Lord of the night.

Chapter 846: Body Tempering Fluid [Additional chapter for Yizui = Qianchou Alliance Leader]

It’s not that Fang Laoliu didn’t want his son anymore, but he left after he was sure that his son’s life was not in danger.

Moreover, as the number one undercover agent, Fang Laoliu certainly knew that his mood was not conducive to his undercover work.

Seeing others beating his son, his mood fluctuated violently, and someone like Sun Wutan might not be able to fail to notice it.

and so……

Out of sight out of mind.

You can beat me up, I’m leaving.

Boom boom boom...

Fang Che once again entered the cycle of being beaten.

I was speechless: Lao Deng must have seen it, but he ran away without saying a word...

My dad is really... ah!
It has to be said that Fang Che is happy, because, at the same time, there are three top masters taking turns beating him to strengthen his body.

It has to be said that Fang Che is proud: Who in the world can do this: let Xue Fuxiao, Sun Wutan and Fang Yunzheng take turns to teach?

but!

It also needs to be said that Fang Che’s experience was extremely tragic!
There is certainly no harm in such polishing, but who can withstand such continuous waves of hellish torture?

Just as Fang Che said in his speech: A quick death in battle can be achieved with just one blow, but what if it is a long-lasting torture?

A word becomes a prophecy.

Now Fang Che is constantly wandering in hell. Even if this hell is for his own good, hell is still hell.

"Your cultivation is progressing very quickly, but your body still needs to be tempered. Your cultivation will continue to grow in the future, but your body needs to be polished!"

After Sun Wutian tortured Fang Che for two hours, he looked at the bruised and battered Fang Che with a satisfied smile and said, "Now, find a place to soak in the body-hardening liquid I brought back for you this time to absorb the medicinal power."

"This is the secret of our orthodox religion!"

Sun Wutan was very proud.

He actually asked Yan Nan specifically to make this thing.

And this thing is indeed something that the guardian cannot obtain.

Even if you can get a little bit of body-quenching fluid, you will never get the prescription.

Old Demon Sun’s idea was very simple: Isn’t Fang Che’s cultivation and body now perfectly unified?

It doesn't matter. I can think of a way to make his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds. Isn't the strength of his physical body not enough?
In this way, the things I brought back can be used without any waste, right?

This plan is simply perfect.

Besides, isn’t it much better for Fang Che to improve in this way than to improve only once?
The more he thought about it, the more Sun Wutan felt that he was a genius.

As for the short interval between the two upgrades... what's the problem? With me by his side, I can beat him up all the time. No, I am honing his martial arts, combat power, soul, consciousness, spirit, and body...

How could such a fault problem occur?

So Sun Wutian carried Fang Che around for two steps, then came to his senses and threw Fang Che into his own domain space.

He made a pot of hot water out of nothing, which was bubbling with steam, and stripped Fang Che naked and threw him in.

This posture makes him look like a bald chicken.

The movements are extremely skillful.

Fang Che had just entered the potion. Although it was very hot, he was able to endure it with his current body and didn't even take it seriously.

However, the medicinal power of the body-tempering liquid was beyond Fang Che's expectations!
It was like millions of sharp knives, burning red along every pore of Fang Che, and then stabbing into him madly.

"Ah~~~"

Fang Che used up all his strength to roar to the sky with a ferocious look on his face.

At this moment, I truly experienced what it means to be in excruciating pain!
Sun Wutian sat beside the barrel and said seriously: "Now you know how painful it is when your body can't keep up, right? So, you still need to train your current body."

Sun Wutan's expression was very serious.

But even in such extreme pain, Fang Che could sense a hint of gloating in the old man's tone.

Although the old devil has tried his best to cover it up and act like "I'm doing this for your own good".

But Fang Che could understand the feeling of "watching the excitement and watching other people suffer".

Because he himself is full of this kind of bad taste.

Now I feel that I have really gotten what I deserved.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Disciple... can... can bear it..."

"It's good that you can bear it." Sun Wutian said with relief: "This is just the primary body quenching liquid. I will slowly make you better ones in the future."

"There are...even more powerful ones..." Fang Che was defeated by this sentence.

I couldn't hold back the tears that flowed from my eyes.

Sun Wutian became more and more happy: "There are more powerful ones several times stronger than this one."

Fang Che groaned: "Grandmaster...how long will it take? Oh my god..."

"Only one hour." Sun Wutan said lightly.

"Ah ah ah..."

Fang Che couldn't help but groan loudly. Anyway... he didn't have much image to show for it. He might as well just moan. A few screams could help alleviate some of the pain.

Sun Wutian sat there with a relaxed look on his face, legs crossed, listening to Fang Che's screams of pain. He even had time to mock him, "I beat you before, breaking your legs and arms... but you didn't scream. I thought you wouldn't scream."

"Grandmaster..." Fang Che asked in agony, "I just want to ask, using this thing...is there anyone who can hold back from screaming since ancient times?"

Sun Wutian thought about it carefully and said, "You really stumped me. As far as I know, there is no one who doesn't call."

Fang Che sighed: "Then I feel relieved. It's not too embarrassing."

