Zhonglingyu, Nanzhou, Zhishoulou.
The warden, in a deep prison.
A blurry figure was trapped in one of the prisons, with countless runes covering his body.
His body was shaking, as if he was in some kind of pain. His chest was pierced and his flesh was constantly squirming, but the wound could not heal.
Not far in front of him, there was a monk with a grim face, wearing the uniform of a prison warden monk.
The warden monk stared at the "prisoner" for a long time with a heavy expression.
"You keep your mouth shut." Finally, the monk from the prison department spoke first.
"You, Zhishoulou, are so bold that you actually dared to lay a hand on our Huanling Sect. If the Sect Master finds out, you will be in trouble!" The voice of the blurred figure was extremely ferocious and painful.
He ignored the words of the prison monastic and threatened, "Aren't you afraid of provoking a war between Huanling Sect and Daxia?"
"At a time like this, you are still killing each other!"
"Ridiculous, ridiculous!"
"Idiot," the grim-faced prison friar crossed his arms and said coldly, "Since we have started, we will do it perfectly and will not let the news leak out."
"Perfect?" Upon hearing this word, the blurry figure suddenly revealed a strange smile, and said sinisterly: "If you don't want others to know, then you better not do it yourself."
"There is no such thing as perfect in front of us, the Huanling Sect monks."
The monk from the Prison Department, who had a grim expression on his face, suddenly changed his expression upon hearing this. "What do you mean by this?"
"Hahahaha..." But at this time, the blurry figure stopped talking and explaining, and just laughed crazily to himself.
After staring at the blurry figure for a while, the warden monk realized that he could not get any more information out of him, so he turned around and left silently.
The iron gate opened silently, without the eerie sound of grinding iron as imagined.
Outside the iron gate was a long corridor with dim light emanating from both sides of the corridor.
The stone path seemed to be slightly slippery due to the humidity, and the air was a little turbid, as if it had merged with the dim light around it, as if this was some evil place in the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Almost at the same time, from another prison not far away, a warden monk came out.
However, when the warden monk came out, he was followed by two subordinates, escorting a "prisoner" who was also covered with runes.
He waved his hand and ordered, "Take him to Room B."
"Yes, sir." The two subordinates responded and took the people away first.
On the way, they also passed by the prison with the blurry figure from before.
He looked through the prison bars and saw his companions being taken away. His pupils shrank suddenly and he didn't know what he was thinking.
On this side, the two prison wardens met each other, looked at each other, communicated for a while, and then shook their heads helplessly.
Finally, the two walked along the corridor to the end and entered a clean and bright room.
At this time, there were already two people in the room.
Sitting on the main seat was a woman, and behind her was a middle-aged man with a solemn and dignified look on his face.
As soon as the two monks from the prison department came in, they bowed and said respectfully, "Master, this is General Tie."
Afterwards, before the two adults could ask any questions, they took the initiative to explain the situation. "We didn't get anything out of them... Even though we used methods to confuse their minds, they both looked like they had been tricked at first. They answered all the other questions, but once we touched on the core issues, they would wake up inexplicably."
"So..." The male cultivator called Tie Zongsi nodded thoughtfully, and then whispered to the woman in front of him: "Shuiyue Temple... Building Master, Cheng Yayu and Leng Lingqi are the two most outstanding interrogation methods in our Southern Region Prison Department. If they can't get anything out of me, the methods of others are even more useless."
"But..." Tie Zongsi thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Although I can't get too much out of them, based on their reaction, it's almost certain that they have a serious problem. Should we just use... soul-searching?"
"The things obtained through soul-searching are just fragments and may not be valuable." The master of Shuiyue Temple shook his head and denied it.
"But, if we are lucky, maybe..." Tie Zongsi said in embarrassment: "At least there is still some hope. It is better than being helpless and unable to get any answers like now."
The head of Shuiyue Temple suddenly smiled, "Who said there is nothing we can do?"
Tie Zongsi was stunned for a moment, then asked in astonishment: "Master, do you have a way to make him speak?"
The head of Shuiyue Temple nodded slightly, "We have tried the methods of the Prison Department, but we have not tried the methods of Tianji Temple."
"Ah?" Mr. Tie was slightly stunned, puzzled.
According to the owner of Shuiyue Tower, their Tianji Temple has the means to deal with the current situation.
But everyone has their own expertise. How could the Tianji Temple be more professional than the Prison Warden in this area?
The master of Shuiyue Temple was calm and composed, and said softly, "Come in."
The three people present were stunned, and then their eyes turned away.
A slim, pretty young woman wearing a Taoist robe walked in from outside the door.
"Master," the young woman came in and bowed to the head of Shuiyue Temple, then said to the other three people in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Lin Yao greets the three prison wardens."
ah?
