Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Chapter 1589 Torture

The reason why Leng Lie lost his composure like that was because they had been worried and unable to sleep or eat during this period, and they couldn't contact Sister Ling and the others, so they couldn't help but feel anxious.

Now that he had finally contacted Sister Ling and the master, he seemed to have found his backbone, and his heart could finally be put at ease.

Upon hearing this, Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan's faces instantly turned extremely ugly, and rage surged in their hearts.

"Tell me where you are now, we'll be there soon," Fu Ling'er said in a deep voice, suppressing her anger.

"Okay, okay, we are in Tianwu City now,"

Fu Ling'er nodded, quickly took out the map and looked for the location of Tianwu City. Wanqi Yuan took back the jade slip and also checked the map.

"Ling'er, it's here," Wanqi Yuan said, pointing to a location at the top corner of the Fifth Heaven map.

"Okay, we'll go there right away." Fu Ling'er looked solemn and a little panicked. She thought of Qingyun and the others.

"Ling'er, don't panic, they will be fine. Although Leng Lie didn't explain in detail, I feel they are safe for now. We still have time to rush over now."

"Well," Fu Ling'er withdrew her thoughts, immediately took out the Qiankun Pen, raised her hand and slashed it hard, and a crack in space appeared.

"Walk."

Tianwu City, under the cover of night, adds a somewhat eerie and mysterious atmosphere to the entire city.

The haunted house in the eastern corner of the city is even more terrifying. It seems to be the habitat of death and darkness. No one dares to set foot in it during the day, let alone in the dark night.

In a dark and damp cell deep in the haunted house, the faint candlelight flickered, illuminating six bodies tied to the rack. They were Lu Qianming and his group of six.

The six people at this moment had long lost their former elegance. Their clothes were ragged, covered with blood and dirt, and they looked extremely miserable. Each of them had pain and fatigue written all over their faces, and their eyes revealed a bit of despair and fear.

Looking closely, their bodies were covered in wounds and bruises. The hideous wounds were crisscrossed, and some were still oozing blood, staining the ground red. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people sick.

"Da Da Da," as the footsteps approached, it sounded like there was more than one person outside the prison door.

Diao Da opened the prison door, and Diao Ming walked in leisurely with his arms behind his back.

Looking up at the six people in front of him, Diao Ming felt happy. Thinking of the day when he was beaten by these people without any chance to fight back, he wanted to kill them immediately.

Humph! So what if you are so proud? Didn't you fall into his hands today?

His eyes swept over the six people one by one, wondering how he should "entertain" these guys?

This question has been lingering in Diao Ming's mind, making him fall into deep thought. Suddenly, an evil and crazy thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and Diao Ming's originally distorted face instantly became hideous, like a pervert with an extremely twisted mind.

Then, a blood-curdling laugh burst out from his throat.

"Bring me the whip, so you can vent your anger first." Diao Ming opened his hand, and Diao Da immediately handed the whip with barbs to Diao Ming.

Diao Ming shook his wrist, and with a "swish", the whip swung out with a sound of breaking through the air.

"Snap," a whip hit the nearest Mo Yunchen. His torn body was covered with blood again.

"Well……"

Accompanied by a low and suppressed groan, a wave of pain instantly swept through Mo Yunchen's body like a tide. The pain was so intense that it briefly cleared up his originally chaotic brain.

He raised his head with difficulty, slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze was like two cold rays, shooting straight at Diao Ming in front of him. However, there was no expression on that handsome face, and he just stared at Diao Ming coldly.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his contempt and disdain were so obvious. Then, he seemed to have lost all his strength, and his head drooped again, looking extremely listless.

He just waited for the storm quietly with an attitude of complete nonchalance and obliviousness to the other party's existence.

That contemptuous attitude immediately ignited Diao Ming's anger. Then, he raised his wrist, and dense "pa pa" sounds echoed in the dim cell.

Apart from the initial groan, Mo Yunchen bit his lips tightly. Although his face was as pale as paper, his deep eyes were still firm and stubborn, refusing to show any sign of weakness.

His stubborn look and the bloodstains on the corners of his mouth showed Diao Ming's unbearableness. This made his dark heart even more furious.

Humph! Let's see how long you can be crazy.

Diao Ming seemed to be crazy, swinging the whip in his hand harder and more crazily. Every time the whip fell, it brought a sharp sound of wind, and hit Mo Yunchen's scarred body fiercely. The crisp sound of the whip echoed in the air, like the devil's hideous smile, which was creepy.

Until Mo Yunchen fainted again, Diao Ming was also tired of pumping. He slowed down and walked in front of Shengnuoxuan.

But the same expression appeared on Shengnuoxuan's face again, and Diao Ming's anger turned into vicious whip sounds, lashing Shengnuoxuan's body wantonly.

With blood all over his body and wounds all over his body, it was such a miserable scene.

Diao Ming saw that Sheng Nuoxuan had also fainted, and went over to greet the others one by one. After the whole beating, the depression in his heart not only did not subside, but became even more irritable.

"Diao Da, pour salt water on him. Today I want to see how hard their bones are?" Diao Ming ordered fiercely. Humph! No matter how hard the bones are, they will be broken today.

"Yes, master." Diao Da responded loudly, with a perverted excitement in his tone.

After a while, Diao Da brought a large bucket of highly concentrated salt water, picked up the ladle in his hand, scooped a full ladle, and poured it on Mo Yunchen's bruised body with a "bang".

"Ah..." Along with this heart-wrenching wail of pain, Mo Yunchen's originally tall and straight body was now shaky like a candle in the wind. He clenched his teeth tightly, but the piercing pain was still unbearable for him, and he sweated profusely in an instant.

At this moment, Mo Yunchen felt that every inch of his muscles was occupied by countless tiny and vicious ants. These ants were gnawing at his flesh and blood frantically, and the pain that penetrated deep into his bones came like a tide, wave after wave, almost devouring him completely.

"How is it? Is it painful? Aren't you very crazy? Aren't you tough? Doesn't it feel good? I said that no one who offends me will have a good ending.

Humph! Diao Da, continue. "