Chapter 493 Shinto Power, Unbelievable (Eighth Bullet)

Qin Wushuang was taken aback: "What do you want?"

The woman in palace costume said coldly: "You are so eloquent and smart, how can you not know what I want to do? You want to seduce Shui Ruolan, do you think you can make her fascinated by just a few words? Then let's have a try and see how long it takes for her to forget you."

Qin Wushuang said angrily: "If the women in the world are as passionate as you are, then the men in the world will suffer. Ruolan and I met by chance, frankly and frankly, and you are born with so many inexplicable things."

"Frank and frank?" The woman in palace attire seemed to hear the most ridiculous joke in the world, "You speak beautifully and frankly. If we don't come today, I'm afraid that you will trick Ruolan into bed tonight! Kill all the people in the village, and find two useless gangsters to act as heroes. Young people deceive girls. It's rare that you can be so shameless."

Qin Wushuang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. This woman's words were obviously looking for an excuse to do something.

If you want to add a crime, why worry about it?

There is no doubt that this woman has already moved the idea of ​​murder to silence her. As soon as Qin Wushuang thought of this, he raised his hand and already held the Overlord's Formation Breaker Spear in his hand.

Standing on guard, watching these women warily. Although he was still unable to detect the true strength of this woman, judging from their aura, they should not be lower than Qin Wushuang's.

Seeing Qin Wushuang's appearance, the woman seemed to see the funniest thing in the world: "Did you see it? This is the ugliness of a stinky man. You all have seen it clearly. If you want to cultivate hard and prove the Dao in your life, you must never have anything to do with a stinky man. Now, as a teacher, I will let you see what a man looks like when he is in despair."

As she said that, the mockery in the corner of the woman's mouth grew stronger. Gently raised his right hand, and lightly stroked with a fingertip. This stroke seemed ordinary.

But with just a slight movement of this finger, the whole space seemed to be locked by her suddenly. Qin Wushuang suddenly felt air currents from all directions, squeezing his body.

In this calm void, the air flow suddenly roared like boiling oil.

"Kneel down..." the woman in the palace costume said lightly, with a hook of her finger, a khaki-yellow crystal light flashed, and a huge pressure wrapped Qin Wushuang's legs tightly, as if there was an invisible force constantly squeezing Qin Wushuang's calves, making it impossible for Qin Wushuang's legs to stand normally. His knees bent involuntarily.

Qin Wushuang was so distraught, he never dreamed that this woman would just move a finger, and he would be helpless, just like the fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"Did you see? This is a man, as humble as an ant. If I want him to kneel, he must kneel. Whatever I want him to do, he must do."

This woman in palace costume seemed to have feuded with men for ten lifetimes, and there was a tortured pleasure in her tone. The fingers hooked again, and the surrounding air density became denser, squeezing all the bones and muscles of Qin Wushuang's body to the point where they were almost deformed, and the crisp sound of "clucking" could be heard from the bones.

This was an almost inhuman torture, and Qin Wushuang was obviously suffering from purgatory-like torture at the moment.

But his thoughts were extremely clear, knowing that this woman deliberately tortured him, made him make a fool of himself, made him submit, and then killed him with a knife.

At this moment, Qin Wushuang knew that his strength was far from that of this woman's, but he still did not give in. He just gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Even if his knees were almost broken, even if his whole body was in pain like it was going to be shattered, he would never make a sound, let alone cry out.

He knew that the more he cried out in pain and begged for mercy, the more he could only satisfy the woman's perverted psychology. Therefore, Qin Wushuang made up his mind that even if she was tortured to death today, he would never say a word.

The woman in the palace costume obviously didn't expect that Qin Wushuang's bones were so hard, under such a great torture, for an ordinary person, even a high-level Xuwu Dzogchen, under her torture, would inevitably cry and beg for mercy.

However, this young man was able to hold on like this. But the more Qin Wushuang was like this, the more angry she became. Because of Qin Wushuang's toughness, she felt that her dignity was offended, and she felt that what she said to educate her disciples earlier seemed more like a joke.

"I want to see how long you can be tough!" The lady in palace attire's original graceful demeanor showed a big gap at the moment, like a crazy woman, with cold eyebrows and gritted teeth.

