Tang Ning shook his head and wanted to hide, but the tall man bent over. Because Tang Ning was sitting on the ground against the wall, the tall man was holding a needle to stab him, he had to bend over and bow his head, as if he was saluting him.

He smiled and stretched out his big hand, opened his mouth and stuck his forehead, pressed his head against the wall behind him, and held the needle in his hand and continued to stab downward. The needle more than ten centimeters long pierced into the head. Although the skull was very hard, the needle was in the monk's hands, and he was completely immersed. It was only a moment, and it was too late to blink.

The tall three-finger pinched the needle's tail, which was very stable, and the puncture process was very slow. According to his words, he liked to appreciate the process of needle penetrating into the skull. After the needle was inserted, it rubbed with the skull, and there was almost no sound. However, he believed that this was the most beautiful musical tune in the world, not without sound, but that this musical tune cannot be heard by ordinary people, and only those who know how to appreciate it can hear it.

A little bit of red blood was oozing out, and the facial muscles were distorted due to pain, and the pupils were filled with struggle, powerlessness, hatred and despair. Coupled with the unique musical tone, there was no more attractive picture in the world than this.

"Slowly, I have a big secret, so the fallen king deliberately wanted to capture me and threw you into the Great Sixty Years and ignored me. Now someone suddenly contacted you. Don't you want to know what the secret is?" Tang Ningyu quickly. The black needle had pierced the skin on his head, and a drop of blood was condensed from the tip of the needle, and suddenly stopped.

Tang Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and it was still a little bit too long. In a few dozen seconds, the spiritual bondage on his body would be assimilated. He was gambling with the curiosity of people. Sure enough, he had the right bet. Although the black needle stopped, Tang Ning felt the needle trembling. He knew that the tall one was hesitating in their hearts. The Fallen King was a god in their hearts. He dared to inquire about the secret of the Fallen King in private and was dancing with death.

He must make a big deal to dispel his hesitant attitude. His mentality changes only in a moment, especially when the other party takes a cruel action, which means that his mind is extremely sinister. Such a person believes in himself more than others in his personality, and he must have a suspicious side. While he is afraid of the fallen king, there may not be no greed deep in his heart.

Tang Ning raised his voice and said loudly: "Dinghun is extremely harmful to the soul. My cultivation is shallow, my sea of ​​consciousness is unstable, and my soul is even weaker. If you continue this needle, aren't you afraid of turning me into an idiot? Your mind will never be restored? In that case, that secret will always become a secret. Once you hand me like a living dead into the hands of the fallen king, you will not only be useless, but will also be punished for it, and you will die without a place to bury it!"

"Mu Lao Er, stop! His words make sense!" The short man hurried over to grab the tall hand holding the needle. In order to be safe, he also snatched the needle. The narrow and long triangle eyes were covered by long drooping eyebrows, and the brown pupils were shining. It was a kind of light that wanted to explore the secret because of greed.

Ten years ago, they were sent to the Great Sixth World and had been in the Demon Castle. The King of Fallen Heaven is the only master of the castle, the god in everyone's mind. He controls the life and death of everyone in the castle, and is high above. Anyone will appear humble and insignificant in front of him. The King of Fallen Heaven has countless wealth and huge power, comparable to a true king.

What exactly will be the secret that will interest him?

Power, wealth, and women have no attraction to the fallen king.

Then the only thing that can make him moved...

The short eyes burst out with extremely bright light in an instant. His breathing was rapid, his heartbeat, and his thin cheeks were twitching. The guess that emerged in his heart made him excited, and the blood all over his body seemed to boil.

In the position of the King of Death, the only thing that can make him moved in the world is a certain method that can enhance his strength, perhaps a kind of martial arts, or perhaps a rare treasure of heaven and earth. In short, it is definitely unusual, and once exposed, it will surely shock the world.

And this secret is hidden in the boy's head in front of him, so he can't wait to get him and dig out the secret in his head.

If you know this secret in advance, then...

The shorter man's face suddenly turned pale again, his eyes were terrified, and his hands also trembled. He dared to seek things that belonged to the King of Death, and his corpse would definitely remain in the future.

However, the opportunity is right in front of you. If you get it yourself, will it become the next...Fallen King!

The short man looked uncertain, and greed and fear were intertwined in his heart.

The tall man suddenly stopped talking when he saw the short man, and his strange expression changed around his face. He turned his back to Tang Ning.

The tall man bowed his head and whispered: "Do you believe him? This kid's eyes are clear, alert and flexible. He must be a smart person. The secret he said is probably a delaying strategy and just a casual talk. I think, I'd better use the soul-fixing needle to fix him."

As he said that, it was like taking a black needle in a short hand.

He flashed a little, and did not give him the black needle, but turned his head to look at him, then looked back at Tang Ning, and then said, "If he was telling a lie, why was the Heavenly King anxious to catch him? That master said, the Heavenly King would definitely win this."

"this......"

