"Are you done?" Yan Canhe said coldly: "I have seen people like you a lot. You dare not face death when it's about to happen, so you try every means to delay it. No matter how strong your understanding is, you must have strength. Qualifications No matter how high you are, you still have to live. You do have some courage and courage, but I want to tell you that force is everything."
"So, do you think that if you are at the ninth level of the Divine Transformation Realm, you can definitely defeat me at the second level of the Divine Transformation Realm?" Changqing asked.
The duel ground gradually became quiet.
The audience of 100,000 monks were whispering and discussing. They didn't understand where Changqing's confidence came from. They could only think that although Changqing clearly said that Yao Mingxian and Shen Tiantong would not interfere, in the end it was just a show. .
Only in this way, in their opinion, can Changqing survive.
"Stop talking nonsense, the show has started." Yan Canhe didn't want to wait and said: "Take out all your attack spirit treasures. I wonder if you use a knife or a sword? No matter what you use, I will use it." Your weapon is on you..."
Before he finished speaking, Changqing shook his head and interrupted: "If I kill you, why do you need a sword?"
In the duel arena, all 100,000 spectators gasped.
All the Sanxian's eyes were shining with divine light.
In the private room, Yao Mingxian looked deeply at this figure. Beside the auction table, Shen Tiantong was also shocked.
"What! How can Changqing win without swords or spiritual treasures?"
"Did we all guess wrong, that Chang Qing is actually going to die directly?"
"Just want to be famous before you die, that's all?"
All the audience were confused.
Yan Canhe looked at Shen Tiantong.
Shen Tiantong announced the start of the fight to the death. He retreated to the sidelines and stood in front of Bai Xiaoya.
"I've seen a lot of people like you who don't take death seriously. Do you know how they begged me for mercy in the end and how long they held on to me?"
Yan Canhe Jiejie laughed strangely.
"You want to engage in psychological warfare? You can." Changqing nodded.
Yan Canhe directly activated the demonic energy, and the makeshift auction platform instantly collapsed into powder.
Just as Chang Qing said, the Dharma of the Hell Heaven Demon Sect is really a divine prison cage!
Fences rose from the ground, and a prison door was blocked by the figure of Yan Zuhe.
In the divine prison, every instrument of torture can send chills down your spine.
There are even broken limbs and broken arms condensed with Dharma around them, as if there are shrill screams, penetrating endless horror into the souls of the audience.
"I want to play something different." Yan Canhe stretched out his finger, gathering his true energy, and the demonic energy flashed.
His fingers began to fester and pus, revealing the stark white bones.
Everyone in the circular auditorium of the duel arena was shaking violently, and some even turned their heads and did not dare to look.
One after another, the exclamations rang out one after another, but the shouts of shock became louder and louder.
Changqing's fingers, like the severe crane, also began to fester and pus, revealing the stark white bones.
But Chang Qing's face was expressionless, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.
"Is this...an illusion?"
"No, the Ten Hells Slaughtering Heaven of the Hell Heaven Demon Sect is definitely not an illusion. Just look at Yan Canhe's slightly trembling arms and you will know that these are all real!"
"Changqing doesn't feel pain?"
"This Ten Hell Massacre will directly hurt the soul. How can such a powerful inheritance become ineffective just because there is no pain?"
"Then why is that?"
"because……"
A pair of master and apprentice monks were communicating in the audience. The young monk kept asking questions, but in the end, the older master looked tense and remained silent.
His eyes were full of horror.
Because Chang Qing is more cruel than Yan Zui He!
"I didn't see your frightened expression, and I didn't hear your screams. I understand, if you didn't take out your sword to fight me, you were using all your strength to control yourself and endure the torture, right?"
Yan Canhe sneered, "There are many people like you."
Changqing laughed, his laughter steady without trembling at all, "Is it possible that you didn't see because you were blind, and you didn't hear because you were deaf?"
Yan Canhe's face became even more ferocious, and he was afraid that even the ghosts in the underground ghost realm would not be as terrifying as him.
"I'll let you be tough!" Yan Canhe wanted to prove himself through the method of "returning together", which is also the last method in the Ten Hells and Massacres mentioned by Chang Qing, to hurt the enemy by hurting himself. At this time, he directly waved his arm and shook it violently.
"Kacha!"
"Kacha!"
With two crisp sounds in succession, the arms of Yan Canhe and Chang Qing were both broken.
That's not all. Yan Canhe used one arm to pull out various torture instruments on his body and kept using them.
Such brutal torture has made even the righteous immortals in the private room tense up even in the realm of transformation into gods and in the realm of Kongming.
Everyone's eyes were trembling.
Even the disciples of the Demon Sect, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sect, were breaking out in cold sweat at this time.
The torture lasted for half an hour, and Yan Canhe used all the torture instruments on his body.
At this time, there were hundreds of thousands of monks in the duel field, and they were completely silent.
Some people even trembled non-stop, and some even retched directly.
Regardless of whether it was Yan Canhe or Chang Qing, both of them had lost their human form. Even the ferocious beasts from Giant God Mountain felt cold all over after seeing such torture.
"That's it?"
A light voice sounded, and Chang Qing's head had already drooped aside. He was condensing the voice with his spiritual thoughts.
There was a sense of ease and comfort in this voice, and it was even more irrelevant to everyone in the audience.
"Where's my nose? Oh, I touched it."
Chang Qing's voice continued. He raised his arm with great effort and touched the "bloody mud" all over his face.
There was an evil aura, as if everyone had fallen into a ghost realm.
It seemed to resound deep in everyone's soul, making people feel goosebumps all over their bodies.
Some monks with low cultivation levels have already begun to run wild with their true energy.
The transformed monster in the audience was too frightened to maintain its human form. Their hair began to grow, they revealed their demonic faces, and their palms turned into claws.
However, the fear in their hearts lingers!
"I seem to smell fear?"
Chang Qing only had half of his broken arm. He supported his drooping head and looked around. All the monks, including Shen Tiantong, did not dare to "look" at him.
They were a pair of deep concave blood holes. Only half of the pupils were still rotating in the two bleeding holes.
"Hiss!" Di Yun and Chang Qing "looked at each other" and couldn't help but gasp.
He always thought that no one in the world would suffer more than him, but now, he was convinced.
Bai Xiaoya's trembling hands pulled Di Yun's beard hard. She had been frightened to tears for a long time, but when she "looked at each other" with Chang Qing, she felt the same peace as before.
Changqing propped up his head and looked at Yan Canhe. His spiritual thoughts concentrated his voice and spread throughout the entire duel field, "No move? How about I teach you?"
As soon as the words fell, the hearts of all the 100,000 monks twitched.
All the Sanxian in the audience stood up in fear.
"This boy is far superior to Xiao Feng!"
