Lu Yun followed behind, looking curiously.
She didn't recognize those people, but that didn't stop her from seeing the hideous wounds on those people.
Once he is convicted and his spiritual power is sealed, the monk's body becomes the same as that of a mortal.
And how could that mortal body withstand the punishment here?
Over time, he looked like a skinny marketing monster.
The spy matter was a big one, so Duanlang took Lu Yun to the second floor of the cell.
This second floor is considered a small forbidden area of the Hidden Sword Sect, and those who can enter are Duanlang's trusted ones.
Unlike the first floor, this was not a cell. The first thing Lu Yun saw was a huge pool.
The water in the pool is not deep, reaching about the calf level, and there are large lotus flowers blooming on it.
It should have been an elegant place, but the light here was as dark as an abyss, and the water in the pool was glowing with cold light.
In this pool, there are many wide and high platforms.
Overhead, water poured down, covering some of the high platforms, blocking out all prying eyes from the outside world.
The cells on the second floor were unique, and Lu Yun did not dare to inquire about who was being held in them.
As soon as she entered here, she felt that her spiritual consciousness was tingling and she didn't dare to let it out.
"Follow me, don't go wrong."
Duan Lang gave an order and stepped onto the lotus leaves.
The seemingly random pace has a certain pattern in Lu Yun's eyes.
Remembering Duan Lang's instructions, Lu Yun made no mistake, and soon they arrived at an empty high platform.
The moment he hit the ground, chains protruded from the sky and bound the disciple's limbs.
Lu Yun could feel that the opponent's meridians were blocked by the chains and could not use any spiritual power.
See Duanlang waving again.
The water in the pool that Lu Yun feared was slightly stirred by the breaking waves, and fell on the disciple.
Stab, sting...
This is the sound of flesh and blood being corroded, accompanied by the screams of the disciple after he woke up, hovering here.
Lu Yun could see clearly.
That pool of water corroded not only the physical body, but also the monk's soul.
But this time, Duan Lang had a smile on his face.
Lu Yun, who felt chills running down her spine, stood behind and said nothing, quietly watching Duan Lang's methods.
"woke up?"
With the raised tone, the disciple looked at the broken waves in front of him, his breath was dead.
After thinking about it, it was clear that if he fell into Duanlang's hands, there would be no possibility of escaping.
"I won't say anything, just kill me."
The sound was like a rusty saw cutting wood, extremely unpleasant to hear.
"Wu Gao, did I ask you something?"
Duanlang has not accepted any disciples yet, but the Punishment Hall needs people, so there are many disciples on Xingtian Peak.
Duan Lang could recognize the other party at a glance, which meant that the other party had also shown his face in front of Duan Lang. After all, he had gained some trust.
It was precisely this that made Duan Lang feel that this matter was serious.
He called out the other party's identity and didn't care about the other party's attitude of disregarding death.
Most of the people who can enter here are hard-core.
But so what, his mission is to make these tough people speak.
Duan Lang looked cold, and he snapped his fingers. The water in the pool boiled again, then floated, dividing into the size of water droplets in the air.
Those water droplets hung above the disciple's head, and the blue light made people's scalp numb.
Xu realized what Duan Lang was going to do, and Wu Gao's pupils shrank suddenly. He opened his mouth to speak, but Duan Lang was faster.
With a single spell, Wu Gao's mouth was sealed, leaving only the pitiful whimpering in his throat.
Water drops...fall.
That corrosive sound reappeared.
After swallowing the quiet water, Lu Yun recognized the origin of this pool of water.
A natural poison that specifically targets the human soul, but is harmless to other beings.
A simple drop would not kill someone.
But at this moment, there were countless water droplets falling, evenly covering every part of Wu Gao's body.
The person being tortured may feel that every part of his soul is burning like a raging fire.
What is decaying from the outside in.
Duan Langmian showed no sign of changing his face when he performed this kind of torture.
Pain is not enough to describe Wu Gao's sigh at this moment. He twisted his body crazily.
But the chains on his limbs prevented him from breaking free.
The Dantian is empty and the body is in tatters.
At this moment, he is just a prisoner, with no comfort at all.
Pain already tortures the mind, not to mention the fact that this is the ghost-devouring water aimed at the soul.
Wu Gao was in pain and couldn't bear to die, and there was no intact part of his body.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
He was still sobbing, with cold sweat dripping down his face.
Through the look in the other person's eyes, Lu Yun felt that the other person had something to say, but Duan Lang seemed to be invisible and continued to watch indifferently.
Tick tock, tick tock!
The sound was so clear and soul-stirring.
Until the last drop of the Devouring Nether Water fell, Wu Gao's arrogant posture a moment ago disappeared.
With his mouth free, he gasped for air and spoke as if resigned to his fate.
"I said, I said..."
Seeing that the other party was about to reveal his true identity, Duan Lang smiled cruelly and repeated the torture just now.
This time, Wu Gao's mouth was not blocked.
The screams continued continuously, and as a bystander, Lu Yun felt extremely painful.
It wasn't until this time passed that Duan Lang finally spoke.
"What did you just want to say?"
Taking out a stool, Duan Lang pulled it in front of Wu Gao and sat down.
He leaned against the back of the chair and tapped Erlang's legs, feeling very uncomfortable.
The resentment in Wu Gao's eyes almost came out, but he was more afraid of Duan Lang.
He said weakly, "It's the Fierce Demon Palace."
The Demon Palace?
Listening to these words, Lu Yun was also thinking.
The territory of the cultivation world was divided into five parts.
Dongzhou, Nanyang, West Bank, Beitian and Zhonglu.
Among them, Dongzhou and Nanyang are all orthodox sects, and there are countless large and small ones.
The Hidden Sword Sect stands in Dongzhou.
The west bank belongs to those demonic cultivators. It is like a deep abyss, filled with evil spirits, making it difficult for righteous cultivators to approach.
There is no owner in the northern sky, which is where right and wrong are now fighting for ownership.
There are battles happening there all year round, and it is the hottest place where the two battles take place.
However, the two sides have been fighting for hundreds of years, and the northern sky is raging with war, but there is no winner.
Now the leading faction on the demonic path in Beitian is the Fierce Demon Palace, which is also one of the five sects of the demonic path.
All in all, the opponent's status is similar to that of the Hidden Sword Sect on the decent side.
It's normal to plant spies if you can't defeat them.
As for the rest of the Central Continent, this place is very unique and does not belong to either side of good or evil.
There are no rules there, no distinction between good and evil.
There is only one law followed there, and that is that the weak eat the strong.
That is the most chaotic place in the entire world of cultivation. Regardless of whether you are good or evil, you have to be careful about the heads on your neck when you go there.
The former owner of the Tail Back Needle, Mr. Huang, came from Zhonglu.
"Fierce Demon Palace, haha... you are quite courageous."
Wu Gao's mind was destroyed, and the subsequent interrogation was much simpler.
Some spies that Duan Lang had never discovered were shaken out.
I dare not say that all the spies in the Hidden Sword Sect will be eradicated, but after this time, the remaining ones will not dare to act rashly.
Half an hour later, Lu Yun stepped out of the prison and saw the starry sky outside.
The stars are twinkling and the moon is high, it’s a good time.