In fact, the tall man was hesitating in his heart. The deep thoughts in his heart were similar to those in shorter man, but he was sinister, deep-minded, and did not show any strangeness on his face.

"That mountain boss, do you mean?"

"Mu Lao Er, where are you?" the short man asked with a chuckling.

"Me? Hehe, you are the boss, everything is listened to you. Hasn't it been like this for the past ten years? Whatever you say, what I do is it."

The short one squinted their eyes and stared at the tall one, but the tall one did not avoid it. The two looked at each other for a long time, and at the same time they smiled sinisterly. The sound floated in the dark quiet room, making them look gloomy and weird.

At the same time, he turned around, squatted beside Tang Ning, one left and one right, and the short one pinched the black needle in his hand, and the tip of the needle gently rubbed against Tang Ning's nose. He said, "Boy, tell me, what is that secret?"

"This secret belongs to the King of Death. You also want to know? Are you not afraid of death?"

Bang! The tall man slapped Tang Ning hard, "Stop talking nonsense, say!"

His cheeks were swollen and bleeding from the corners of his mouth. Tang Ning slowly turned his head, looked at the taller one, then looked at the shorter one, and suddenly he grinned, his smile was very bright, as if he was not the one who had just been beaten. His lips were squirming, and several strange syllables appeared.

"What did you say? Let's make a louder sound!" The short man couldn't wait to approach Tang Ning's face. A smell of unpleasant sheep smell mixed with the smell of wine.

"I just said..." Tang Ning's eyes drooped and murmured in a low voice, suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted: "You two bastards!"

The shorter and taller looked stunned, a little confused. When they recovered, Tang Ning's figure had already lost. When they turned around, Tang Ning was already standing at the door, standing tall. He spat with blood, and was slapped three times in the face, making him angry. If this was not his home and the surrounding area were not a residential area, and if it was a spacious and deserted place, Tang Ning swore that he would have smashed the bones of the two bastards to pieces.

But now, I can only endure it and deal with them in a safer and safer way that it is not easy to alarm the neighbors in the front and back.

He raised his hand and rubbed his swollen face. The cheeks in his mouth were broken and the gums hurt. Damn, these two damn old turtle grandsons. The more Tang Ning thought about getting angry, the more he was, the more he was, and it took him a face. It took him a long time since he was slapped in the face. When he was a child, he was lazy because of his practice and was beaten by his aunt, the old man greeted his butt with a lot of flesh and never wanted to touch his face. But today he actually got hit three times. Tang Ning hated him so much that he was itchy at all!

"Boy, why are you..."

"Can you move, right?"

"Well, um, that's right?" The short man seemed a little unbelievable. At this time, he didn't jump up and catch the person directly, but stood there stupidly, asking even more stupidly. The tall man's reaction was half a beat slower, and at this time he actually reached out to touch the wall, as if he thought Tang Ning suddenly rushed out so far like a ghost, and stood there so flexible and elegant, handsome, and naturally spitting arrogantly, which has something to do with the wall he just leaned against.

Tang Ning was full of anger and cursed: "It's fine if you two look ugly, but I can tolerate the smell of rottenness, but you are not only ugly, but also stupid, as stupid as pigs! Why are you still alive for garbage like you? Why don't you die?"

This time, the two of them reacted quickly, and rushed directly to Tang Ning from the left and right sides, with awesome murderous intent.

They were angry. They were scolded by Tang Ning. They did not expose others' shortcomings, and they did not slap people in the face.

But when the two of them slapped Tang Ning in the face, of course they had to use their shortcomings to deal with them.

People who are ugly usually know that they are not good-looking, but they can do it if they know, but others cannot say it.

Others say it is an insult to them. Over the years, those who say they are ugly have disappeared. Because they are all dead, those who dare to look at them with strange eyes are also dead.

Tang Ning's words made them forget their mission, not to mention that after Tang Ning was captured, he stayed honestly and dared to untidy the bondage and escape.

Death is more than death! Nothing else!

Tang Ning ignored the figure who was rushing towards him with awesome murderous aura and strong wind, his eyes were calm and even a hint of mockery.

The simulated water-attributed spiritual power has the effect of healing, and the redness and swelling on the face have gradually subsided. Fortunately, there is such a skill, otherwise, I wouldn't know how to explain it after I returned with a swollen face.

The quiet room was not big, less than ten square meters, and almost one jumped, the two of them had already rushed to Tang Ning, with their claws and fingers like hooks, thin and shriveled, and old dead branches that were lacking in water. They grabbed Tang Ning's eyes and throat.

The two of them looked the same, their eyes were equally fierce, and their expressions were equally vicious. They even thought about how to torture this kid slowly.

But the next moment, the two of them fell to the ground, and golden light suddenly appeared in front of them, and then the golden light turned into the sea, the boundless sea.

The two of them fell into the sea, and the feeling of suffocation came instantly. It took a long time to recover and the illusion in front of them disappeared at the same time.
Chapter completed!