Sun Wutan said calmly: "It's embarrassing but no one sees it." Fang Che howled for half a quarter of an hour before he finally felt a little adapted.

It’s not that the pain has lessened, but that the body has adapted a little bit.

His mind slowly returned to clarity, but his face was still twitching and twisted. He begged, "Master... please say something else..."

"What do you want to hear?"

The old devil looked at Fang Che's painful expression, and was in a very good mood. He said, "It's okay anyway, so it doesn't hurt to chat with you for a while."

"During the time that the Grandmaster was at the headquarters...how he killed so many people and shocked the crowd...I want to hear about it."

Fang Che gritted his teeth.

Sun Wutan's face darkened for a moment.

There are really few such heroic deeds during this period.

I just run naked in the sky against the strong wind every day and emit a stench...

Besides, the fact that I went to Wang’s house to smash things is not worth mentioning.

So he pondered and said, "The word 'group of clowns'... is a good word. But I did drink a lot on this trip back."

Fang Che endured the pain and flattered, "Of course. The Grandmaster is of high seniority and powerful, so of course he is the guest of honor of the vice-chiefs. Many vice-chiefs rushed to invite him to drink, so the Grandmaster's reputation is really great."

Sun Wutan felt embarrassed. In fact, he didn't drink much on this trip back.

Said: "Yes, yes."

Sun Wutan was also willing to tell Fang Che about the situation in the sect to distract his attention and relieve some of his pain.

After all, Sun Wutian himself knew that the time that Fang Che could really take classes was probably when he was tempering his body fluids every day, which was the most sufficient time.

And it will benefit the other party in the future.

This was exactly what Sun Wutan had planned before.

But what he was only worried about was that Fang Che was now grimacing in pain... Could he remember what he said?
After thinking about it, I decided to start with something interesting.

"There isn't much else to do on this trip back. After all, we are the only orthodox sect, and we don't do much at this time. And we don't put much effort into the Guardian Continent... We were really free at the beginning."

What Sun Wutan said is also true.

Although other people have been busy looking for the Divine Weasel Cult, he is indeed very idle as he just runs naked in the sky every day.

"Until a while ago, I wanted to come here early."

Sun Wutian said: "Suddenly, the sect got the news about the Divine Weasel Sect, and then overnight, they launched a thunder strike on the twelve Divine Weasel Sect's strongholds!"

Fang Che was so shocked that he almost forgot the pain.

And this matter?

He asked hurriedly, "And then?"

"I will lead one team, and the vice-chiefs will lead one team each. We will be divided into twelve teams and attack with all our strength. This is the first time that the Only Orthodox Church has launched a large-scale, all-out attack in all these years."

"It's like a lion fighting a rabbit, using all its strength."

"Seven mountains were reduced to flat lakes; five small towns were destroyed. More than 10 million people died."

Sun Wutan recalled the battle that day and felt a little complicated.

"Ten million people!"

Fang Che was shocked and said, "The Divine Weasel Cult actually has so many people!"

Sun Wutian shook his head and said calmly, "How can the Divine Weasel Cult have so many people... There are only five strongholds of them, ambushed in the small towns of our Weiwozheng Cult. In order to prevent any fish from escaping by chance, the entire town will be buried with them!"

He said grimly: "Wherever the Divine Weasel Cult is, not even a mouse will survive!"

A chill ran down Fang Che's back: "Even innocent people were killed?"

Sun Wutian said calmly: "Now that we have determined the location of the hideout, then we should kill all the civilians. The remaining people who are still resisting are naturally from the Divine Weasel Sect! By doing this, the goal is extremely clear."

Fang Che was cold all over.

For a moment, I felt that the effect of the quenching fluid did not even cause any pain.

In order to wipe out a bandit, just bombard a city?

He gnashed his teeth and shouted in the quenching fluid bucket: "Well done! The deputy chief is indeed a man who can do great things!"

Sun Wutian said silently: "Yes, that's what the hardcore demons all said, and they are all as excited as you."

He sat by the barrel, his messy hair hanging down to cover his face. Fang Che couldn't see his expression at all. He said in a grim voice, "From what we can see later, if they really care about the lives of civilians and launch a search and capture, street fighting, and other separate battles, I'm afraid that our Weiwo Zhengjiao masters will suffer a lot of losses."

"The Divine Itachi Cult is very strong."

Sun Wutan sighed softly.

It was as if he saw again the scene where, at his command, tens of thousands of experts surrounded and attacked simultaneously.

I could see the people below, but I didn't know anything. Some were still busy running around, some were opening shops, some were selling things, some were walking, and there were also many women carrying children on their backs, stuffing a candied haws into their children's mouths with smiles on their faces.

Smoke from thousands of households is rising.

That is the weather in the world.

However, after he gave the order, the entire land, all the buildings, all the people and animals, everything, at that moment, turned into dust at the same time!

The surging blood wave only turned red for a moment before being submerged by the smoke.

A drop of blood splashed high into the sky in the violent shock and landed coolly on his face high in the air.

The underground lair of the Divine Weasel Cult was completely overturned to the surface, and the remaining masters, with incomplete limbs, screamed and soared into the sky in the rolling dust.

Then Sun Wutian gave an order: "Behead!"

(End of this chapter)