The cold and dim prison was filled with footsteps. Several witch tribes walked to the cage and threw Zhaoming, who was frozen like a stone, into it. Then they looked at Zhaoming who was lying on the ground like a dead body and sneered, and left without closing the door.

Some demons looked here, with an indescribable sense in their eyes, and then turned their heads back, either drooping their heads, or looking in one direction, and their eyes were lost. However, more demons did not respond at all, as if they knew what was going on, and they also knew that this would be the result.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and after a long time, the tranquility in the prison returned to its prison.

Zhaoming lay motionless on the ground, and the pain he suffered could no longer be described in words. The light of torture can not only amplify the pain, but also keep his spiritual consciousness awake and endure the suffering on his body twice as much.

The third punishment seems simple, but it is actually terrible. The ice energy in the white jade does not act directly on the surface of the body, but first invades the flesh and blood, then drills into the bone marrow, wraps around every meridian, and finally seeps out from the surface of the body.

The bones and meridians in the body have been frozen into icicles and cannot move. The ice qi and the fire-attribute true qi in the body are constantly clashing. The extremely cold and cold rebellious force makes Zhaoming feel that every inch of his body is about to split into countless pieces.

What's even more terrifying is that because the meridians are frozen, the true qi in the body is almost unable to operate, and Zhaoming can't even recover with his heart. In this case, he is afraid that he will not be able to move at all without a month.

At this moment, the rotten old man looked up slightly, his turbid eyes looked at Zhaoming like an ancient well. After a while, he sighed, and didn't know what method he used. He saw that the ground rolling like waves, and in an instant he sent Zhaoming to him.

Zhaoming's body rolled like a hard stone. When he stopped, one hand fell on the decaying old man's legs like a stone. It was covered with green hair, like a stone slab covered with moss.

Goodbye, the dark yellow light flashed on the decaying old man's body, forming a large vortex in his lower dantian and constantly hovering.

This vortex is extremely strange. Not only does it not absorb the surrounding energy, it also emits a trace of true energy like the western line and enters Zhaoming's body along Zhaoming's hand.

These true qi silks seem to be about to break and are vulnerable. However, after entering Zhaoming's body, they have an indescribable effect.

It was as if the boiling soup and melting snow, those true qi silk easily shattered the ice qi in Zhaoming's body and destroyed it. In just half a quarter of an hour, all the ice qi was driven out of the body.

Layers of fog overflowed from Zhaoming's body, rising and falling in the cage, like thick fog and cold frost in late autumn.

All the cold air was driven out, and the fire-attribute true qi in Zhaoming's body seemed to be squeezed by force and suddenly stopped suppressing the spring after it was squeezed out. It was sprayed out in a flash, and it even ran through the meridians in the body with an extremely terrifying force.

The waves of true energy are like the lava spreading the world after a volcano erupts, with extremely fast speed. If it were an ordinary monk who might have exploded and died directly, it would be a blessing that Zhaoming was carrying a furnace to refine his body** to survive.

Seeing Zhaoming recovering, the decaying old man closed his eyes and began to retract his true energy. At this time, his face became even more ugly, and his whole body seemed to be buried in the soil, without any color.

He was seriously injured, and this seemingly simple exercise was a huge consumption for him.

When the true qi silk retreated into the decayed old man's body along Zhaoming's arm, the true qi in Zhaoming's body erupted again, surging and uncontrollably followed the true qi silk and rushed into the decayed old man's body.

Before, he fought hard with the ice qi, and the fire-attributed true qi was extremely suppressed. At this time, the ice qi disappeared and Zhaoming was unable to control it. The fire-attributed true qi regarded the corrupt old man's true qi silk as an enemy, drove it away and then rushed into the other party's body.

The decaying old man frowned slightly. He obviously did not expect such a consequence. A hint of regret flashed across his face. He was originally willing to help others, but he did not expect to lead the wolf into the house.

If it was in its heyday, even if Zhaoming tried his best, he would not be able to hurt him at all. But now he has suffered terrible injuries and his body is in a mess. He is also banned by witchcraft, making his whole body seem to be decaying, but he will not die.

At this moment, Zhaoming's true energy entered his body, making his whole body feel as if a rotten wood was ignited, and a terrible reaction similar to a burning body was produced.

Regret is useless. The decaying old man can only close his eyes and use his full strength to use his meager true energy in his body to resist Zhaoming's fire-attribute true energy.

"Hug...sorry!" Zhaoming said softly.

He was always awake and did not fall into a coma. He naturally saw the whole process clearly. He wanted to stop it, but he could not do it at all. The ice aura was dispelled, but the severe pain in his body was still there, and the pain was amplified by the light of the torture and killing, so he could not control the situation in his body at all.

The spiritual consciousness entered the old man's body along the fire-attributed true energy, and could vaguely feel the situation in his body, which was extremely terrifying.