"Bah!" Qin Wushuang's bean-sized beads of sweat kept falling, and he cursed with difficulty, "You old godmother, perverted crazy woman, if the young master succumbs to you, he is not a good man."

"A hero? Hahaha..." The woman laughed wildly, "What kind of hero are you? If you are a hero, then fight back. Under my command, you are like a dead dog with no strength to struggle. What kind of hero are you?"

Qin Wushuang cursed: "Old pig dog, I am not as good as you old monster. You can defeat me in force, but you don't want to destroy me in faith. If you want me to beg for mercy, there is no way!"

Before Qin Wushuang finished speaking, the woman hooked her fingers a few more times, Qin Wushuang's cheeks suddenly changed shape again, and the two eyeballs almost rushed out of their sockets.

...

At the same time, in an immeasurably far away place, a scribe dressed as a charlatan suddenly put away his playful smile, counted with his fingers, and frowned suddenly: "Our little friend seems to be in some trouble."

The scribe suddenly stopped, and followed his fingers to draw twice on his signboard. In the void, a stream of invisible matter slowly escaped.

"Hehe, this little guy's progress seems to be faster than I expected. Is it Wanzigu? Isn't that near Guiwang Mountain, hehehehe."

After finishing these subtle movements, the scribe returned to his lazy face, dragged his steps, and walked slowly forward, uttering a long voice from time to time: "Know astronomy at the top, and geography at the bottom. Fortune-telling and fortune-telling, no money..."

This lazy voice and very unnutritious slogans made people think that he was just an ordinary quack warlock, a magic stick who specialized in deceiving people for a living.

...

Just after the scribe finished all these actions.

In the depths of Dreaming Heavenly Lake, one of the five forbidden places of the Profound Sky Continent, in a palace like a fairyland, a Taoist suddenly opened his eyes from the cloud bed. Spreading out his palms, he made a quick move, and unexpectedly attracted an invisible magic power of concentrating sound.

"Old friend, someone under your family caused trouble in Xuanyuanqiu Wanzigu. Let her stop in moderation." If Qin Wushuang heard this voice, he would definitely be shocked. It was obviously Li Buyi, the sorcerer who had been talking to him face to face several times.

The Taoist on the cloud bed counted his fingers and waved his hand in front of the cloud bed, and an image actually appeared out of nowhere. This Taoist fought with his eyes, and actually kept shuttling with the image. In less than a breath, the image actually traveled directly to Xuanyuanqiu Wanzi Valley.

The scene of the woman in palace costume torturing Qin Wushuang was unexpectedly panoramic.

The Taoist on the cloud bed frowned slightly: "Why did she go to Xuanyuanqiu?"

Not daring to be vague at the moment, he swung his arm and swept the image away. At the same time, he pinched the hand formula repeatedly and kept muttering in his mouth. He condensed a few sound symbols, forming the magic power of concentrating sound, and teleported it out with a stroke of the palm.

Whether it's Li Buyi, or the Taoist on the cloud bed. The supernatural powers they used were obviously supernatural powers that were completely unimaginable at Qin Wushuang's level.

Only experts know that this is the method of Shinto. Within the territory of the Profound Sky Continent, as long as one uses this kind of supernatural power, information can be transmitted instantly with the power of the soul.

The divine power is unbelievable. That's it.

...

In Wanzi Valley, the woman in palace costume was obviously still enjoying the pleasure of torturing Qin Wushuang. And the girls beside her also felt strange to see Qin Wushuang being so stubborn. These girls, who were a little displeased with Qin Wushuang before, actually had a vague inner balance towards Qin Wushuang's side, and sympathized with his experience.

After all, although this person contradicted him a few words, he was not guilty of death.

However, they are also very clear that they have no right to say who the master wants to punish.

"Say, are you convinced or not?" The woman in palace costume sneered wantonly.

"You old pervert." Although Qin Wushuang was exhausted, he was still unyielding.

The complexion of the woman in the palace costume changed, obviously she was impatient, she turned to the girl in Tsing Yi and said, "Xiao Can, come and kill her."

The girl in Tsing Yi trembled, although she was unwilling, she did not dare to disobey. He hesitated and walked up to Qin Wushuang.

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