Taoist students

Chapter 437

Seeing this scene, all the elders present just thought for a while before they understood what was going on, and most of them had smiles that were not smiles.

"Okay, don't worry about her. Reply to the Demon Sect immediately to discuss the specific cooperation matters, let's fight."

Just when everyone was thinking about each other, Feng Lanshan's tough voice suddenly came from above.

Especially the last two words seemed to be able to captivate people's hearts and souls, causing a surge of fighting spirit among the crowd for no reason.

Hearing this, the elders of Feng's family present here were shocked.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements first."

After finishing speaking, they got up separately and left the hall quickly.

……

At this time, somewhere in the Feng family is similar to an underground dungeon.

A slender figure in Taoist robes was on a high platform with his hands stretched out and his legs close together. A rope was wrapped around his whole body dozens of times back and forth, and he was fixed on a cross.

Through this person's disheveled hair, one can see a haggard and handsome face, and this person is naturally Dongfang Mo.

Now his head was hanging down, his wide Taoist robe was stained with blood, and it was full of tears like welts.

And two feet directly in front of him, a black dragon chair was placed.On the armrests of the dragon chair, two lifelike dragon heads looked hideous, and spit out two streams of black miasma with a corrosive atmosphere, making this place filled with a disgusting smell.

An old man who was only three feet tall, with an exaggerated hump on his back, with a dry and sallow complexion, was half squatting on the dragon chair.

The old man was dressed in rags and his hair was messy like straw.It is worth noting that he also holds a three-foot long whip in his hand.At this time, he smiled and looked at Dongfang Mo, but that smile gave people a gloomy feeling.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I have a bit of backbone, much stronger than some infant-transforming monks, and I can last for a month." At this time, the old man looked at Dongfang Mo and said.

After hearing this person's words, Dongfang Mo still drooped his head, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Huh!"

In the next moment, there was a sound of tearing the air, followed by a crisp "pop".

At the position of Dongfang Mo's chest, the tattered Taoist robe was directly torn.And on his chest, a wound with rolled flesh emerged, and the wound made a corroded sound, and blood also gushed out, flowing on the ground, dyeing a large puddle of dry black blood red again. A few points.

Dongfang Mo's original death-like expression, under this whip, instantly clenched his teeth, the veins on his neck bulged, and a savage pain appeared on his face.

But he tried his best not to roar out, took more than ten breaths, and as the sound of the wound being corroded became quieter, his pain began to gradually weaken, and his tense hands and feet gradually relaxed.

"Say it or not."

Seeing that Dongfang Mo lowered his head again after bearing the whip, and then there was no movement, Feng Tuozi said with a grim expression.

Regarding his words, Dongfang Mo had never heard of them, and was still indifferent.

"Huh huh..."

At this point, there was another sound of tearing the air.

"Snapped!"

Another bloody wound appeared on Dongfang Mo's arm.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of crisp sounds, and the long whip in Feng Tuozi's hand was swung into an afterimage that was invisible to the naked eye, and dozens of hundreds of whip marks appeared on Dongfang Mo's body.

Blood flowed down his legs, dripping onto the ground.

"what!"

The severe pain made Dongfang Mo finally let out a low growl like a beast.

Feng Tuozi smoked him for a long time before giving up.

Dongfang Mo's body trembled, and the Taoist robe was already soaked in blood, sticking to his body completely.

"Hey hey, how does it taste?"

Feng Tuozi played with the handle of the long whip, looked at Dongfang Mo's miserable appearance, and smiled.

But hearing his words, Dongfang Mo seemed to be numb, and wanted to continue to lower his head.

Seeing this, Feng Tuozi jumped off the dragon chair and walked forward slowly. Along the way, he took out a red-hot soldering iron from a pile of burning stoves beside him, and went straight to Dongfang Mo. Immediately without thinking, he pressed the soldering iron on Dongfang Mo's side face.

"呲呲呲呲!"

The flesh and blood of Dongfang Mo was burned by the red-hot iron, making a squeaking sound.

Immediately, he suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound, this kind of pain can't be described in words at all.

