thief Saint said angrily: "I don't want to teach him his unique skills, but that doesn't mean I don't like this kid's temperament!"

"King Southwest, don't you think highly of him yourself? You still have the nerve to criticize me!"

The Southwest King remained silent.

The Thief Saint kept shouting, and it was not until a few minutes later that Qin Yang said quietly: "Senior Thief Saint, don't worry about me."

"Their torture will not kill me."

The Evergreen Immortal Power was quietly operating, and his injuries were slowly healing.

The immortal power and strength have been weakened, and can only be used reluctantly.

Using the Evergreen Immortal Power can only make his injuries slightly better.

When it is weakened, there is no way to heal it.

The King of Southwest sighed: "Be gentle, Mr. Qin. There is no benefit in being tough with them. It will only make you uncomfortable."

The Thief Saint spat: "You have no ambition, how can you destroy your prestige? Mr. Qin, don't be a coward! Fight them to the end!"

The king of Southwest scolded: "You brainless idiot, how could Qin Yang still survive in the first place? Aren't you going to suffer the pain of flesh and blood!"

"You don't have to suffer yourself, so you just watch others suffer, right?!"

The Thief Saint shouted: "You think I want to! But for a warrior to give in, his state of mind will be severely affected. Can Qin Yang make progress in the future?!"

The King of Southwest retorted disapprovingly: "Only if you survive can you have hope!"

"If a person dies, what's the use of being upright? Since ancient times, there have been many heroes, but there are some good endings for heroes!"

The Thief Saint responded directly: "Okay, so you are so unambitious! No wonder you gave in immediately after being defeated!"

"The fact that you are now a prisoner is also caused by your own lack of spine!"

The Southwest King seemed to have been stepped on, and he began to rant on the spot that the Thief Saint was a thief who could only do some sneaky things.

One was stealing chickens, two was petting dogs, three was entering the widow's house, and four was being soaked in a pig cage.

The Thief Saint was so angry that he jumped up and called him a coward and a weakling, little Kalami.

Qin Yang couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, and said weakly: "Seniors, please stop arguing. You are both emperor-level experts after all."

"Why are you talking like a primary school student..."

The Southwest King said coldly: "If my strength hadn't been blocked, do you think I could have smashed his mouth?"

Not to be outdone, the Thief Saint said: "It's just you? I'm giving you shame! Bah! If the labor and management are lifted, you can't even catch up with the labor and management if you tear up the space!"

Tear open space?

Qin Yang's expression changed slightly. Is the Southwest King a strong man at the saint level?

The Zhenwu Division is truly amazing!

Even a strong man at the saint level can be imprisoned!

The Southwest King chuckled: "I am too lazy to argue with a rat like you."

After that, he ignored the furious Thief Saint and turned to look at Qin Yang: "Qin boy, what are your plans?"

"You can't really be humiliated by them like this, right? With your strength, you should have enough background and connections outside, right?"

Qin Yang said: "I was tricked in... I wonder if they have any back-ups."

No one from the Luo family has come to see him so far, so it's hard for him to tell.

The Southwest King sighed: "Then you should not even think about going out... If I can contact the old department, there may be a chance to help you out."

"It's a pity that my people won't come to see me for another month."

Qin Yang was a little surprised: "Senior's old team is still there?"

"Well, some people are still big shots in the southwest, but they only came to see me to see if I was dead."

Qin Yang's eyes flickered slightly. The King of Southwest is a strong man in the Southwest. Could it be that his old tribe is from the Southwest Province?

It would be fun if it was someone you know!

...

Tianshu.

A woman with a violent aura and a cold face was beating in from the outside.

The flames are like crazy elves, attacking the strong everywhere.

And she herself is like the Queen of Fire, all flames are controlled by her thoughts.

It seems that she is the God of Fire, controlling all fires in the world.

"Mo Qingcheng, what are you doing?"

A saint from Tianshu appeared and stood in front of Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng's face was as cold as frost, and she moved her fingers without saying a word. The flames followed the path of her fingertips and pulled out a tongue of fire.

Immediately, the flames condensed into countless arrows and shot out!

Saint Tianshu's face turned cold, and his mighty power fell, shattering these arrows!

The pinnacle of saints!

Tianshu's strength seems to be slowly coming to light.

"Mo Qingcheng, do you want the Medicine Temple to be destroyed?"

The saint threatened murderously.

Mo Qingcheng didn't say much. When she stepped on the ball of her foot, a fire lotus appeared, and then the fire lotus carried her into the sky.

During the process of rising, the flame split into two, two into four, and four into eight.

Fire lotuses exuding terrifying waves of destruction surrounded her like satellites!

The saint's pupils shrank: "Mo Qingcheng, do you want to destroy Tianshu?!"

Mo Qingcheng looked at the other party calmly, and with a slight movement of his delicate hands, a fire lotus turned into a stream of light and fell down.

boom!

The saint's dharma was condensed, and the power of the sky exploded, but the fire lotus also exploded, and the terrifying flame beam devoured the opponent.

When the flames disappeared, the body of the peak saint had been burned black.

Of course he wouldn't die, but his injuries were obviously not serious.

Using the power of the saint to heal oneself also requires a lot of physical strength.

"Mo Qingcheng..."

Saint beams of light rose from all around.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes became colder.

"The demon king of Jialuo Temple is suffering from cholera, but Tianshu restrains himself and refuses to help."

"My junior brother is trapped in Zhenwu Division, and Tianshu will not uphold justice for him."

"The ancient geniuses acted recklessly and defeated all kinds of geniuses, and the martial arts world lost all face."

"Master Xia, what is he thinking?"

"Since he wants to see Daxia destroyed, I don't care. I just want my junior brother to be well."

Chi Chi!

The flames exploded beneath her feet, turning into a sea of ​​fire.

The terrifying flaming phoenixes shook their wings in the sea of ​​fire!

"Leave Qin Yang to me, otherwise Tianshu will not need to exist."

The cold voice echoed throughout the sky!