At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in front of Qi Yuan.
And that person was none other than Ling Xuewei.
Ling Xuewei held a long sword in her hand and walked slowly towards Qi Yuan.
"You, what do you want to do?" Qi Yuan was a little flustered.
"I ask, you answer. If you say anything false, you will stay in this endless void forever and will never be able to get out." Ling Xuewei's face was expressionless.
Hearing this, Qi Yuan felt relieved and showed disdain, "It seems that the seal in my body is too strong, leaving you helpless, so you are using this old-fashioned method to interrogate me, right? Don't look at me.
Who, you have never seen anything before, and you want to scare me with this attitude, but you are overestimating your capabilities, right?"
"No matter whether the method is old-fashioned or not, as long as it works." Ling Xuewei was not angered by him, but became calmer.
"If you don't want to say it, that's okay. That's fine. You can experience what hell is."
"Ha, hell? It's funny! I, the direct disciple of Qiyuan Qiandi Sect Wuwu Yuanren, how can I be afraid of you, a mere mortal from the lower realm?! You short-sighted ants are not worthy of talking to me! Just be proud of yourself for a while!
It won’t be long before you die! I will watch you being chopped into pieces with my own eyes, and then it will be the real hell! Hahaha!”
Ling Xuewei narrowed her eyes.
Sure enough, Yinxue and the others were right, there were indeed some unknown conspiracies brewing quietly.
Thousand Emperors Sect, the Lower Realm, mortals... Perhaps, they should be thankful that they encountered it this time, at least they did not encounter disaster without any preparation.
"Really? Then let me see it, but don't forget now that you are the prisoner." Ling Xuewei sneered.
Ling Xuewei stopped talking nonsense, raised her sword and stabbed hard!
"ah!"
A scream pierced the night sky.
The sword blade penetrated deeply into Qi Yuan's abdomen, and blood spurted out instantly.
The heartbreaking pain was so clear that Qi Yuan couldn't believe it.
How could this happen? Why is there no movement in the protective seal in his body? It stands to reason that once he encounters danger, the seal will automatically lift to protect him from harm, but why at this moment?! Could it be...
"Yes, this is just an illusion."
Ling Xuewei's voice was calm, "The injuries, the bloody smell, and everything here are just an illusion that I created. However, the pain is not an illusion."
With a "Puff" sound, the bloody sword was pulled out, and then it was stabbed into Qi Yuan's body again!
"ah!"
The veins in Qi Yuan's neck burst out, and the sharp pain in his abdomen was like thousands of ants scratching his heart, making him wish he could faint and die immediately.
"Don't worry, you won't faint without my permission. In the next three days, thirty-six hours, and countless moments, I will stab you with this sword. This pain is not an illusion, it will be clearly transmitted
It reaches every part of your nerves, allowing you to feel the pain more clearly than before."
"No, no..."
"Don't worry, the night has just begun..."
"ah--!"
Afterwards, shrill screams resounded throughout the world.
In the silent air, it looked particularly eerie.
The sword kept piercing various parts of the body, including the abdomen, chest, limbs, and even the face, mouth, and nose... The pain in each place was different.
The kind of pain is no less than the torture of Lingchi, which makes people despair, scream, and wish they could faint in the next second.
But no.
The worse the pain, the clearer he became.
Qi Yuan has been a proud son of heaven since he was born. How has he ever suffered this crime?
If it is an ordinary torture method, there will be a seal to protect the body, but unfortunately, this is just an illusion, and you can just endure it. But this pain is returned to the body a thousand times more than before, so that since childhood, I have been well-dressed and well-fed.
How could he survive without suffering anything?
One sword, two swords.
Ten swords, a hundred swords.
…
He no longer knew how many swords he had endured. He was covered in blood and was dying.
But the brain is very clear.
How long has this been going on?
Can it be three days?
He raised his head with difficulty, and suddenly found that he was everywhere around him.
Densely packed and endless.
It was as if there were countless mirrors in front of him, and what was reflected in the mirrors was the scene of him being pierced.
That pain comes thousands of times!
Make him collapse!
…
"How? Does it hurt?"
Ling Xuewei's voice came faintly, and when he heard it, it sounded like the voice of a demon, making him feel scared from the bottom of his heart.
"Let me go..."
"OK."
She agreed surprisingly readily, "I can let you go, but the condition is that you answer my questions obediently."
"You, what do you want to know..."
"Everything. Where do you come from, what is your identity, and what is your purpose here? Everything, no one can be left out."
"Knowing this, what can we do? Anyway... you are destined to die..."
Ling Xuewei's face was expressionless, "I won't bother you anymore."
Qi Yuan grinned, "Frog at the bottom of the well, frog at the bottom of the well... Little did he know that a catastrophe was approaching... In fact, it doesn't hurt to tell you. Even if you know it, it is useless. Because this is a catastrophe that is destined to be inescapable... In our words,
This is 'baptism'."
baptism?
"'The baptism of God' means to clear up all the dirty and sinful bloodlines in this world. You people from the lower world are the most filthy race in the world of gods. Greedy, humble, cunning, and lowly human beings, in this world,
In the eyes of us people in the God Realm, you are not even qualified to carry my shoes. That’s why there was this great catastrophe of the Gods - the appearance of the God’s Sun.”
Oh, you call yourself God!
Gods who are aloof and think they can control everything, little do they know that even if they are real gods, what right do they have to decide the life and death of others?
There is no one in this world who shouldn’t exist!
Ling Xuewei sneered, "Then what do you call the divine world?"
"That is a place that you will never set foot in in your lifetime! The real realm of God."
Qi Yuan's expression was full of arrogance. What's funny is that at this time, he actually didn't give up on everything and felt superior.
"There is a paradise for the strong. In the real mysterious world, spiritual energy will not be as rare as here. Immortal energy is lingering, spiritual energy is abundant, masters are like clouds, and strong people are around. Anyone who pulls out there can kill you in an instant.
There are powerful people here. In our place, martial gods can be seen everywhere, let alone higher realms of gods!"
Ling Xuewei's eyes darkened slightly.
The expressions of Yue Feng and others in the darkness also changed slightly.
Martial gods can be seen everywhere...the realm of gods.
Although they have not actually set foot in that realm, they have heard of it. In the entire Middle Earth, there are never more than ten people who have stepped into that legendary realm.
Their emperor is one of them.
This shows how difficult it is to reach the realm above the God of War. (To be continued)