After so many years, the same method of torture has not changed much. He doesn't want to make the other party happy. He knows that the more he screams, the more excited the other party will be, so he has to persist and not make the other party happy.
that's enough.
After a full hour of torture, I saw that the soul was getting weaker and weaker.
King Bloodfang's face became very ugly: "Stop!"
He doesn't want this old guy to die yet, but his patience is limited: "I won't kill you this time, but after a year, no matter what, I won't keep you anymore. It seems that you are suffering from pain."
I’m already numb, and after that year, I’ll be ready to die for a long time.”
He was very unhappy!
After all, the old guy was able to bear it. It was really beyond comprehension that this old guy could withstand such a terrible torture.
The light of the formation disappeared.
Those people stopped torturing the iron sword.
In other words, Sword Spirit.
The old man was originally a sword cultivated into a human form. It is not the same as the sword spirit, but it is somewhat similar. It can be called the sword spirit clan.
"let's go!"
King Bloodfang turned and left.
It's not that he didn't think of other ways. Cooperating with the poison doctor was one of them. He also tried searching for souls, but he couldn't succeed.
The old thing is really like a hedgehog. When he bites it, it feels like his mouth is full of thorns, which is really uncomfortable.
After King Xueya left, Ling Xiao returned to the cell, glanced at the extremely weak iron sword, and sighed: "Why are you so stubborn? Don't you feel painful living like this?"
"If you don't die, there is always hope. If you die, there is no hope." The old voice said: "No, I have waited for you. The pain of these years has finally not been in vain. I leave this miserable life.
The only thought is revenge!"
Ling Xiao let out a long sigh and said: "That's all, so what if I help you. Yes, I can break your restriction, but I'm not a loser. I'll help you, but what do you use?
How about something to repay me?
I don't need a way to fight my demons, so that doesn't appeal to me at all.
Also, we are locked up here. Even if I lift the restriction for you, you will be discovered immediately. At that time, what will you do?
Do you think that without the restriction, you are the opponent of those people?
Maybe you could do it before, but now, you are just a dying old man."
"If you ask this kind of question, it's obvious that you don't quite understand the situation in the Ten Thousand Demons Pit!"
The old voice laughed and said: "King Bloodfang is just one of the overlords of the Ten Thousand Demons Pit. There are other overlords here, and they will also attack Bloodfang City in order to compete for territory and resources.
In addition, those crazy guys and those monsters will also attack Bloodfang City at certain times.
Do you know why King Bloodfang needs people now? That's why.
This place has been attacked before, and even the cell was opened. Unfortunately, I was banned. Once I left here, I would die, so I didn't escape.
But this time, if the restriction is lifted, I can escape as long as there is a chance!"
"I see!"
Ling Xiao smiled, not very interested: "However, I am not interested in leaving here, not yet, because I want to leave the Ten Thousand Demons Pit more. If you have a way, you can tell me. Of course, your restriction
, I will help you resolve it, just as you owe me a favor!"
He could see that this sword spirit was once a god-emperor-level existence. If he saved a god-emperor, he would be able to win a powerful ally for himself, wouldn't he?
"Thank you!"
The old voice seemed a little surprised, surprised by the stability and structure of the young man in front of him.
"Young man, don't worry. If I have the chance, I will definitely return the favor to you. Of course, that's assuming I don't die."
There was a bit of desolation in this voice: "After being tortured for so many years, I can no longer exert my fighting power. Now I can only be tied with the Bloodtooth King. Whether I can kill him or not depends entirely on me."
It worked.”
"It doesn't matter, I believe you can do it."
Ling Xiao smiled.
It's enough for this sword spirit to be able to exert the strength of the Bloody Tooth King. If he helps a little bit, wouldn't it be solved?
"By the way, I still don't know what to call the old gentleman?"
Ling Xiao asked.
"I did have a famous name in the past, but that is already in the past. If you don't mind, just call me Mr. Jian."
"Jian Lao? Okay!"
Ling Xiao glanced at Jian Lao and said, "When the opportunity comes, I will naturally lift your restriction, but you have to endure it now."
Immediately, he turned around and left, returning to his office.
Nothing happened these days.
Suddenly one day, several people broke into Ling Xiao's jurisdiction.
The leader is a barbarian.
The barbarian was about eight meters tall, armed with a mace, and extremely fierce.
Behind him were some warriors, all of whom were wearing black robes with the mark of Bloodfang City on them.
"Are you the new Demon General?"
The barbarian roared.
"Speak softer, your ears will be deafened!"
Ling Xiao said angrily: "Yes, I am the new Demon General, who are you?"
I am also a demon general. If you have the guts, fight with me.
"Why should I fight with you?"
Ling Xiao felt baffled. Now he was facing an opportunity and didn't want to conflict with others.
"Why? You killed my brother in the ring, why do you say?"
The barbarian demon general roared.
"I didn't kill anyone. I didn't kill either the monster or the warrior in the arena. Please don't accuse me unjustly."
Ling Xiao said.
"Stop talking nonsense. It's not who you killed. My brother died not long after he came back from the ring. It's your fault."
The barbarian demon general identified Ling Xiao as the murderer.
"hehe!"
Ling Xiao smiled: "Although I don't know who is deliberately stirring up discord, it doesn't matter. If you want to kill me, just do it, as long as you have the ability."
"Hmph, even a second-level saint dares to act wild in front of me. Don't you know that I am a sixth-level saint? I will definitely smash you into a pulp.'
The barbarian demon general roared.
Immediately, the mace in his hand was smashed down hard.
Ling Xiao yawned. The sixth-level saint was indeed a bit powerful, but he only needed to use three times the combat power of Wu Zi Mantra to make up for the gap in combat power.
He punched out directly and hit the mace.
Kirin Vajra Fist!
This is a relatively common Qilin magic, which explodes with huge power and is very powerful.
After all, the worst Qilin magic is much stronger than ordinary martial arts, and comparable to most bloodline magical powers.