In the dark and humid cave, Liu Buping was locked by shackles made of colorful runes. The middle-aged monk in front of him was using his magic to activate a bubbling spring that glowed with green light.
Hiss!
The middle-aged monk turned to look at Liu Buping, and with a flash of light in his hand, a lively monster appeared in his hand and was thrown directly into the spring.
A burst of green smoke appeared, and the monster beast was turned into a puddle of sewage by the poisonous spring without even its bones remaining.
"This is the Poison Heart Spring. It can directly melt the Tribulation God. It is a bit difficult to melt the Dao Realm God. But I don't plan to use it to kill you. I only want it to torture you!"
The middle-aged monk pointed his finger, and Liu Buping was instantly moved into the poisonous spring.
The liquid in the poison spring instantly invaded Liu Buping's body, constantly eroding his body and trying to completely dissolve him.
However, the intensity of the erosion is not very strong. Although it cannot melt Liu Buping, it still consumes Liu Buping's strength all the time.
"Even so, I still won't tell you!"
Liu Buping looked at the middle-aged monk and said in a deep voice.
The corners of the middle-aged monk's mouth raised, revealing an evil smile. He only glanced at Liu Buping, turned around and walked towards the open space on one side.
The spring was covered with a chain composed of dense golden runes. The chain locked Liu Buping and firmly imprisoned him in the poisonous spring.
These chains are condensed with the power of God, contain runes, and have been channeled. They can not only imprison Liu Buping's power, but also extract Liu Buping's power for his own use.
"Is he consuming my power?"
Liu Buping came to a conclusion in his mind and whispered.
He was constantly making calculations in his heart, wanting to see how he could escape from God's hands.
Obviously, the middle-aged monk is more powerful than the Corpse Emperor. Not only can he restrict space, but he can also hinder the fluctuations of his mind.
Now Liu Buping's spiritual thoughts are all suppressed in a ball of light, and there is an extremely powerful force in his body, waiting for the opportunity to move, always waiting for Liu Buping's soul to appear.
Therefore, Liu Buping did not dare to blatantly activate the Hell Tower. He felt that even if he activated the power of the Hell Tower, he might not be able to escape the middle-aged monk's pursuit, and would eventually lead to disaster in the Hell Tower.
This is also the reason why he did not escape through the Hell Tower.
There are very few gods appearing in this world. It can be said that there are almost no gods. However, the gods who can survive are all powerful people with complex scheming methods.
The middle-aged monk in front of him was lighting a fire. To be precise, he was lighting the Nine Dragon Forging Furnace.
This is a kind of nine-legged nine-dragon furnace for alchemy. Each dragon represents a kind of heavenly fire. The nine fires can forge all things in the world.
Liu Buping had never seen this furnace, but had only seen written records about it in legends. Looking at the middle-aged man's serious appearance, he concluded that even if this furnace was not a real Jiulong forging furnace, it was still an extremely high-end one.
imitations.
Hooray!
After a while, the flame in the furnace was ignited, and nine heavenly fires of various colors were spit out from the dragon's mouth, gradually converging into a colorful light in the furnace.
The middle-aged monk moved his body and shot out a drop of golden blood from his finger. After the blood melted into the furnace, the entire furnace began to become transparent.
From the outside, you can see that there is a ball of colorful flames in the furnace, like a fire cocoon. Under the agitation of the middle-aged monk, it is constantly intertwining with divine patterns.
"What is he going to do?"
Liu Buping murmured in his heart that the power circulation in his body had gradually become weak. Under the erosion of the venom, the true spirit located in the cells of the physical body had become sluggish. This was a sign of poisoning.
If the poison cannot be detoxified in time, these true spirits that have been nurtured for a long time will die completely.
By that time, Liu Buping's power will plummet and become mediocre.
Fortunately, he has developed the ability to empty his soul, otherwise his soul would be infected by the poison, and his whole person would become sluggish and lead to death step by step.
"Yeah! That's it!"
The middle-aged monk exhaled a breath of turbid air, looked at the forging furnace that had turned into white jade, and turned to look at Liu Buping.
But seeing Liu Buping's pale face and weak breath, he was very satisfied. He stood up and walked towards the poisonous spring. He looked at Liu Buping inside and asked, "Are you going to say it or not?"
"Even if I kill you, I won't tell you!"
Liu Buping said stubbornly.
The middle-aged monk laughed, looked at Liu Buping strangely and said: "You are really ignorant! Come on, don't play tricks with me! Let's do this, as long as you say so, I can spare your life, how about
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Listening to the middle-aged monk's words, Liu Buping wanted to agree, but he couldn't trust him, and these secrets were his life, and he would never let anyone know even if he died.
"Don't tell!"