The three dantians at the top, middle and lower are almost broken, and the meridians are even more indescribable. They are no longer like pipes, but have become fishing nets. The true qi produced is difficult to preserve, and most of them seep into the body from the loopholes that seem to fishing nets.

Although the true qi enters the body, although it cannot be effective in the meridians, it should be that it has no destructive power. However, there is an extremely evil force in the old man's body, turning his true qi into dry sand, constantly absorbing the vitality in the body.

It is precisely because of this that his whole body is like a stone slab. If everything was not safe in the Purple Palace, the loss of vitality and generation of life were in a delicate balance, the decayed old man would have died directly.

This old man is definitely not an ordinary person. Zhaoming thought in his heart that if someone else had practiced the furnace body refining **, he might not be able to bear this kind of injury, but the other party could live forever.

However, this balance state that can provide him with life has been broken by himself. Under the impact of the fire-attributed true qi, the other party's body becomes like a dead tree.

The flames became stronger and stronger, and finally wrapped the decaying old man in the flames.

"Former...sen!"

He hurt the helper, which made Zhaoming feel pain in his heart, but he could only make a faint sound, wanting to cry without tears.

The decaying old man could not respond to anything, so he could only try his best to resist and slowly move towards death in the flames.

Time passed little by little, and when Zhaoming thought he was going to be the one who was determined to repay the enemy, a strange situation occurred. As the flames burned, a strange vortex of true qi suddenly appeared in the body of the decaying old man, located in the upper dantian, madly absorbing Zhaoming's fire-attribute true qi.

When the fire-attributed true qi is sucked into it, a strange energy may spread to his whole body, nourishing his entire body like a sweet spring.

At this time, Zhaoming's body was running out of true energy. After recovering slightly, he exhausted all his strength and took away the hand that was on the rotten old man's legs. Without the continuous replenishment of true energy, the raging flames slowly extinguished, and the power like a sweet spring still existed, slowly moistening.

After a moment, when the flames were completely extinguished, the decaying old man's body finally returned to his previous appearance.

Opening his eyes, looking down at his body slightly, the decaying old man looked surprised. His green fluff seemed to be burning with the previous flames, and it was a little broken after returning to its original state.

After staring at his body for a while, the decaying old man sighed: "The yin and yang are born, but the extreme is coming, this is the case!"

The fire-attributed true energy rushed into his body like a flood and beast rushing into his body and causing great damage, but it was like breaking and then standing, breaking the witchcraft balance in his body and making the scarred body slightly improve.

Although this improvement is not obvious, breaking the balance of witchcraft bans means that he has the possibility of recovery.

Looking down at Zhaoming again, a trace of surprise flashed in the decaying old man's eyes, and he asked in confusion: "Who are you? Why can you cultivate such fire-attribute true qi?"

The injuries in his body are definitely not something that ordinary energy can break through the balance. Ordinary flames cannot allow him to achieve the yin and yang generation. He is extremely powerful, and he can immediately feel that Zhaoming's fire attribute true qi is different from that of ordinary fire-action cultivators.

"I am a fire-swallowing demon, so my true energy may be a bit special!" Zhaoming answered.

At this time, his condition had recovered a lot. Although he was unable to move, he could already speak.

"Are you a fire-swallowing demon?" The decaying old man was a little suspicious.

Although the fire-swallowing demon is rare, it is not invisible. With his knowledge, he naturally knows one thing, but none of the fire-swallowing demons in his impression look like Zhaoming.

Zhaoming shook his head: "I became like this after I survived the Immortal Calamity, and I can't explain it clearly."

"Is this true? Could it be that it is different because of the fire-swallowing demon?" The decaying old man seemed to be talking to himself, and then asked again: "I feel that the meridians in your body are disordered, but you are assassinated by the practice of martial arts?"

Zhaoming's true energy made him see hope for recovery and naturally wanted to figure it out.

Zhaoming replied: "It's not that I'm practicing qigong and getting into a demon, but that something happened when I was overcoming the tribulation, and then it turned out like this."

He didn't want to talk about the Yaochi incident, because it involved the twelve-grade fire chain. An ordinary man was guilty of guilt and guilty of his own possession. If others knew about the innate treasure, it would definitely be unfavorable to him. Although the decaying old man helped him, Zhaoming now did not dare to trust others easily, especially those in the Colosseum.

"So that's it!" The decaying old man nodded: "It's not a big problem."

When Zhaoming heard this, he was overjoyed and said, "Senior, can you help me heal my wounds?"

The meridians in his body were in a mess. Although his appearance changed drastically, the witch tribes could not see his face like Pangu, but it also made it impossible for him to use the true qi in his body well, and naturally he could not exert ten thousand of his strength.
Chapter completed!