Chapter 605 Torture
“Hahahaha~~~”
Lord Du'e laughed heartily. He had never felt so happy as at this moment. He had fought side by side with Ning Daoran in the past, but he had never felt so happy watching Ning Daoran kill people.
After all, the person in front of him was his sworn enemy whom he had wanted to kill but had never been able to.
Ning Daoran is a man who is good at calculating. His calculations at the moment are a nightmare to True Lord Qinglan, but it is so satisfying to True Lord Du'e. When he sees True Lord Qinglan extremely angry but helpless, it is extremely pleasing to True Lord Du'e!
The second formation is the Nine-Turn Ruyi Formation, and the third formation is the Falling Star Formation.
Ning Daoran clapped his hands and said, "Forget it. True Lord Qinglan is only worthy of Ning to set up three formations. Any more would be a waste."
"you……"
True Lord Qinglan had not yet fought with Ning Daoran, but at this moment he was already almost having a heart attack from anger.
"Get started!"
After a flash of lightning, Ning Daoran's body immediately disappeared from the spot! "What?!"
True Lord Qinglan was shocked. Not only did the other party disappear, but even his breath disappeared. What a powerful way to conceal his breath! The next moment, a ray of blazing white light bloomed in the air!
Secret technique!
White Tiger Soul Descending·Break! The moment Ning Daoran's gun dropped from the sky, it was as if an extremely huge sacred beast, a white tiger, swooped down from the sky. The tiger's roar, the sound of breaking wind, and the sound of the terrifying spiritual pressure tearing the void apart, all of this was so clear!
True Lord Qinglan shouted, and had to devote half of his attention to dealing with Ning Daoran. He raised his right hand, and a emerald green spiritual treasure-level magic disk hummed, and actually refined wisps of silk-like water-attributed magic power that gushed out into the air, intending to use softness to overcome hardness and curb the attack of the White Tiger Soul! "Bang bang bang~~~"
There were continuous loud noises, and the spear light crushed down, shattering most of the water-attributed magic power one by one, and the real tip of the Qinglong Spear fell with the wind, heading straight for the head of Qinglan Zhenjun!
"What?!"
True Lord Qinglan was horrified. He had used half of his mind to launch a move, but he couldn't even block the opponent's gunshot? Is this the strength that a Yuanying should have in the early stage?
At the same time, True Lord Du'e roared, and the Seven Treasures Sky Umbrella clanged wildly. As the umbrella branches swayed, wisps of flying swords flew out with clanging sounds, and the attack was extremely fierce and went straight to True Lord Qinglan!
Ning Daoran was slightly surprised.
After not seeing each other for many years, Du'e Zhenjun has really become much stronger. He even sacrificed and refined the Seven Treasures Umbrella again, and refined each branch of the umbrella into a flying sword. Then, combined with his swordsmanship, the power that can be exerted will naturally be even more terrifying! Sure enough, the person who can fight one against two in the Guixu Secret Realm and kill Tianzhao Zhenjun and Qinghe Zhenjun is definitely not in vain. It is obviously far from enough to achieve such a record by just sneak attack!
"Brother Ning!"
The moment Master Du'e counterattacked, he transmitted his voice: "You can only injure this beast severely, and leave the killing to me!"
"Can."
Ning Daoran said calmly: "I understand."
"Um!"
Master Du'e nodded heavily, feeling warm in his heart. It was really worthwhile to recognize this brother!
In the air, Ning Daoran fired five consecutive shots, causing True Lord Qinglan to vomit blood continuously.
He felt that this was not enough. This great monk in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul had profound background. He could indeed kill him with the Four Symbols Spear Technique alone, but it would take a long time. He did not want to use the Soul-Calming Technique. If he used the Soul-Calming Technique to subdue him instantly and then severely injure him, then there would be less satisfaction in slowly torturing the enemy in revenge.
At this moment, he felt like the villains in those fantasy novels and TV dramas. He wished he could pull out the tendons and skin Qinglan Zhenjun, and torture him to death slowly!
So, Ning Daoran summoned the Thunder Vine and the Fire Vine, and whipped the body of True Lord Qinglan with lightning and fire in the air, and whipped him 180,000 times first! "You..."
True Lord Qinglan was furious. At first he thought that these thunder vines and fire vines were very deadly, but he didn't expect that it was not the case. It was just that there were too many of them and it was very troublesome. It was not true that one thunder vine could kill a middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
However, under the continuous whipping of thunder vines and fire vines, the expensive robe worn by True Lord Qinglan turned into ashes in an instant. Then his inner armor was chopped into pieces by Ning Daoran's indestructible golden swords, and then it was his physical body that directly bore the brunt of the beating.
A cultivator who can advance to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul must have done a great job in tempering his body. True Lord Qinglan's body is extremely solid, but he was still covered with scars from being beaten by the twin vines of thunder and fire.
Ning Daoran was measured in his attacks and would not kill the other person quickly.
It was True Lord Du'e who acted as the main force in inflicting heavy damage to the opponent. With a "puff", he thrust an umbrella branch into the opponent's chest, and then smashed True Lord Qinglan's nose with a fierce punch.
“Hahahaha~~~~”
True Lord Qinglan's face was covered in blood, and he laughed wildly, "Du'e, even if you kill me, can you save the woman you love all your life? You don't know that before she died..."
"Shut up!"