It wasn't until the red soldering iron turned black again that Feng Tuozi took it off Dongfang Mo's face.

At this time, Dongfang Mo's handsome side face had become bloody and scorched black, and the word "wind" could be vaguely seen on his face, making his appearance extremely miserable.

Feng Tuozi put the soldering iron in the stove, and with a "bang", he grabbed Dongfang Mo's neck with his wrinkled palm, raised his head, and said with a smile:
"If it wasn't for that old bastard Feng Xiaoli's words, I would have drawn out some soul oil from your soul. But don't be too happy, he told me not to kill you, but he didn't say that I can't kill you Disabled."

"If I want to kill you, it's no different from crushing a bug. I have seen a lot of stubborn people, but no one can be stubborn for a month in my hands. If you don't say anything, I promise to break you Crush the elixir that you worked so hard to gather, so that even if you live in this life, you will be a useless person."

After saying that, Feng Tuozi's palm that pinched his neck slowly moved down, from his chest, it was about to slide to the position of his dantian.

After hearing his words, Dongfang Mo finally opened his blood-red eyes, and looked at Feng Tuozi who was close at hand, with two murderous intents bursting out from his eyes.Under this murderous intent, the blood in his body suddenly sped up, emitting a faint scorching temperature.

Since he was captured by Feng Xiaoli last time and fell into this unknown dungeon, he has endured all kinds of torture unimaginable by ordinary people in the hands of this monk named Feng Tuozi. Never forget.

But he was bound by a rope of unknown material, he was still unable to mobilize a trace of magic power, and he couldn't arouse the power of his body, so he couldn't help being helpless.

"As long as the old man moves his finger, you can make your decades of hard work go to waste. You only have this one chance, say it, or don't say it."

Feng Tuozi's index finger and middle finger paused at the position of his dantian, then he looked into his eyes speculatively and asked.

"As long as Xiaodao survives, I will extract your soul and refine it into a demon soul, and then feed your body to insects. I will do what I say. Hahahaha..."

Dongfang Mo's white teeth were filled with bright red blood, and his words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.After finishing speaking, he raised his head and let out a burst of insolent laughter, without giving in at all.

"puff!"

But in the next moment, his smile faltered, Feng Tuozi's two fingers had sunk into his body, and tore open his dantian, quickly and accurately pinching his white elixir.

"I'm waiting for that day."

Feng Tuozi grinned, and then squeezed his index finger and middle finger hard.

Hearing the soft sound of "wave", a burst of extremely rich spiritual power, centered on Dongfang Mo, rolled towards the surroundings, and instantly filled the dungeon with a corrosive atmosphere. These are his panacea The mana stored in it.

"what!"

Dongfang Mo couldn't hold back anymore, and let out a roar of extreme pain.His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of extreme unwillingness.

He remembered the scene when he fell into the bottomless ravine and stepped into practice when he was still a storyteller.

He remembered the scene of defrauding senior brothers and sisters for spirit stones in Taiyi Dao Palace.

It reminded me of the thrilling battle for treasures in Dongtian Fudi.

I remembered the scene of struggling to survive in the land of the blood race.

It reminded me of the scene of breaking through to foundation establishment after escaping death on Bone Mountain.

He also remembered the scene where he was forced to the Eastern Region by more than a dozen Infant Transformation cultivators including Bu Zhenren.

I remembered, etc., etc... many scenes after scenes.

Only he knows how many dangers and hardships he has gone through to get to where he is today.

But these decades of penance, under Feng Tuozi's pinch, all turned into nothing.The panacea he had just formed was crushed by Feng Tuozi, and from now on, he would become a useless person just as Feng Tuozi said.

Thinking of this, scorching hot blood radiated from his body, and it began to flow, and the power of the blood that had been silent for many years broke out brazenly.

Not only that, the black gossamer in his spiritual root exploded with a "bang", dyeing his entire spiritual root black.Being forced to this point, his spiritual roots also instantly mutated.

"Buzz!"

In just a split second, all the spiritual energy scattered around him swept towards him as if being drawn, and submerged into his body.

