"You old immortal, don't think that there's nothing you can do if you become a god. Someone, take him to the thousand-year-old cyan wood in Dunjia's room and see how long he can last."
In his hazy state of consciousness, Yu Wan heard angry curses coming from not far in front of him. Immediately afterwards, his body suddenly became lighter, and the chill on his back disappeared.
Her body felt light and the warmth gradually returned. However, before she could relax for a moment, a more intense chill suddenly appeared on her back.
Under the coldness, Yu Wan finally woke up with a jolt.
Holding up her heavy eyelids, Yu Wan looked up. The scene in front of her was like falling into hell, which made her feel cold.
Not far from her were neatly arranged circles of green wooden pillars, the same as what she had seen in the central dome. These pillars gradually became thicker from far to near.
However, unlike the empty room she saw, there was a person tied to every green wooden pillar here.
These monks have their hands, feet and bodies fixed by the iron chains on the pillars, in a large character shape, with their backs pressed tightly against the surface of the green strange wood.
The stone tiles and iron chains under their feet were stained with blood, and it could be seen that they must have been subjected to inhuman abuse.
Before Yu Wan could react when he saw all this, his consciousness immediately spread out and enveloped the space directly.
She was very surprised to find that the closer she was to the inside, the higher the cultivation level of the monk tied to the green wooden pillar.
The middle stage of incarnation, the early stage, the late stage of Nascent Soul, the middle stage...
The further outward, the thinner the pillars become, and the lower the cultivation level of the people tied to them. After reaching the outermost circle of green wooden pillars in this way, there are monks in the late stage of foundation building, no matter how low they are, they will be gone.
However, from the inside out, the number of low-level monks is also gradually increasing.
There were six middle-stage incarnation cultivators in the circle closest to her, and there were as many as a hundred late-stage foundation-building cultivators in the outermost circle.
Aware of this, she couldn't help but wonder whether people with lower cultivation levels couldn't bear these tortures, or whether the master here didn't need lower cultivation levels at all.
At this time, Yu Wan had not realized why she could easily see through the cultivation of these trapped monks. Before she could continue to observe, there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the room.
The next moment, a tall and thin figure came from outside.
The figure slowly passed through the layers of green trees, staring happily at the disheveled and blood-stained monks on the pillars. Soon, he walked up to Yu Wan.
"Old guy, it looks like you have pretty good physical strength." The visitor stopped not far in front of Yu Wan and stared at her with a satisfied expression.
"As expected of me, I have the ability to successfully refine Kunpeng's essence and blood. It seems that I no longer need to worry about catching the late-stage monks in the future."
"Gao... Gao Yan?" With his neck tightly strangled by the iron chain, Yu Wan stared at the majestic face that was exactly the same as Gao Yan for a long time, and spoke uncertainly.
As soon as the sound came out, Yu Wan was shocked on the spot.
This hoarse, old voice is definitely not her own. This voice sounds like that of a male cultivator. Why does she...
It didn't mean that she had to think about it later. The person in front of her directly solved her doubts, "He Peng, it seems that you were still affected by it, and you actually recognized me as your son. Hahahahaha~"
The man laughed to himself for a long time before he stopped. He walked in, held Yu Wan's chin with his right hand, and said gloomily, "You see clearly, this is Gao Ying."
The chin was lifted forward, and the chain around his neck immediately tightened. Enduring the discomfort in his throat, Yu Wan glared over and saw Gao Ying's face clearly.
He and Gao Yan were indeed carved out of the same mold, but there were some marks of time between his eyebrows and at the end of his eyes, and the sense of vicissitudes of life unintentionally revealed in his eyes could not be created in a short time.
Thinking back to Gao Yan, that man was still young, with a bright look on his face. Compared with the person in front of him, he is much less fierce and sinister.
The moment she heard Gao Ying call out her name, Yu Wan guessed that she might be pulled into her own experience by the senior.
Although she didn't know exactly what this person wanted in a short period of time, at this moment, with He Peng's identity, she could ask some questions.
Thinking of those angry words from before, Yu Wan was sure that this was the first time He Peng had been arrested here, so she narrowed her eyes slightly, stared at Gao Ying and asked, "What are your intentions in arresting me here?"
"Gao Ying, if you arrest so many monks here, aren't you afraid of the thunder and punishment when you ascend?"
"Tiandao? He Peng, do you think Tiandao will care about you group of aliens?"
After finishing his words, Gao Ying threw away his right hand in disgust and turned to look at the monks on the green wooden pillars in the room.
