The idiot went crazy again today

The night wind in late autumn passed through the hall, blowing through the shadows of trees in the courtyard of the back mountain.

When Fengyue came outside the secret room where Bu Qingtian was, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, lighting up the dark sky of the sea of ​​clouds, followed by thunder and thunder, and heavy rain fell from the sky, and the sound of dense rain falling suddenly sounded around.

The sudden rain made Fengyue have a bad premonition out of thin air, he pushed open the heavy door and walked in.

In the darkness, the elder Hengxiao Bu Qingtian sat there, and the lightning suddenly fell, illuminating Bu Qingtian's dark and ruthless face in the darkness.

Fengyue restrained her face and saluted, "Disciple Fengyue, please greet Master. I don't know if Master is calling urgently, what's the matter?"

"How's the progress?" Bu Qingtian's calm and stern voice came from the seat, the voice was not loud but it was extraordinarily clear amidst the sound of the rainstorm.

Fengyue's heart sank, she frowned and said nothing.

Bu Qingtian didn't hear the answer, and didn't urge him, but just tapped the armrest of the seat with two fingers to express his urging.

Today I have to give an explanation, Fengyue knew that she couldn't avoid it, she sighed in her heart, and after thinking for a while, she replied: "Return to Master, this disciple is incompetent, since that day when he captured Yuqing Lake and seized the Heavenly Prophecy Sword. No more progress."

"Oh?" Bu Qingtian's cold and serious voice sounded again slowly, with a little anger and impatience that could not be ignored, said: "The reason."

Fengyue: "It's the disciple who is incompetent and has repeatedly made mistakes, allowing Luo Yunhuan to escape, and I ask Master to punish him."

What answered him was Bu Qingtian's long silence.

Fengyue's brows were tightly furrowed, knowing that this matter was difficult, she simply gritted her teeth, stood up with determination, summoned the Split Sky Sword from the sky, cast a spell, and the straight and slender blade of the sword suddenly changed, In the blink of an eye, it turned into a thick, long stick covered with barbs.

With a wave of Fengyue's hand, she took off the gorgeous and complicated robe and swung it towards her side, picked up the stick that had been transformed into a cracked sky, and swung it towards herself mercilessly.

With the first blow, the barbs on the stick cut through the delicate underwear, leaving a bright red mark on the muscular chest.

The second time, the blood gurgled out and began to stain his torn robe, attached to the thick barbs of the stick, and flowed to his penis again when he swung the stick next time.

The third time, the light-colored clothes were completely stained with blood, the smooth and handsome chest was bloody and bloody, and there was no trace of intact skin.

For the fourth time...

Fifth blow...

Fengyue is like a dummy who doesn't know pain, swinging the terrifying long stick in her hand one after another, hitting herself hard.

I don't know how many times he has punished himself, but Bu Qingtian, who was silent and motionless on the seat, finally let out a long sigh, got up from the darkness, and walked slowly towards the blood-drenched Fengyue.

"Stop, my apprentice." He said coldly, his voice was like a huge stone washed by a rainstorm, calm and calm, with a strong sense of oppression.

"You ask yourself to be punished now, is it because you regret your inability to bring Luo Yunhuan back, or because you regret your concealment and deception from me?"

Fengyue's hands paused, and a trace of fear finally appeared on her flawless face, "Master, this disciple doesn't understand what you mean?"

Bu Qingtian smiled indifferently, "It seems that you don't have any regrets about deceiving Master."

After saying this, Bu Qingtian took off the cloak on his body and threw it aside.

There was another thunder and lightning.Bu Qingtian's face was no longer as radiant as before, he rolled up his cuffs, revealing his right hand that had been turned into pieces of bones, without a trace of flesh and blood.

Fengyue's eyes widened immediately, as if she had been quite frightened.

Bu Qingtian raised that skeletal hand, stretched it out in front of Fengyue, and said in a hateful voice: "Do you know why you must obtain the map of Zeguo Jiangshan as a teacher?"

Fengyue shook her head first, then said in a low voice: "The head of the sect is unfair, suppressing the other four peaks, and monopolizing the map of Zeguo Jiangshan..."

"Stupid!" Bu Qingtian scolded angrily, "If it's just because of this, why should a teacher lie dormant in the dark like a humble and dirty bug? Fengyue, you are my most trusted disciple, and I have always had nothing for you. Conceal it, do you know that if there is no map of the rivers and mountains of the country, no matter who it is, there is no possibility of ascending to the gods!"

"What!" Fengyue widened her eyes in disbelief and said in surprise, "How is this possible?"

"How is it impossible? As early as in ancient times, the god Fuxi led all the gods on the earth back to the gods' realm, felled the gods' trees, broke the heavenly ladder, and made the heavens pass. There is no way for mortals to ascend to the gods. How can they ascend to the gods? Those of us who practice the immortal way have reached the pinnacle of cultivation, if we do not follow the right method, not only will we not be able to ascend, but we will be punished by God." Bu Qingtian raised his bone-like right hand and said angrily, "This is the consequence of God's punishment! "

Fengyue glanced back and forth between Bu Qingtian's angry face and his right hand that turned into bones, and said in a hoarse voice, "But, how could this happen?".

"Fengyue, your celestial bones are extraordinary, and your cultivation has already approached the peak at a young age. Have you never discovered that my Bagua Peak mentality has a fatal flaw?"

"Flaws?" Fengyue frowned and pondered for a moment, then said in horror after a while: "Master, after my Sanqing Liuhe mental method has been completed, I do often feel my mind turbulent, and even often have inexplicable emotions like crazy, could it be..."

If this is the case, is it possible that Luo Yunhuan's desire to go crazy all these years is caused by Baguafeng's skills?

