"Your limbs are destroyed, your meridians are broken, your foundation is completely destroyed, and the only thing left is your body. Now you don't even have the ability to commit suicide, so what kind of heroism do you want to pretend to be?" "Don't say anything about men and women, even a child can easily kill you. If you are such a person, are you still qualified to be stubborn?"

"You should have heard of what I have done. Do you think I will care about your feelings, be angry with you and take your life casually?"

"Except those who were caught by you, there is no one of your subordinates in the manor. I am a monk, and you should understand what I said."

"I don't want to say another word. From now on, you can answer whatever you ask, no more or less."

After saying it through that mean mouth, the cruel facts seemed even more cruel. After Shisanlang finished speaking calmly, he felt that the truth was clear and asked, "Did you understand?"

"You...what do you want to know...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, the unconscious foot had been cut off by the sword energy, but no blood was flowing out of the wound. Zhao Si was only a low-level battle spirit, far from reaching the level of absorbing spiritual power and healing it by himself. Once he lost the nourishment of the vital energy of heaven and earth, his body became fragile, and just a lowest-level magical power caused great damage to him.

Pangpang, who got the new name, immediately rushed over and grabbed the sole of his feet and feasted. For some reason, although the leg was not feeling at all, Zhao Si still felt the pain and screamed for the first time.

"Did you understand what I said?" Shisanlang asked again.

"You...you are not human! Who are you?" Zhao Si asked for death but could not die, and hissed.

He really couldn't imagine how a teenager could be so cold-blooded and cruel! Looking at his expression, even if this vicious behavior continues, he couldn't move at all. In his fear, Zhao Si couldn't help but wonder whether the boy in front of him was still a living person, could it be an evil spirit that escaped from the underworld!

Another sword energy was slashed down, and the other foot was peeled off from his body. The difference was that Shisanlang did not refuse his question this time.

"Not a human? Maybe."

Sighing softly, Shisanlang looked a little bit and said to himself: "Actually, I am not sure whether I am alive until now. Maybe I will completely disappear from this world in the next second. Who can tell me it correctly?"

"What I've experienced is a horror that you can't even imagine. That's why I'll tell you not to try to hide anything. Don't say that I'm a monk now, even an ordinary mortal can pry your mouth open."

In the cold and dark space, the huge manor was extremely quiet, with all kinds of strange corpses lying around. Some of the Qingyi, who had not yet died, occasionally let out two undertones, as if a ghost was crying. The howling of the night wolf came from a distance. They were extremely sensitive to the smell of smell. They could not dare to step forward because of the accumulated power of the villa, but were anxious and restless.

In such an environment, a woman dressed in a beautiful young man, after experiencing a heart-breaking killing, said some inexplicable words in a gentle tone, which was extremely weird no matter how you look at it.

A slight cold wind floated by. Zhao Si shivered, and the hairs on his neck stood up, and his eyes became dazed. He didn't understand why he was like this and why he was so afraid of death. He once thought that he had already lived a life worse than death, and he would not have any kindness and soft feelings.

"No... don't kill me... I say whatever you want to know, I...ah!"

Another piece of the calf was gone, Shisanlang woke up from his loss of consciousness, smiled with a little self-deprecating smile, and said, "I think of something, I'm a little distracted."

"But rules are rules. If I remember correctly, this is the original saying that Zhao Si was widely circulated. Now my situation is better than you, so I have to follow my rules."

Ignoring Zhao Si's loving gaze, Shisanlang asked again: "Do you understand?"

"Understood…"

"Okay, from your origin, what is your identity in Cangyun Sect?"

"The son of the elder Ran Yun in the sect."

The first question brought shocking waves. Shisanlang was slightly stunned and said, "Why don't you call him his father?"

"Father?"

Zhao Si smiled bitterly and then hissed: "I am his son, but I don't have a father."

This time, Shisanlang did not torture because he spoke too much, waved his hand and said, "Okay, I don't want to inquire about this kind of thing. What kind of cultivation is Ran Yun?"

"The Grand Cultivator of the Late Nascent Soul Stage."

Zhao Si looked at Shisanlang with a eager gaze and replied. For the first time in his life, he sincerely hoped that the person who was not recognized as his father could shock the other party in order to find a glimmer of life. Although he knew that if he was standing on the other party's side, he would be more likely to kill people to silence the news when he learned this news, but at this time he was already a dead horse and could no longer care about anything else.

Shisanlang was indeed shocked, and smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "It's amazing, then what are you doing here? Even if your father is not good to you, it will not fall to such a level."

"I'm waiting for death, or it's a chance." Zhao Si couldn't see if he had changed his mind, so he answered helplessly.

"I can understand it when I die, how can I explain it when I take a chance?"

"I...I'll look for the treasure of Chaos..."

In such a situation, Zhao Si was still ashamed of his thoughts, and seemed to be a little embarrassed. Even he thought this idea was too ridiculous, for fear that the other party would think he was lying, so he deliberately emphasized: "I am not talking more on purpose, but I am really here to find the treasure of Chaos. Only this can be exchanged for the Heaven-Benefiting Pill and allow me to regain the Great Way."

"I know this is a delusion... Anyway, there is no hope. It's better to go to this place where the spirits and demons meet... That's it."

To his surprise, when Shisanlang heard this absurd statement, he was not angry, but his expression was filled with a hint of solemnity and asked seriously: "As far as I know, the rumors about Chaos Treasure only started last year. Did you come here a few years ago to look for Chaos Treasure?"

