Facing Baoqi's threat, Lao Huang still looked indifferent. Jie Jie sneered: "You'd better kill all these servants to see if I care about their lives or not!"
Baoqi's fingers moved slightly, and there was a crisp sound from the young man's arm that was caught in the air. It was unnaturally twisted into an extremely terrifying appearance, with sharp broken bones piercing the flesh and blood, and the young man's screams were heard in front of the temple.
The corners of Lao Huang's eyes began to twitch uncontrollably.
On the one hand, these young people were ordered by Lin Beichen to take care of them. In Lin Beichen's eyes, they seemed to be more important than the fairy temple. On the other hand, it was Lao Huang's nature that he could not bear to see others being tortured.
No matter whether it was public or private, he couldn't bear it anymore.
But he knows one thing very well. If Baoqi sees that he cares about these young people, then the fate of these young people will be even worse.
So no matter how anxious he was, he couldn't show it at all.
Baoqi suddenly laughed: "Little mouse, why is your tail trembling?"
Lao Huang flicked his slender tail hard, causing smoke and dust to rise on the ground.
He has a problem, that is, his tail will tremble when he is nervous. This was brought from his mother's womb. Even if he becomes a sixth-level demon immortal, he still cannot control this tail.
"Come here, hit the sky!" Several children shouted happily from inside Baoqi's crotch.
Old Huang's face turned green when he heard this!
The teenagers were even more panicked.
The so-called sky stake is to erect a pillar on the ground and nail the person firmly to it. This is the beginning of the ultimate form of torture.
Various dramas will be performed next. If you want the victim to die faster, you can directly gouge out, burn, or pierce the heart. If you want the victim to be tortured, there are too many tricks, such as skinning, filling with oil, etc.
Meat brush, roasting, etc.
You can imagine what Baoqi wants to do.
Soon the twelve pillars were lined up.
"Do you think that if you pretend not to care, I will let these little guys go? You are wrong. If you are so bored, just use them to relieve your boredom. I have plenty of time to play slowly."
The teenagers were just children. At this moment, they were so frightened that they burst into tears. The sound was more distressing than the screams.
Lao Huang's three-meter-tall body suddenly moved into action and rushed towards the teenagers, trying to pull them back.
However, countless roots suddenly emerged from the ground, blocking his figure.
Lao Huang gritted his teeth and slammed into it, knocking a hole out of the wall made of tree roots. However, those tree roots were extremely flexible and coiled around his body like poisonous snakes, tightening them tighter and tighter. Lao Huang struggled hard, and
Time cannot escape from it.
"Baoqi, if you let these children go, I am willing to kneel down and beg for mercy."
Lao Huang shouted loudly.
Baoqi leaned deeply on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the anxious Lao Huang with satisfaction: "Don't you think it's too late to beg for mercy now?"
Grandma's face was focused in front of Lao Huang: "I'll give you one last chance to be my godson and still survive!"
"Can we let those children go?" Lao Huang asked eagerly.
The root system on my grandma's forehead kept squirming, as if she was frowning: "Do you really care about those mortals? If so, if you become my godson, they must die. You must understand that you are an immortal, and those mortals should be ruled by you. Listen.
You give the order and I will die for you!"
Lao Huang Ai yelled all his life: "Fuck you!"
His neck suddenly stretched out, his mouth opened wide, and he bit off grandma's head and chewed it into pieces.
Another grandmother's head appeared next to him, staring at the old yellow tree with a disappointed look in his eyes: "Rotten wood cannot be carved!"
Baoqi stretched out his hand and grabbed it from the air. A girl's clothes were completely torn, revealing her pure white body.
"Brush all the flesh off her body! I want to listen carefully to her beautiful screams!"
Tianjun gave the order, and a servant immediately pulled a long iron brush forward, and then the girl's screams echoed throughout the courtyard.
The witch slaves on the wall were accustomed to this situation and didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but Black Ball, who was eating chicken feet, had a cold look in his eyes.
"Don't watch it, it's boring!" Black Ball dropped a word and patted the golden thread slave.
Jin Xinu asked curiously: "Don't you want to see what happens to Lin Beichen?"
"What's there to see? In the end, you're just killed by Tianjun! Besides, I can't help you stay in the sun for too long. I'm going back to sleep!"
After hearing this, Jin Hao Nu did not dare to stay for long, and immediately jumped off the wall with the black ball on his back.
Soon the girl turned into a vague bloody person, and she didn't even have the strength to scream!
Baoqi said dissatisfied: "You just screamed a few times and you ran out of energy?"
"Change!" Baoqi's eyes wandered around the boys and girls, and finally stopped on Yun'er.
"This little girl is pretty good. She is suitable for refining the six vaginas. She can be hung up and skinned. Remember, don't get her face ruined."
Immediately, a servant grabbed Yun'er and dragged her to the sky stake! "
Lao Huang kept struggling but was unable to do anything. He could only scream: "Baoqi, my master will definitely kill you when he comes back!"
Baoqi laughed loudly after hearing this: "Kill this Heavenly Lord? Just for a sixth-level demon immortal? I was afraid that he would hide outside and become a coward and not dare to come back. It's a pity that you sacrificed your life for him like this."
Yun'er was also frightened. Her hands were tied up with a rope, and one end was fixed on the top of the sky stake. Several servants pulled hard, and Yun'er's small body was hung on the three-meter-high sky stake.
Rong Niang tried to rush forward several times, but was beaten to the ground by the servants.
Immediately afterwards, a servant climbed up on a ladder, holding arm-length iron nails and hammers in his hands to fix Yun'er on the sky stake, so that the skinner would not move around due to pain.
Several servants had a clear division of labor, and they were obviously used to doing these tasks. Two of them held down the thighs, and one servant aimed the iron nail at the gap between Yun'er's instep bones, raised the hammer in his hand high, and prepared to knock it down hard.
Lao Huang knew very well that compared to other boys and girls, Lin Beichen cared about Yun'er very much. He puffed up his cheeks and spit out a golden bean. However, the golden bean only flew about one meter before he was surrounded by people.
The root system was immediately wrapped up, and it ran forward for more than ten meters before losing strength.
At the same time, Lao Huang suddenly felt that the roots that tightly bound him had lost their strength. He struggled hard and was freed from the roots in one fell swoop.
He looked down in surprise and saw two figures appearing in the soil at his feet.
And the roots that bound him were all bitten off.
Xiaobai and Xiaohong didn't know when they dug a hole in the ground and got into the Tianjun Temple.
The expression on Lao Huang's face was extremely complicated, because he knew that it would be easy to get in but difficult to get out.
Xiaobai and Xiaohong will definitely die.
But he didn't have time to think too much. He jumped in front of Yun'er, opened his mouth, and bit the head of the servant who was about to hammer the nails into pieces. The other two servants who were holding Yun'er down were torn into pieces by his claws.
fragments.
Then he picked up Yun'er and other young people, including Rong Niang, and quickly retreated back to the gate of the temple.
When he stopped and turned to look, his face was pale.
Xiaobai and Xiaohong were already firmly bound by the roots, and Baoqi trampled them both under his feet with a ferocious smile.