Ning Daoran's icy gaze shot into the eyes of True Lord Qinglan, and the next moment Ning Daoran raised his hand and pointed, and with a "bang" he shattered True Lord Qinglan's vocal cords through the air. That was not the end, Ning Daoran increased his magic power to the peak, and with a "boom" he released an extremely terrifying spiritual pressure, which directly compressed True Lord Qinglan's magic power and consciousness into his body, leaving him no chance to even send a sound to stimulate True Lord Du'e.
Master Du'e's eyes turned red, and he suddenly felt that his brother, who had a bad reputation, was actually very thoughtful and had thought of everything that should be thought of.
Under the continuous heavy punches, Qinglan Zhenjun's face was beaten into a pool of flesh.
"Fix it."
Ning Daoran raised his hand and pointed at the sea water, silently practicing the Hou Tu Jue. Suddenly, the mud and sand deep in the seabed roared and turned, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a huge island reef that rushed out of the sea. Ning Daoran then shot out more than a dozen golden swords, which "puff puff" nailed the already tattered body of True Lord Qinglan to the island reef, like a lamb to be slaughtered.
"Brother Du'e, I have heard of a method of using the Nascent Soul to refine lamp oil. Not only can it make one's life worse than death, but it can also make it so that they will never be reborn, with no chance of reincarnation again." Ning Daoran suggested.
"What a coincidence, I have also heard of it..."
Du'e Zhenjun laughed: "Thank you, Brother Ning, for the reminder!"
"It should be. It should be."
"Oh, brother, you are so nice~~~"
While the two were exchanging pleasantries, True Lord Qinglan was covered in blood. Although he could not speak or transmit sound, his hearing was normal. After hearing these words, he wanted to die.
And he was indeed dying.
"Qinglan, old dog, I will send you off right now!"
True Lord Du'e raised his hand and pointed, and a ray of sword intent pierced through the center of True Lord Qinglan's eyebrows, directly killing him!
At the moment when the Nascent Soul jumped out, Master Du'e actually sacrificed a bronze pot, which was the bronze pot that imprisoned Master Amaterasu! "Shua!"
True Lord Qinglan's Nascent Soul was immediately sucked into the copper pot.
True Lord Du'e quickly cast a few spells, sealing True Lord Qinglan's Nascent Soul's ability to transmit sound, leaving him unable to do anything but remain in the bronze pot as a mute.
"you……"
Amaterasu's Nascent Soul was shocked: "Daoyou Qinglan?! Why are you here too?"
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The little Nascent Soul was whimpering, but he couldn't utter a word, nor could he communicate through his mind. He was in extreme pain for a moment.
Du'e Zhenjun smiled calmly: "Friend Amaterasu, you can go now."
"oh?"
Amaterasu said calmly: "Can you take what you said seriously?"
"Of course I take it seriously. Let's go now."
"In that case, thank you very much..."
Just as the bronze pot opened a gap, Amaterasu's Nascent Soul suddenly jumped out, and the moment his body flew into the distance, he directly activated his teleportation ability! "Snap!"
He just jumped a bit on the spot, and his teleportation ability was blocked by the forbidden formation!
"What? There's a formation?!"
Amaterasu was horrified and quickly flew away: "Daoyou, I'm leaving."
"Go away, mother!"
The voice of Master Du'e suddenly rang out in the air: "You've offended me, and you still want to leave?!"
“Puff!”
A green dagger fell from the sky and instantly split Amaterasu's Nascent Soul into two and killed her.
Ning Daoran's mouth twitched. The ferocious face in front of him might be the true face of Master Du'e. What a vicious old man...
Moreover, he let Amaterasu's Nascent Soul leave probably just to make room for Qinglan.
As for True Lord Qinglan, the price of living in a bronze pot alone is extremely tragic. His Nascent Soul will be refined into a lamp, and his soul will endure endless torment until many years later when the Nascent Soul's spiritual power and blood power are completely exhausted, and then it will turn into dust and completely disappear between heaven and earth.
This is probably the most miserable way to die in the world of immortals, without even the chance of reincarnation.
…
In the distance, the battle was still going on. True Lord Liuyun was holding two spiritual treasures in the shape of the moon in the well and slashing at the crowd, still bullying the weak ones.
The corner of Ning Daoran's mouth twitched again.
"Old dog Qinglan is dead, but his disciples are still here."
Ning Daoran said, "You have to uproot the grass, otherwise it will grow again in the spring breeze. Brother, you should understand what I mean, right?"
"Understand!"
True Lord Du'e gave him a look of understanding.
"Kill! Leave no one alive!"
The two Yuanyings attacked immediately and strangled them from two directions.
At the same time, they slapped Lingpu Cave Heaven at the same time: "Come out and kill the enemies, don't let any of them go!"
In addition, even the Grade A and Grade B paper figures on the Sea Dragon Fairy Boat flew out one by one and joined the battlefield.
For a moment, all the disciples and cultivators of True Lord Qinglan were shocked. The reason they had not fled in all directions was because their ancestor was still fighting a bloody battle and the outcome was yet to be decided. Besides, they were numerous and powerful, and although True Lord Liuyun looked ferocious, they still had a chance to kill this Nascent Soul.
But at this time, the other two Nascent Souls entered the scene, plus two Nascent Soul-level spirit beasts, two late Jindan-stage spirit beasts, and a group of paper figures with combat power comparable to the Jindan stage, and they instantly formed a siege! "It's over!"
The group of robbery cultivators felt a chill in their hearts.
(End of this chapter)