"That's right," Bu Qingtian said, "Actually, it's not only Baguafeng's mental method that has serious flaws. Sifeng's mental method will produce different symptoms when it reaches the peak. Miaofafeng's mental method is destined to be weak and unable to sustain high-intensity Casting spells, Qianrenfeng Heart Law will make the sword cultivator irritable and irritable, and his personality will change drastically, and even betray his relatives. It's like being crazy, you must get what you want in your life, if you don't get it, every inch of skin in your body will decay bit by bit with the passage of time..."

"So what Master is looking for is... ascending to become a god?"

"That's right!" Bu Qingtian yelled, "I am a cultivator who asks, what is the Tao? Isn't it the way of ascension? If there is no hope of ascension, what's the point of cultivating to ask?" Having said this, Bu Qingtian stopped suddenly With a cold voice, his eyes fell on Fengyue's face coldly, and he said coldly: "So, how long do you want to protect Luo Yunhuan? When are you willing to force him to hand over the map of Zeguo Jiangshan?"

"Master, you already know..." Fengyue murmured, the reluctance in her eyes was more than fear: "But, I still can't attack him..."

Fengyue raised his head, and the huge array slowly spread out under his feet. His eyes were unpredictable and firm: "Sorry, I will disappoint Master. You desire to ascend to God, but my wish is only——"

"Ha," Bu Qingtian smiled coldly before he finished speaking, and a steady stream of spiritual power overflowed from his palm, instantly crushing the formation that Fengyue had not yet had time to deploy, "As expected of my beloved disciple, even I can't imagine The answer. Fortunately, I have already laid out a secret trick, otherwise I am afraid I will not be able to restrain you today..."

"What!" When Fengyue came back to her senses, she realized that she was unable to move, and was firmly trapped by the net laid by Bu Qingtian.

Consciousness gradually became chaotic and blurred, Fengyue put away her whole body knowing the current affairs, knelt down on the ground, forced her mind to kowtow in the direction of Bu Qingtian, and said: "Master... I beg you, save his life... Give the disciple another chance, the disciple will definitely..."

He had no energy to say the rest. Before losing consciousness, Fengyue vaguely heard Bu Qingtian's indifferent voice above his head: "Take a good rest for a while, when you wake up, another apprentice of mine will definitely bring me the state of Zeguojiangshan." Tu, and you, Fengyue, are still my most valued disciple..."

In the execution hall of Bagua Peak, the flames crackled.

Luo Yunhuan was bound hands and feet by chains to the punishment post. His snow-white long hair was messily scattered on both sides of his cheeks and fell around his waist, faintly covering his chest that was not covered by clothes.

Although Fenglei's subordinates didn't use all kinds of strange instruments of torture in the room, they just beat every inch of Luo Yunhuan's skin fiercely with the rope and whip brimming with spiritual power.

The snow-white clothes have long been beaten to tatters, but the wounds under the clothes are rolled up and the bloody body is even more dilapidated.

"It's really tough, it's worthy of being the master of the sect!" Fenglei's subordinates sneered, and the spiritual power in their hands was urged again, turning into thunderous power and wrapping the long whip in their hands, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, spitting blood at the mouth and making him weak Luo Yunhuan attacked!

"Crack!" The whip wrapped in spiritual power fell on the flesh, and the force of thunder and lightning burned and scorched his rolled-up flesh, leaving a series of scorched and terrifying wounds.

Blood spurted out of Luo Yunhuan's mouth, staining a large area of ​​skin on his chest red. Usually he is the person who is most afraid of pain, but at this moment he has been holding back the pain, without uttering a □□.

"Boring!" Feng Lei's subordinates curled their lips, "If Xianjun Feng Lei didn't tell you to save your life, I would like to try all the instruments of torture in this room on you one by one. Master Xianzun, I advise you to accept Realize the reality, hand over things as soon as possible, now that you look like this, what's the use of keeping the map of Zeguo Jiangshan?

Luo Yunhuan's long eyelashes fluttered, he glanced at him lightly, and said coldly: "Those with unrighteous intentions are not worthy of getting the map of Zeguo Jiangshan."

His face, which was as cold as frost and snow, became blood-stained due to the abuse, and countless bloodstains were intertwined on his pale face, making him even more sad and beautiful like broken glass.

That subordinate was not a soft-hearted person, seeing this situation, Fan Fei didn't stop his hands, but released the spiritual power of his palm more wantonly to bless the whip in his hand, and it fell on Luo Yunhuan's body like a storm.

Luo Yunhuan had been tortured for several hours, and there was no trace of flesh on his body, and now a new wave of whipping came, and the ruthless lashes fell on his bloody wounds. The old and new wounds quickly merged into one, making it even more terrifying The human wound lay across his flesh, Luo Yunhuan finally couldn't hold it anymore and passed out.

"Senior brother, he passed out again." Another subordinate stepped forward to check Luo Yunhuan's pulse, and said worriedly: "...the breath is weak, senior brother, do you want to call Immortal Fenglei? If he dies here, we will not Easy to explain."

A moment later, Fenglei hurried over, and when he saw Luo Yunhuan's situation, he slapped the torturer disciple backhandedly.

"Idiot! I'm almost being played to death by you! With this appearance, how do you want me to continue asking?"

The broken Luo Yunhuan on the punishment post in front of him, with his head hanging limply to one side, his hair and clothes were stained red with blood, Feng Lei didn't need to step forward to check his pulse, but he could already see that he was dying up.

The disciple knelt down in horror, and said in a trembling voice: "...I didn't know he was so ungrateful, so I whipped him a few times..."

"Enough!" Feng Lei scolded angrily: "Wake him up first, and then go to the Immortal Pagoda to bring that little bastard from Yuqingchi, I don't believe that he can see the most cherished disciple being broken in front of his eyes. Still be indifferent!"

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