The heart-rending wailing only lasted for a moment before returning to a lifeless calm.
In fear and pain, coupled with the rapid loss of body protection essence, Lang Wusheng passed out directly.
However, the corners of Shen Lang's mouth raised slightly at this moment, revealing a devilish smile. Then part of the devoured true energy was absorbed by the Taotie Jade Pendant itself, and the other part was directly transformed into the powerful spiritual energy of heaven and earth and was reflected in the Pure Yang Immortal.
Under the operation of the art, it constantly impacted his Dantian, hitting a small bottleneck.
Suddenly, the aura on Shen Lang's body suddenly became violent, and he once again broke through a small realm. His cultivation in the righteous way broke through the second level of true spirit and reached the third level of true spirit.
This was just a small breakthrough, and the amount of true energy he absorbed this time was not too much, because the nameless old devil reminded him that swallowing too much true energy in one day would be detrimental to his practice.
It is precisely because of this reason that Lang Wusheng, whose true energy was not greatly depleted, still had powerful true energy to protect his heart and did not die from serious injuries.
Besides, Shen Lang didn't need to pick apart Lang Wusheng alone. There were two people in front of him.
With this thought in his mind, Shen Lang held the simple knife and glanced in the direction of Tmall Girl and Taoist Cang Jie.
Tmall Girl's beauty suddenly turned pale, as if she had seen the most terrifying existence in the world, her petite body could not help but tremble.
The world of spiritual practice is full of blood. When everyone becomes a monk, they are already prepared to kill people and are also prepared to be killed.
Therefore, for a true monk, especially a great practitioner like Kong Mingjing, he has naturally looked down on life and death for a long time. If he can't even look at this, how can he become a monk in Kongmingjing?
Death is not terrible, but life is worse than death, but it is more terrible, and falling into Shen Lang's hands is even more terrible than life being worse than death in the general sense.
With your hands and feet broken, you can't move or crawl anymore, and you can't do anything. The only thing you can do is scream and roar. But this guy Shen Lang still wants to let you scream heart-breakingly, and then use the demon to
Gong eats up the true essence bit by bit.
What's even more frightening is that the true energy in the bodies of monks in the Kongming Realm is so strong that Shen Lang can't completely swallow it in a day or two, so this kind of torture may last for more than a month.
How can a person under this kind of torture still be a human being? They are clearly living sacrifices...
Thinking about the terrible consequences of these inhumane actions, Tmall Girl looked at Shen Lang as if she had seen a hell that only existed in legends.
However, at this time, the demon from hell was walking towards her. Step by step, every time Shen Lang's steps lifted and fell, it tugged at her heartstrings.
"I said!" Before Shen Lang could walk in front of her, Tmall Girl immediately knelt down on the ground, crawled in front of Shen Lang, raised her head and looked at him pitifully, begging for his mercy.
"Oh?" Shen Lang looked down at her, looking at her beautiful face, looking at the nobility that could not be concealed between her eyebrows after being in a high position for many years, thinking about her past status and strength, and looking at her fear at this time.
His expression couldn't help but be a little funny, and he said casually: "What are you going to say? But I didn't ask anything."
"I..." Tmall Girl was startled for a moment, and then realized that Shen Lang's so-called interrogation seemed to have never started at all, but her mind had completely collapsed in front of this man.
This man is the king of the ancient tribe of the wilderness. Although he is far less powerful than Her Majesty the Queen in terms of strength, in terms of ruthlessness and viciousness, he is absolutely rare in the world and can only be compared with the demon Shura.
So Tmall Girl knew very well that if she didn't say enough or didn't do well enough, she would immediately face a very miserable end. So after hesitating for less than the blink of an eye, she put down her once noble position as the leader of the cat clan.
Full of pride, he said in a trembling voice: "I will say whatever your Majesty asks, and I will do whatever your Majesty asks me to do. Tell me everything you know, and no one dares to disobey."
"Are you really so obedient? You can do anything I ask you to do?" Shen Lang's tone was frivolous, as if he didn't believe it, and then tentatively stretched out his hand to touch the pair of cat ears hidden by her long silky hair.
Because he has long heard that the heads of women from the Cat Clan cannot be touched, and the pair of furry and cute cat ears represent the symbol of the Cat Clan's nobility, and are even more untouchable by others.
Of course, the ears of Tmall Girl, the leader of the cat tribe, were even more untouchable, but Shen Lang wanted to touch them today.
With Shen Lang touching her head and even rubbing her ears, the feeling of humiliation penetrated every inch of Tmall Girl's blood, causing her petite body to tremble slightly. Because of similar things, looking at the entire ancient tribe of the wilderness, there was no such thing.
One person dared to do this to her, and Shen Lang was the first to be so bold.
But under Shen Lang's intimidation, she did not resist, and did not even dare to show a trace of dissatisfaction. Instead, she gently lowered her head while kneeling on the ground and rubbed Shen Lang's thigh with her beautiful and cold cheek.
It looks like a tamed kitten...
"Yeah." Shen Lang hummed softly, as if he felt the touch was good and Tmall Girl's attitude was pretty good.
As if she was being praised, Tmall Girl looked at him with her little face raised, her smile appeared sweet and gentle. However, under that sweet and gentle smile, a line of clear tears slid down her eyes and onto her cheeks.
To endure such humiliation and make a gentle expression of joy is even more humiliating. No matter how strong Tmall Girl's heart is and how realistic her disguised expression is, she can't stop those real tears from falling.
Shen Lang looked at her pitiful appearance, and couldn't help but sigh, as if he really felt some pity.
But Tmall Girl was so frightened that her face turned pale again because she felt tears on her cheeks.
Tears represent humiliation and unwillingness, proving that she is unwilling in her heart.
And as long as she is unwilling in her heart, no matter how gentle and sweet her smile is, no matter how obedient and submissive she behaves, Shen Lang, a cruel guy, may not hesitate to inflict cruelty on her because of that unwilling tear.
Cruel tactics.
But unexpectedly, Shen Lang didn't show any vicious expression. Instead, he calmly reached out his hand, patted her cheek and wiped away the line of tears on her face...
Tmall Girl looked up to him, like a devout believer who had committed a crime, quietly waiting for his upcoming judgment.
"Actually, I am a soft-hearted person and I don't like to embarrass women." Shen Lang said calmly: "So, I hope you can be smarter in the future and don't force me to do anything."
After hearing this, Ji Wuqin was speechless and thought to herself: "You are so inhumane when you act so cruelly. Even the proud leader of the cat tribe has been subdued by you. How dare you say that you are soft-hearted?"
When Tmall Girl heard these words, she felt as if she heard the most majestic and beautiful voice in the world. Because after she heard what Shen Lang said.
She originally thought that she had no future. Even if she begged to tell everything, she just wanted Shen Lang to give her a happy death. But Shen Lang actually said that she still had a future!
What kind of forgiveness is this!
Tmall Girl looked up at the man in front of her again, feeling his majesty and power, feeling his occasional forgiveness and tenderness, and she actually began to surrender from the bottom of her heart...