Seeing this sudden scene, even the well-informed Feng Tuozi couldn't help but be amazed. Under the uncertainty, his figure changed, and he withdrew and returned to the dragon chair.

Only then did he realize that the surrounding spiritual power formed a huge vortex, all of which were submerged towards Dongfang Mo.

At the same time, the many wounds on Dongfang Mo's body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, including the brand marks on his face burned by the branding iron, and the broken dantian, and healed in just a dozen or so breaths.

"This is to..."

And when he saw that Dongfang Mo had healed his injury, all the spiritual power continued to go towards his dantian, and Feng Tuozi suddenly showed a hint of doubt in his eyes.

In just a moment, he exclaimed.

"Condensation Dan!"

He was shocked to find that Dongfang Mo was actually breaking through the alchemy state at this moment, and wanted to condense alchemy again in the dantian.

This scene, he had never seen or even heard of it.

As we all know, if a cultivator in the condensed core state crushes the condensed core in his body, especially if the dantian is broken, then he will have no magic power, and he will not be able to absorb spiritual energy, which is worse than a monk in the qi refining stage .

But at this moment, Dongfang Mo's dantian was broken and his spirit pill was destroyed, yet he was able to continue absorbing the surrounding spiritual power. How could he not be shocked.

Dongfang Mo is still bound to the cross, and his spiritual pill was broken before, and the overflowing mana was sucked dry by him in the blink of an eye, and the thin spiritual energy around him continued to permeate towards him, sinking into his body.

With a sweep of Feng Tuozi's powerful divine sense, he found a radius of [-] feet...[-] feet...and then [-] feet of spiritual energy, forming a vortex, sweeping and sinking into his body.

"It's still a panacea!"

He discovered that Dongfang Mo had aroused the spiritual energy in a radius of ten thousand zhang, and what was condensed this time was still a panacea.

"wrong!"

But then, his expression changed suddenly, because the spiritual energy ten thousand feet away had already started to vibrate, and then continued to pervade.

"Xuan Dan!"

If things go on like this, Dongfang Mo will definitely arouse the spiritual energy in a radius of [-] zhang, and then he will condense into a mysterious core.

Xuan Dan, there are no more than ten people in the entire Eastern Region, and he is definitely a genius among geniuses.

And what made him even more unimaginable was that when other people, including himself, broke through the pill-condensing state, they would spend several days absorbing spiritual energy to continuously consolidate and consolidate the "pill" in the dantian, so that Make your mana stronger in the future.

Dongfang Mo was quite different. The speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy was so fast that it could be called terrifying.Just less than a stick of incense, nearly [-] feet of spiritual energy was aroused, and there was a tendency to move towards [-] feet.

Feng Tuozi watched the cupping of tea in amazement again, and he found that the vortex in Dongfang Mo Dantian had begun to condense, and a silvery white color appeared from time to time.

Looking at Dongfang Mo with his eyes closed, Feng Tuozi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corner of his mouth suddenly evoked a faint smile in the next breath.

I saw him standing on the dragon chair, stretching out his fingers and making slaps, and at a certain moment, he pointed at Dongfang Mo.

In an instant, a round air shield suddenly appeared, covering Dongfang Mo within it, blocking all the incoming spiritual energy.

Dongfang Mo was like a glutton, greedily absorbing and refining the spiritual energy around him, but at this moment he suddenly felt all the spiritual energy disappear.

"Shh!"

Almost subconsciously, he opened his eyes and looked at the hunchback like lightning.

"Jie Jie Jie, I will not only abolish your cultivation, but also prevent you from breaking through again this time. If you tell the secret of the big devil, I will immediately remove this layer of restriction, and I swear to help you With a single arm, you can step into the ranks of Xuandan firmly."

It was said that the murderous intent in Dongfang Mo's eyes could no longer be suppressed. This person's actions, and the enmity he formed with him was comparable to the hatred of the dead, and they would not share the same life in this life.

But then his expression changed, and he felt that shriveled lotus in his dantian, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly trembled.

(End of this chapter)