Even if a monk with magic power breaks his arm, the pain will probably be quite unbearable.

Not to mention the people sent here, their magic power was suppressed and they could not use their magic power to relieve the pain.

But the prisoner with broken arms seemed to be unable to care about the pain and quickly covered his wound with the weeds around him.

However, how can the wound be covered by some trivial straw mats?

Widths of bright red blood soon flowed out through the cracks of the straw mat and sprinkled on the ground.

Soon, a strong wind swept through the prison where the prisoner was.

Blood kept oozing out of the prisoner's body and drifted towards the wind's eyes in the void.

"No! I don't want to die yet! Ahhhhhh!"

The prisoner let out a burst of painful screams.

However, his screams could not change anything.

The strong wind kept swallowing the blood on his body. After a few breaths, the prisoner's whole body was shriveled and he collapsed on the ground and remained motionless.

The blood in his body was sucked away by the strange demonic wind and became a mummy.

"Be honest with me. If anyone dares to do more trouble next time, this is the end." Old Yin sneered.

His voice was like the cry of a night owl in the dark, quite harsh.

Here, all the prisoners lost their magic power, but the old Yin in front of them had the terrifying power of the Xuanxian Realm.

The gap between the two sides is so huge that it has made people feel a sense of despair.

The person who had been scolding him before was now shut up.

Seeing that the surroundings became quiet, Old Yin sneered and walked to Lu Yu's cage.

"You are quite calm. After experiencing the baptism of hell, what do you think?" Old Yin looked at Lu Yu.

The eyes were full of jokes, just like a beast watching the expression of the prey when catching it.

Lu Yu said lightly: "I don't feel anything. If you only have this method, it would be too disappointing."

He really didn't feel anything.

With the strength of the peak martial saint, let alone this demonic wind, even if this demonic wind is several times stronger, it will not be possible to affect Lu Yu at all.

"Young and frivolous, you just have a stubborn voice! But this is the first day, and there are still many days in the future, and you will suffer."

Old Yin suddenly glanced at the old man beside Lu Yu: "Bao Longtu, did you not tell him the danger here?"

The old man slowly raised his head and glanced at Yin Lao disdainfully: "Zhu Yin, a sect leader of the desolate Demon Sect. You are just a dog raised by the Wang family and are not worthy of talking to me."

Old Yin buckled his ears impatiently: "You old guy, you are just impatient when you are alive. If you have nothing to do, what should you do to investigate the Wang family? Isn't this full? Can you compete with the Wang family?"

After saying that, Old Yin turned his head to look at Lu Yu with a grim smile: "If you don't want to taste the taste of hell's wind, you can give me some benefits. If I am satisfied, maybe I will transfer you to another cell.

, make you feel comfortable for a while."

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows: "You want to take advantage of me?"

He didn't expect this.

I originally thought that Wang Kang sent this old man to torture him. Now it seems that this old man may have other plans.

"Stop pretending. At your age, how could you kill all the Tang Dynasty geniuses with one blow? There must be some treasure on your body. If you hand it over it earlier, I can let you suffer less."
Chapter completed!