Is this what the Shuiyue Temple master said about the method of their Tianji Temple?
...A Nascent Soul cultivator?
Could a Nascent Soul cultivator find a way to pry open a mouth that none of them could pry open?
The three of them looked at each other and saw the surprise and disbelief in each other's eyes.
The head of Shuiyue Temple did not explain much, but just said to Cheng Yayu and Leng Lingqi: "I told you to ask for the information before, you should have asked for it, right?"
Cheng Yayu stepped forward and reported respectfully, "Except when we asked the core questions, the two of them would inexplicably come back to their senses. Under our confusing methods, they basically answered all the other questions. The news that the host is concerned about is not the core issue..."
They still haven't figured out why the owner of Shuiyue Tower cares about those trivial matters.
"Okay," the head of Shuiyue Temple nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Then you should tell my disciple all the information you have just obtained from the interrogation."
Although Cheng Yayu and Leng Lingqi did not understand the meaning of this move, it was natural that they would not have any objections.
After organizing his thoughts, Cheng Yayu was the first to speak: "The cultivator I am interrogating is named Yang Quding, a high-level cultivator of Huanling Sect. After a large number of Huanling Sect cultivators were transferred back to the Central Spiritual Region at Longcheng Pass, he was one of the deacon cultivators in charge of coordination..."
The detailed information about Yang Quding was told by Cheng Yayu.
After the explanation was completed, Leng Lingqi then introduced: "The cultivator of Huanling Sect that I am responsible for is named Lin Shanye..."
Lin Yao listened very carefully, and occasionally asked about some details.
…
Feather Demon City.
The battle had lasted for a quarter of an hour.
At this moment, countless buildings in the city collapsed, countless people were killed and injured, and wailing was everywhere.
Thousands of guards in the city had already suffered heavy casualties.
In the distance, Lu Qingshan was hanging high above the sky, controlling three flying swords and continuing to maneuver around the city.
After slaughtering all the more than seventy seventh-grade demon cultivators from Yumo City who had chased him out, he returned to Yumo City and started another massacre.
His three flying swords were like three red lightning bolts rising up, like comets passing across the sky, extremely sharp, swaying with long tails, illuminating the sky, and the sword light penetrated the sky and the earth.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The guards of Yumo City had no ability to resist Lu Qingshan's domineering flying sword. Once they were hit by the flying sword, they would fall down, their foreheads would be cut, and bright red blood would flow out.
A great chaos was caused by Lu Qingshan's three swords.
Compared to the chaos and desolation in Yumo City, there is an eerie calm in the center of Yumo City.
There grew a strange plant, which was jet black in color and had huge leaves shaped like a cattail leaf fan.
Bursts of strange fragrance emanate from its leaves, and between its leaves that are as big as doors and windows, there is an extremely huge flower bud, as big as a millstone.
In the flower bud, demonic energy was lingering and was being released continuously, and black light was also being released, covering the entire city.
The black light flowed throughout the city, looking extremely gorgeous.
The human race’s city gates are guarded by formations. Although the demon race’s cities do not have formations, they also have their own methods.
This rare flower is the essence of Yumo City.
It was born with a domain that covered the entire Yumo City.
The combat power of any demon cultivator from Yumo City that is within the range of the domain can be increased by at least 20%.
In addition, once the demon cultivators in Yumo City are injured, the demonic energy released by this strange flower will help heal the wound quickly.
This is why Lu Qingshan took special effort to lure the snake out of its hole.
With the power of mountains and seas and the ability to suppress demons, he does have the confidence and strength to act recklessly.
But this does not mean that he has to choose to act recklessly.
This sword cultivator... is quite stable.
Around the strange flower, there were nearly ten seventh-grade demon cultivators gathered together.
The strange flower emitted a black light that condensed into substance, forming a light shield that protected them inside.
"Are we really going to sit back and watch this human swordsman slaughter people so wantonly?" One of the seventh-grade demon cultivators said this with an embarrassed look on his face.
"What else can we do? The city lord and deputy city lord are both high-level demon commanders, and they both died at the hands of this human swordsman. If we leave the protection of the black demon flower, I'm afraid we will die as soon as we cross the threshold."
"As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."
"I have sent out a signal for help. Hold on a little longer, support will be here soon." Another demon cultivator said viciously.
When Lu Qingshan launched the massacre in Yumo City, their first move was not to resist, but to hide under the protection of the Black Magic Flower to save their lives.
A wise choice.
The Black Magic Flower is not good at attacking, but in terms of support and defense capabilities, it is absolutely first-class.
Even the top magic commander cannot break through the protection of the black magic flower in a short time.
Above the sky.
