I rely on culinary skills to cry in the world of comprehension

"You don't understand this, it's one of His Majesty's strategies."

"A single spark can start a prairie fire."

"Your Majesty starts from the smallest sects around, and breaks them one by one, one by one, starting with the simplest ones, the sects surround the sects, don't even think about it, it's so difficult to break through as soon as you come up, even though we The strength of the Demon Realm is very strong, but it is a bit of a loss to use the most firepower to attack the strongest sect as soon as it comes up. Let's use the least energy to break through the weakest sect first. In this way, our The power will become stronger and stronger..."

"Yes, you can see that our power is gradually expanding. We have selected so many strong soldiers from the human world and transformed them into people from our demon world. We must have power, so don't worry about it. "

Some inappropriate voices came from the demons, "Everyone, I don't think we should be happy too early. I always feel that the forbidden technique is a bit unreliable. Since it is a forbidden technique, it has been lost for a long time, and all the data is missing. We It’s just a rough idea, there must be a flaw in the sudden start, it won’t go so smoothly, should we go and see the people who have transformed from the human race to the demon race?”

But no one noticed this voice. The other demons were discussing fiercely, their eyebrows were beaming, and they were preparing to make a grand plan to fully implement their great cause of demons' unification of the world.

No one cares about this issue, it's just a trivial episode.

Until this question is closely related to everyone in the Mozu.

……

Wan Jianzong Dungeon.

The ground of this cell is much lower than the land outside, even lower than the small kitchen of Qing Cangfeng Peak, so it is very humid.

Only one or two small apertures let light through.

The window opening was high up, out of the reach of the prisoner with his raised hands.The light from the sky that came in through the window was very weak, even at noon, it was barely there. In the evening, the other parts of the other peaks had not yet darkened, and it had already become pitch black here.

The shackles and chains that once locked the prisoners to prevent their escape hung empty and rusted on the dungeon walls.

In the iron ring of a pair of leg shackles, there were still two gray-white bones left, which were probably human leg bones. It can be seen that the prisoner not only died of emaciation in the prison, but was tortured into a skeleton.

When I walked inside, I saw that it was a dark and narrow prison cell surrounded by walls, with only one door and one window. A faint light came in through the one or two narrow windows, and the plaster walls were covered with mottled spots. Stains and bloodstains, the damp dirt floor was uneven, a layer of thatch was randomly spread in the corners, and the air was filled with a pungent musty smell.

The jailer raised his arm high, and waved the whip in his hand one after another. The whistling whip fell on the body of the Mozu undercover, leaving bloodstains immediately. whole body.

"Say! Who sent you here? Have you colluded with our Wanjian sect?"

The jailer's voice was overwhelming, and the leather whip in his hand never stopped. Whip after whip fell on him, but he clenched his teeth and remained silent.

The pain was nothing to him at all.

It's just that the gap in his heart will be a bit big. After all, he has been a Qingyun real person who has been a clean and straight man for a long time. If he suddenly fell from the clouds to the mud, if he was an ordinary person, he would definitely not be able to accept it for a while.

But who is he.

He is an undercover agent of the demon clan who has been carefully selected, and he is going to do big things.

How can such a small matter be difficult for him?
Isn't that just torture?Grit your teeth and persevere, just say nothing.

Seeing that his teeth were clenched tightly, the jailer changed another torture device, and his eyes flickered on and off.

Hey, he doesn't believe it anymore, and there are still people who don't speak.

No one will die like this, and everyone will be recruited under his torture tools.

The jailer didn't know what he had done. The Mozu undercover shuddered a few times, clenching his teeth desperately to keep himself from shouting, but his body still arched involuntarily, and layers of cold sweat emerged from his forehead. Sweat profusely, like rain.

In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he groaned in pain from time to time, and there was a violent coughing sound in his throat, and streams of blood foam poured out of his mouth uncontrollably, dripped down the corners of his mouth, and smeared his chest Got bloody.

Sweat and blood were mixed on the front chest of the Mozu undercover agent, and the mottled skirt and flesh gradually cracked, it could be said that the skin was torn and bloody.He leaned helplessly against the plastered wall, his legs trembling, his legs were weak, his body slid down involuntarily, and gradually collapsed at the base of the wall, curled up into a ball, still trembling uncontrollably.

But he still didn't say anything.

A groan or two at most.

The jailer's eyes really widened now, this demon clan is not ordinary.

Say nothing at all?

Okay, it's very work ethic.

There is still plenty of time, not less than a day or two, take your time, there will always be a way to recruit him.

……

After a while, the undercover demon's legs were broken, and his whole body was limp on the ground like a pool of mud. His tattered clothes were covered with blood stains, his flesh was festered and sores, and a prickly prickly puff was emitting from his whole body. Nasal foul smell.

But he still didn't say anything.

The jailer was completely interested, hey, this demon race is interesting, isn't that a trick?
It seems that he can only use a trick.

……

"what!!"

The jailer said that it was too late and then it was too late, and he took the knife and started.

One of the undercover demon's eyeballs was picked out!

The jailer held the tip of the knife that was bleeding and stuck it firmly to his other good eye, and said grimly, "Say it?"

"If you don't say it, then you don't want the other eye..."

The Mozu undercover blinked his eyes with difficulty, swallowed his saliva, perhaps because he hadn't spoken for too long, his voice was very hoarse, "I... say."

"It was... Daoist Qingyun... who instructed me."

The Mozu undercover described Daoist Qingyun and his plan vividly and vividly, and what he said was from the beginning to the end, which was called hype.

The jailer listened with gusto, and he said that no one could stand against his instruments of torture.

"Reverend Qingyun came to me and said that he wanted to cooperate with our demons. He wanted to use the power of our demons to subdue the entire cultivation world and unify the cultivation world. At first I was unwilling to agree. I thought he had nothing to do with our demons. The bargaining chip in exchange, but he said that after the matter is completed, he is willing to offer the entire Wanjianzong to us in the Demon Realm. Although Wanjianzong is very small, no matter how small an ant is, it is still meat. We are still moved..."