Yu Wan, whose chin was pinched, was thrown around like this, and the back of her head hit the green wood behind her with a bang. There was a rush of heat on the back of her neck, and she thought it was broken.
"You group of aliens are the product of the intercourse between the demons from the outside world and the monks here. It's too late for heaven to hate you, so how can you punish them?"
A demon from outland?
Yu Wan was shocked. She didn't expect aliens to appear because of this.
Gao Ying, who had her back turned to him, seemed unaware of her abnormality and continued, "Since you have completely refined Kunpeng's essence and blood, you must also know some things about the immortal world."
"Nowadays, there are no immortals who have become gods in the immortal world. They still have too much time to take care of themselves on the battlefield. Do you still hope that after ascending, they will not be trapped there and waste their immortal life in vain?"
Yu Wan was greatly shocked at this moment and asked in confusion, "What does this have to do with you arresting aliens?"
"What does it have to do with it?" Gao Ying turned to look at Yu Wan and continued, "Hepeng is about to ascend. If you don't believe me, you don't know."
After pausing for a moment, Gao Ying became excited. He grabbed Yu Wan's neck, his eyes full of covetousness, "Or is the essence and blood of the mythical beast really effective?"
"How can you not know whether it is effective or not since you are a descendant of Haechi?"
Yu Wan didn't know what happened to He Peng. At this moment, she threw the question back and stared at Gao Ying without saying a word.
Hearing the sarcasm in Yu Wan's mouth, Gao Ying impulsively clenched his right hand, only to hear a crunching sound, and Yu Wan's throat bone was crushed.
After a while, Gao Ying put away the eagerness in his eyes, took back his right hand, and said, "Forget it, there will be more days ahead, so I'm not in a hurry."
After saying that, he turned around and left with his hands behind his back.
Yu Wan leaned against the strange green wood, her lowered eyes dim and unclear, not sure what she was thinking.
However, in the following days, every day of execution consumed all her energy, leaving her no more time to speculate.
Yu Wan didn't know what kind of pill Gao Ying fed her every time, but she could feel extremely energetic every time she swallowed it.
Even if the bones in his body are torn apart one by one, the flesh and blood of his body is torn apart, he still endures the extreme coldness of the green wood behind him on his body and soul.
She remained awake at all times, feeling the pain in every inch of her flesh and bones.
These encounters must be repeated every day. From the outer layer of skin to the blood vessels and five internal organs in the body, Gao Ying crushes them inch by inch with the sharp spiritual blade, as if he is looking for something.
After each execution, Gao Ying would feed her another pill.
After entering the mouth, this elixir turned into a warm current that spread throughout the body. Soon, all the wounds healed quickly under the dense itching in the body.
Taking advantage of the moment when the wound was recovering, Gao Ying started playing the harp on his left hand.
This harp magic weapon was only as big as a palm. He held it in his left hand and tapped the fingertips of his right hand to pluck the strings of the harp.
Gao Ying played the same tune every time. Every time he heard this tune, Yu Wan felt like his soul was being gradually torn apart.
Every time he plucked the strings, his soul was torn into smaller pieces, until it turned into crumbs on the ground, then Gao Ying stopped and left.
Yu Wan was left awake feeling another wave of boundless pain.
This happens every day without interruption.
Over time, Yu Wan became somewhat accustomed to the pain, and was able to concentrate on observing her surroundings while enduring the pain.
There were cries of pain all the time in this room. At this moment, Yu Wan was distracted and noticed that every monk trapped here had experienced similar experiences to himself.
In comparison, his own was the most tragic.
An unknown amount of time passed like this. After the day's music was played, Gao Ying did not leave directly.
He stood there and stared at Yu Wan, trying to detect some clues from her recovery.
However, until Yu Wan's soul was repaired by the remaining medicine, he still found nothing.
"He Peng, how did you do that?" He asked, but Yu Wan ignored him.
"This type of method can gradually force the black glue crystals out of your body. Why haven't you even had a trace of black glue crystals come out after so long?"
After waiting for a long time and seeing no response from Yu Wan, Gao Ying was angry and said, "You can do something if you don't tell me."
"Originally, I don't want to be too cruel for the sake of being a fellow demon clan, but since you are so insufferable, from tomorrow onwards I will no longer worry about your decline in cultivation, and start directly with the Dantian Infant God and Spiritual Roots. .”
After finishing his words, Gao Ying immediately threw up his sleeves and left.
Yu Wan closed his eyes and concentrated, entering the dark space, continuing to stare at the two-color plums above his head that continued to absorb the surrounding black air.
She felt happy as she looked at the space that was gradually getting brighter.