Lu Qingshan glanced at the nearly ten seventh-grade demon cultivators in the center of the city and did not attack them again.
——He had tried it before. It was not easy to break through the defense area of ​​the Black Magic Flower unless he used the Dragon Bird Breaking Technique.
He then launched a wanton attack on the sixth- and fifth-rank guards of Yumo City.
A moment later, Yumo City was littered with corpses.
With his strength, it is not difficult to kill these fifth-grade and sixth-grade demon cultivators.
At this time.
A gray shadow appeared in his sight, moving at an extremely fast speed. It flashed past, flew towards him, and finally rushed in front of him.
It was the King of the West Rat.
"Lu Qingshan, done." The King of Western Rat was extremely excited, looking as if he had done a great deed. In his mouth, he was holding a storage ring.
"I emptied their treasure house!" said the little mouse demon to take credit.
"Well done." Lu Qingshan nodded, took the storage ring, and explored it with his mind, and found that it was full of various minerals, materials, books, magic weapons, etc.
A thief never leaves empty-handed.
The King of Western Rat, who was extremely talented in this field, took out everything he could find in a very short time.
I would like to call you a treasure-hunting rat… Lu Qingshan complained in his heart.
He glanced at the Yumo City which was now in ruins, and with an idea in his mind, he retracted the three flying swords.
"It's time to go."
He never underestimated the demons.
Today, he made such a big noise that he must have already alarmed the real strong ones of the demon clan. It seems that the reinforcements of the demon clan are already on the way.
There wasn't much time to waste.
"Are you going to run away?" The King of Western Rats looked sly and rolled his eyes.
"Strategic retreat." Lu Qingshan corrected.
Then, without saying a word, he suddenly flew out on his sword and quickly moved away from Yumo City.
Although both humans and demons have tacitly agreed not to use combat power above the seventh rank, that is under normal circumstances.
What he is doing now is a massacre of the city. It is entirely possible that the demons will send eighth-grade demon cultivators to support Yumo City.
If you don't leave now, you'll be hacked to death.
There is no way he can defeat an eighth-grade demon cultivator. If he really encounters one, it would be difficult for him to even escape.
…
At the same time.
The Nanzhou Zhishoulou is in the prison department.
A damp smell mixed with the stench of blood began to ferment in the cell.
The sound of footsteps began to be heard.
Yang Quding, whose face was pale, frowned when he heard the footsteps and raised his head with difficulty.
Then he saw that his companion Lin Shanye, who had just been taken away by the prison warden monk, was brought back again.
After being taken away for only an hour, Lin Shanye felt as if he had gone through ten days and ten nights of torture. His face was pale and his body was covered in blood.
Is it that they can no longer hold back and have started to resort to violence?
Yang Quding pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed a sneer.
For them, the most useless method is to force a confession through violence.
He believed that Lin Shanye must have said nothing.
What surprised him was that this time the prison warden did not imprison the two of them separately, but threw Lin Shanye, who seemed to be dying, directly into his cell.
Hmm? What's going on?
As the deacon of Huanling Sect, Yang Quding knows a lot.
In a situation like this where two prisoners are caught together and they are to be interrogated, they must be separated.
Otherwise, if two people stay together, they can communicate with each other and confirm each other's testimony, and their wills will be extremely difficult to shake.
After the prison warden threw Lin Shanye down, he left.
At this moment, both of them had many runes stuck on their bodies, which made it impossible for them to use their internal energy and commit suicide, but other than that, it did not restrict them from speaking.
As for the so-called suicide methods of mortals such as biting the tongue, they are simply not feasible for monks.
Biting tongue?
Given the strength of the cultivators' physical bodies, they may not be able to bite off their tongues if they are unable to use the internal energy.
Moreover, even if it was bitten off, the strength of the monk's body would not be enough to cause death. It is an injury of the level that "if it is discovered too late, the wound will have healed."
"Lin Shanye, what's going on?" Seeing the prison monastic leaving, Yang Quding quickly asked his companions about the details, "What did they do with you after taking you away? Why are they locking us up together now?"
“Cough cough…” Lin Shanye seemed to be seriously injured, his voice was hoarse, and he coughed twice before speaking with difficulty: “When they saw that their tricks were useless, they became angry and wanted to use violence to force me to speak…”
"Haha..." Hearing this, Yang Quding curled his lips and said sarcastically, "How ridiculous! If tricks to confuse people are useless, then torture is even more useless."
He didn't even ask Lin Shanye whether he had spoken, but concluded that he hadn't said anything, and was extremely confident.
"Indeed... why would I be afraid of just some torture?" Lin Shanye's face was hidden in the shadows, and a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
However, Yang Quding obviously didn't notice this scene.