Dragon Bodhisattva let out a heartbreaking scream.
He never expected that this guy wearing a mask would be so cruel, he would do anything he wanted, and his methods would be so ruthless.
The Prince of the Underworld's hands were like iron pliers, tightly grasping the two legs of Dragon Bodhisattva, and violently tore them apart. Suddenly, Dragon Bodhisattva's body was torn in half, and blood flowed freely.
However, then the prince of the underworld closed the body of Dragon Bodhisattva again.
"I actually asked the high priest to guess, guess your uncle."
Before Dragon Bodhisattva could take a breath, the prince of the underworld grabbed his legs again and repeated the previous action.
"Tear it apart..."
The sound of the body being torn apart, accompanied by Dragon Bodhisattva's screams, echoed above the altar.
The prince of the Hades seemed to be playing with a helpless prey, tearing it apart and closing it, closing it and tearing it apart again, and so on.
While Dragon Bodhisattva was in unbearable pain, he also felt a familiar feeling.
Since the death of Wuji Tianzun, he has never experienced this feeling again, and even misses it a little.
"Yes, this feeling is back."
“So exciting!”
“So excited!”
The elders looked on, and although they couldn't bear it in their hearts, who dared to step forward to stop it?
They knew very well that the prince of the underworld was cruel and moody, and they did not want to offend the prince because of an outsider.
The high priest frowned slightly, and he could see that the prince of the underworld was venting his dissatisfaction and anger. Perhaps it was because of the death of several elders that the prince of the underworld was holding back his breath.
"Your Highness, this person suddenly appeared in the Nether Clan. There may be something extraordinary about him. Such torture may cause..." The high priest couldn't help but speak, trying to dissuade him.
Before he finished speaking, the prince of the underworld glanced at the high priest coldly and interrupted: "High priest, when did you become so compassionate?"
"This man has trespassed into the underworld and deserves to die. I am just teaching him a lesson."
After saying that, the prince of the underworld used his strength again, and Dragon Bodhisattva's body was torn in half again.
"Does it hurt?" The prince of the Underworld said coldly: "As long as you beg me..."
"It feels so good!" Dragon Bodhisattva shouted.
The whole audience was immediately stunned.
After being tortured like this, and still saying it feels great, this person must be really a fool!
The prince of the underworld even laughed angrily: "Is it really cool?"
"Shuang, don't stop...ah..." Dragon Bodhisattva screamed, and his body was torn in half again.
Next, Dragon Bodhisattva's body was torn apart and closed again and again.
"You can beg me."
"Don't ask for anything."
"Are you feeling good?"
"Cool!"
"The prince will make you feel happy."
I don't know how long it took, but the prince of the underworld finally threw Dragon Bodhisattva to the ground, panting from exhaustion.
On the other hand, Dragon Bodhisattva, although covered in blood, had a look of satisfaction on his face.
Damn, what a fool!
"High Priest, I entrust this man to you. No matter what method you use, make him speak." The Prince of the Underworld ordered.
"Yes!" the high priest responded, walked up to Dragon Bodhisattva, and asked, "What is your name?"
Dragon Bodhisattva looked at the high priest and smiled: "It's none of your business."
Bang!
The high priest struck Dragon Bodhisattva with his crutch. At the same time, gray mist emerged from the crutch, like a spider web, and instantly wrapped around Dragon Bodhisattva's body.
The next moment, Long Bodhisattva felt as if there were thousands of ants crawling all over his body.
"Ah...it's so itchy...too itchy...please...please...please spare me..." Dragon Bodhisattva begged feebly.
Everyone was surprised. Unexpectedly, Dragon Bodhisattva was not afraid of tearing, but was actually afraid of itching.
"Now that you know how to beg for mercy, what should you do first?" After the high priest finished speaking, he gently lowered his cane to the ground.
"It's itchy...it's so itchy...please, stop." Dragon Bodhisattva was so itchy that he rolled all over the floor.
"People from the world of cultivation?" the high priest asked again.
"Yes, I come from the world of cultivation. Please forgive me, please." Dragon Bodhisattva begged.
With a wave of the crutch in the hand of the high priest, the gray mist surrounding Dragon Bodhisattva suddenly disappeared.
Finally the itching stopped.
"How did you get here?" the high priest continued to ask.
Dragon Bodhisattva looked at the high priest, then at the prince of the underworld and the elders, and said: "I...I don't know how I came here. I only remember that I entered a cave, and then...and then it was like
I was sucked into the space-time tunnel, and when I woke up, I was here."
Hearing this, the high priest frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
Time tunnel?
It shouldn't be possible.
This kid probably stepped on the teleportation point and was teleported here.
However, without the teleportation spell, how did this guy trigger the teleportation?
"Where is the cave you mentioned? Tell me in detail." The high priest's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty.
Dragon Bodhisattva took a breath, tried to calm down, and recalled: "Then... that cave is in a remote place in the world of cultivation. I usually like to travel around, and I discovered that cave by accident. As a result, I just walked into the cave.
, I felt a powerful force sweep across me, and then I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I was already here."
The high priest said: "I see that your cultivation level is not low. Are you the strongest person in the world of cultivation?"
The strongest?
Are you kidding me by riding a horse?
There are powerful quasi-emperors in the world of cultivation.
etc……
This old guy actually asked me such a question, which shows that they know nothing about the world of cultivation.
Thinking of this, Dragon Bodhisattva shook his head violently and said, "No."
The high priest asked: "Who is the strongest?"
"Ye Changsheng!" Dragon Bodhisattva blurted out without thinking.
"Ye Changsheng?" The high priest glanced at the prince of the underworld. Everyone's eyes were full of doubts, because they had never heard of the name Ye Changsheng.
"Who is Ye Changsheng?" the high priest asked.
Dragon Bodhisattva was even more sure that these guys from the underworld didn't understand the situation in the world of cultivation, so he pretended to be surprised and said: "What, you don't even know Ye Changsheng?"
The high priest snorted coldly: "Should I know?"
"I think you should know." Dragon Bodhisattva said: "Ye Changsheng, who is only in his early twenties, is now a peerless saint and king of power."
What!
The high priest and several elders were shocked. Could it be that the peerless saint king, who was only in his early twenties, was as evil as His Highness the Crown Prince?
The prince of the underworld narrowed his eyes and thought, if what Long Bodhisattva said is true, then he should pay attention to the guy named Ye Changsheng.
Dragon Bodhisattva continued: "Do you all know the Yin Yang Sect, the Butian Sect, and several major holy places?"
"Of course I know." The high priest asked, "Why are you bringing this up? Could it be related to Ye Changsheng?"
"That's right." Long Bodhisattva said: "Several major forces in the Eastern Wasteland, except for the Qingyun Sword Sect, were all destroyed by Ye Changsheng."
What!
The high priest and several elders were shocked again. As for the prince of the underworld, a cold light flashed in his eyes.