After thinking about it, he said again: "I will be satisfied with this question, and you will die more comfortably."

"Quagua, quack!"

Pangpang screamed dissatisfiedly, and saw Shisanlang ignore it and lower his head aggrievedly.

At this moment, Zhao Si suddenly felt like tears were filled with tears. The ugly toad was staring at him, his malicious eyes were always on his body, and he grinned from time to time, as if he was laughing. Under such pressure, he was on the verge of mental collapse at any time, but he couldn't faint and could not describe the torture.

Now that I heard such "good news", I couldn't help but feel excited and said, "I know this, but I accidentally heard this from the elder more than ten years ago, and I didn't take it to my heart at that time, and later..."

He waved his hand gently, and Shisanlang stopped him from continuing. There was no need to talk about what happened later. Zhao Si must have experienced some kind of change and went to this place where people rarely visited to look for opportunities. In theory, what he thought was not wrong. Who can know where the treasure of Chaos appeared? Since it can integrate the two spirits of spiritual and demons, it is probably better to have a greater chance at the spiritual and demon border than nothing.

After pondering for a moment, Shisanlang asked, "Did Ran Yun learn about this at that time? Or did he already know about it, but it was leaked out by accident?"

Zhao Si thought about it carefully and said, "I can't be sure, I should have made it earlier. I only heard a few words, but I really couldn't judge."

Fearing that this answer would anger him, Zhao Si looked at Shisanlang with mercy and emphasized: "Everything I said is true..."

Shisanlang smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous. It's abnormal for you to know more about this kind of thing. Maybe it's because you listen to things that you shouldn't have heard, so you end up now."

Unconsciously touching his chest, Shisanlang shook his head, as if he wanted to clear some emotions from his mind. Then he realized that it was boring to do so, so he asked casually.

"Then have you been busy for so many years, have you found the Chaos Treasure?"

“… Found.”

"Oh...what?"

Shisanlang was shocked and pointed at Zhao Si and asked, "You mean... have you found the treasure of Chaos?"

"If I judged correctly, I should have found it."

After receiving Shisanlang's promise, Zhao Si's biggest worry was gone. Thinking about it, it was a death, but he had let go of his mind a lot, and sighed and said with a sigh: "It's a thing in the shape of a piece of wood, just put it in the ring. But it's only part, and even if I don't die, it may not be useful."

Before he could continue, Shisanlang inputted a spiritual power into the ring, destroying Zhao Si's mark. He rarely lost his composure like this, because this incident shocked him too much and he could no longer care about his demeanor.

The mark was destroyed, and Zhao Si groaned on the ground, and his spirit became more and more depressed. Shisanlang let go of his divine thoughts and soon discovered what Zhao Si said. Due to his thoughts, he pulled out an arc in the middle, and took out a thin layer of wood chips around the arc, and took it in his hand to check it carefully.

"This... this seems to be Kong Ming Lock!"

"Kong Mingsuo? What is that?" Zhao Si was shocked by him, thinking that this person is really good at understanding. No one in the Fourth Master had seen this thing before, so he recognized it at a glance.

"Kongming Lock is the Luban Lock." Before Shisanlang could come back to his senses, he subconsciously replied.

"Uh...what is Luban Lock?" Zhao Si became more and more stunned.

"Luban Lock...ahem! What do I do when I tell you this?"

Shisanlang finally woke up, looked at Zhao Si's sad expression, and sighed: "Okay, because you died indirectly because of it and helped me a lot, I'll explain it to you."

"This thing is called a lock, and it is actually a combination key. It requires multiple objects similar to this to be combined into one place before it can be used. Look at the shape of this one... it should be seven to ten parts."

Zhao Si was confused when he heard this, and looked at Shisanlang with an almost admiring look, with a very demented face. Shisanlang, who was not soft and hard, was a little weak when he saw it, and added ashamed: "I brought this name from my hometown. I can't count it here, so don't take it seriously."

Ignoring Zhao Si's confusion or awakening, Shisanlang couldn't help but feel excited, took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, I'm in a hurry now and can't talk to you anymore. Tell me where this thing comes from, and then give me the last words to send you on your way."

"Last words?"

Zhao Si woke up from the chaos and realized that he had finally waited for this moment. He smiled miserably and said, "I just got it from a female cultivator. I didn't dare to move the person and planned to hand it over to the sect to deal with it. As for the last words... I want to know who you are and why you are against me."

Shisanlang believed that Zhao Si would not dare to arrange it casually. Since the owner of the wood chip was still there, there was no need to ask him more questions.

Looking at the unwillingness on Zhao Si's face, he said, "I know I want to hide my identity and ask?"

Zhao Si said: "I will die soon."

Shisanlang said sarcastically: "From a great school, there are always some methods I don't know. Don't ask about your identity. What I can tell you is that there are people I know in the mountain village that you slaughtered."

Zhao Si was silent and said after a long time, "If possible, help me kill two people?"

"no!"

Shisanlang flatly refused and said, "I don't kill someone to help others kill. Although there are factors in killing you, it is mainly because I want to kill myself. Besides, I have no reason to help you. Since there is nothing else, then die."

A sword energy and a fireball, roaring proudly fell in Lingcheng for several years, causing countless people to tremble in fear to turn into ashes. His expression before his death was a bit weird, his lips were squirming, and he spit out a few syllables that were hard to understand.

"You will... help..."

"Quaqa, quacka!" Pangpang looked at the rising flame and screamed twice in grievance.

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