Liu Buping gritted his teeth. Due to the gradual lack of strength, his body also suffered some damage. At this moment, he was trembling, enduring the pain of thousands of ants eating his heart, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Okay! Have some backbone! This is the kind of person I like to torture the most!"
With that said, the middle-aged monk put his hand on the golden chain, lifted Liu Buping up from the poison spring with a gentle lift.
"The water from this poisonous spring is already full of energy. Don't think about expelling the poison!"
As if he had seen through Liu Buping's thoughts, the middle-aged monk shook his head and said.
The moment he came out of the water, Liu Buping thought about using his own power to drive away the poison in order to regain his strength. But as the middle-aged monk said, every drop of these poisons has spirit. At this moment, he has to deal with these spirit poisons, not only some
Barely, or even not at all, these venoms can be eliminated.
Liu Buping gave up on expelling the poison and looked at the middle-aged monk coldly.
"Don't look at me like that! You brought this on yourself. I have a problem. I like to forge all kinds of strange things, especially using human weapons and forging them with heavenly fire. I have quite a lot of experience in this aspect..."
The middle-aged monk said, raised his hand and sent Liu Buping into the forging furnace.
In an instant, countless fire threads turned into iron chains, attached to Liu Buping's body, and penetrated into his body's meridians, blood, and cells everywhere.
"Sealing formation! Complete!"
The middle-aged monk changed his hand skills, and then the fire that invaded Liu Buping's body condensed in Liu Buping's heart and turned into a "sealing" character, firmly sealing the power in Liu Buping's body.
In an instant, Liu Buping's physical strength and soul seemed to be imprisoned by the power of the seal, and could not be used. Except for his five senses, only Liu Buping's eyes were left to see.
"I'm giving you a chance. Do you want to tell me or not?"
The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed with something spicy, and he asked Liu Buping again.
Liu Buping could not speak and could only think slowly, and the faint pain in his body was always felt in his consciousness, which made his heart feel cold. He could only tell the middle-aged monk with his eyes that everything was a delusion.
"You are the most determined person I have ever seen! However, I hope you won't let me down!... Hehe! When you become my soul-forging puppet, let's see if you still can't maintain this belief!"
With that said, the middle-aged monk stopped talking and sat cross-legged in front of the forging furnace. The light in his hand flashed and he drove the magic formulas one after another into the furnace.
Hooray!
For a moment, the flames in the furnace rose up, and then flames converged and condensed, constantly washing and forging Liu Buping's body.
This is an extremely long and complicated process, and every step is extremely complicated.
The middle-aged monk no longer wants to kill Liu Buping. He not only wants to find out Liu Buping's secret, but also uses Liu Buping's treasure body to forge a puppet, a powerful puppet.
However, ** forging is extremely difficult, requiring the controller to grasp the flame and time accurately, and also have a certain degree of control over the **, otherwise the forging may fail due to ** or flame time.
Things abound.
What the middle-aged monk has to do is to first forge Liu Buping's body into a body he can control, and then forge his soul. When everything is done, Liu Buping will still be Liu Buping, but he can no longer control his own.
The body and soul can only maintain one immortal self, as the spirit of this precious weapon, to maintain the flexibility of this body.
Hooray!
The stinging pains constantly made Liu Buping's body tremble, and his soul was also enduring the pain of being burned by the sky fire. This was tantamount to exposing his body and soul to the boundless disaster of the sky fire, without using any means.
Under the premise of strength, he used a mortal body to fight against the heavenly fire.
If it weren't for Liu Buping's physical strength, these flames alone would be enough to destroy Liu Buping in an instant.
Suddenly, Liu Buping noticed that his arm was getting out of his control little by little. While the flames were burning, the flesh and blood on his arms began to slowly shrink, and then the meridians, blood vessels and acupuncture points on his arms began to be filled and burned by the flames.
This finalized the shape and formed a solid membrane wall to make his arm look like the middle-aged monk wanted.
"Ah! Damn it, I don't want to become your puppet! There must be a way, there must be a way!"
Liu Buping felt a sense of despair in his heart, with an eager light in his eyes, and his mind was running slowly, trying to think of a way to solve his current crisis.
Once the body is really forged into a puppet, he will be trapped in a huge cage, and at that time, his life will be worse than death.
The reason why the mind can move quickly is because the middle-aged monk, while forging Liu Buping's arms, relaxed the confinement on his soul, allowing Liu Buping to think. However, the thinking time is also quite slow, and it often takes a moment to form an idea.
clock time.
"Very good, your arm shaping is complete, and now comes the fusion material. This step is very painful, but it is a great opportunity for you!"
The middle-aged monk said seriously, the light in his hand flickered, and the precious materials were poured into the forging furnace one by one by the monk at no cost.