Martial arts long journey

Chapter 730 Torture Information
Feeling the powerful aura rising from the bodies of Ling Ke and Murong Xu in the rear, Zhou Yandang would kill them even if he understood.

All of a sudden, the look on Zhou Yan's face became even uglier.

You must know that Kou Cheng and the old elder are the only people in the lobby right now. If these two people are also killed, where will Zhou Yan go to find the people from the Sly Thorn Gate? What about the real lair?
"Okay, keep two alive!"

Immediately afterwards, even with a wave of his hand, Zhou Yandang directly blocked Murong Xu and Ling Ke who had already taken half a step forward.

At the same time, seeing Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, the powerful and terrifying spiritual mystic mind suddenly sprang out like a knife, directly cutting off nearly [-]% of the spirits of Kou Cheng and the old elder.

The two of them immediately fell to the ground without any resistance.

Seeing such a scene, Ling Ke and Murong Xu couldn't help showing a look of pity on their faces, obviously feeling a bit of regret because they didn't take action to clean up the house themselves.

As for Tie Shaotang and Zhuge Shuo, they couldn't help showing a bit of embarrassment, and Tie Shaotang opened his mouth and muttered: "Sorry, I'm a little impatient."

It was really because those traitors from the Stingy Thorn Sect were so hateful that Tie Shaotang and Zhuge Shuo were killed, almost delaying important matters.

Hearing Tie Shaotang's meaningless explanation, Zhou Yan nodded noncommittally, but he didn't blame anything, instead, he stepped straight towards Kou Cheng who was limp on the ground and that An elder walked over.

Sensing Zhou Yan approaching, [-]% of his energy was cut off abruptly, and Kou Cheng, who was almost on his last breath, slowly turned his head to look at Zhou Yan.

Slowly squatting down, Zhou Yan asked Kou Cheng in a calm voice: "Tell me, where is the mountain gate of your Treacherous Thorn Gate, what are the strength divisions in it, and what are the things you got from the holy religion in the past?" Who is it all on?"

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Kou Cheng panted heavily and stared at Zhou Yan, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't... I didn't expect that the Nether Demon Sect would... unexpectedly have remnants.

No... But give up, I... I won't tell you anything about the situation... yours! "

Kou Cheng knew very well in his heart that the hatred between them and the Nether Demon Sect was too deep, and the two sides were out-and-out enemies of life and death.

Even if he told the specific information, Kou Cheng knew that he would definitely die.

So Kou Cheng gritted his teeth directly, and didn't disclose any information to Zhou Yan.

Seeing Kou Cheng on the ground who was slowly closing his eyes and quietly waiting to be dealt with, Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Immediately, Zhou Yan didn't continue to force anything, but instead turned his gaze to the old-faced Elder of the Stinging Sect on the other side.

However, that elder also imitated Kou Cheng, acting as if he wanted to kill or cut him up at your disposal, and he didn't intend to reveal any information at all.

Seeing such a scene, Zhou Yan flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly and said, "If you want to toast, you won't be fined!"

Although Kou Cheng, the elder of the Sly Thorn Sect, didn't cooperate at all, it didn't mean that Zhou Yan had nothing to do with the two of them.

"No Ming!"

But seeing Zhou Yan raised his hand for a while, he directly called Wu Ming, his confidant, to him and said, "Come and find out everything I want to know!"

Hearing Zhou Yan's voice in their ears, Kou Cheng and the elder, who were limp on the ground, couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten suddenly, but they didn't show any expression of fear on the surface.

At this moment, Kou Cheng and the elder were already prepared in their hearts to grit their teeth and endure pain to extract a confession.

However, what Kou Cheng and the elder did not know was that Di Wuming's method was not just as simple as extorting a confession by torture.

Di Wuming, who is proficient in all kinds of ghostly secret arts, can completely search for the information he wants from a person's sea of ​​consciousness.

"My lord, please wait for a moment, Wuming will start to torture the sea of ​​consciousness of the two of them!"

Di Wuming bowed his hands to Zhou Yan, and then walked towards Kou Cheng step by step.

Following the words from Di Wuming's mouth, Xing Qingge, Ling Ke, Zhuge Shuo and others who were standing behind also had a look of surprise in their eyes.

Torturing and extorting information from the sea of ​​consciousness, such surreptitious methods are unheard of and unseen in today's world of martial arts.

I am afraid that only in the ancient times when martial arts practice was more prosperous, could there be such powerful and mysterious evil means.

As for Kou Cheng and the elder who were about to experience such secret methods, expressions of extreme horror appeared on the faces of the two of them.

It wasn't until this moment that Kou Cheng and the elder realized that no matter how much they resisted, everything was nothing but useless efforts.

Under Kou Cheng's horrified gaze, Di Wuming raised his pale palm, and pointed at Kou Cheng's forehead.

With little light shining, slowly from Di Wuming's fingertips began to seep into Kou Cheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, Kou Cheng, who felt a sudden chill between his brows, immediately noticed that his own sanity was becoming more and more blurred.

As time passed by, the panic in Kou Cheng's eyes subsided slowly.

This is not to say that Kou Cheng no longer worries or fears any more in his heart, but because Kou Cheng's sanity has been wiped out bit by bit under the secret technique of Earth Wuming.

The secret technique performed by Di Wuming is an inevitable existence for the spiritual trauma of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the final outcome waiting for Kou Cheng is to transform into a delirious and stupid person step by step.

His sanity has already turned into an idiot, so how could Kou Cheng feel any fear and worry anymore?
Slowly, the expression in Kou Cheng's eyes became more and more dull and gloomy. When his expression was extremely dull and even the corners of his mouth began to slobber, Di Wuming finally moved away from the black-clothed warrior's eyebrows. Fingers at Yintang.

At this moment, it seemed that Di Wuming's secret technique had been successfully performed, and all the information Zhou Yan wanted to know had already been understood by Wuming.

(End of this chapter)