Gu Changhuai's eyelids also twitched slightly.

Gu An hesitated and said: "Daotingsi's torture tools are not convenient to take out. We were in a hurry when we went out and didn't bring them..."

"It's okay," Mo Hua said excitedly, "I'll bring it!"

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he took out a formation punishment board from his storage bag and said proudly:

"This is the latest model. It has been improved many times, and I have added a lot of formations to it..."

It’s still the formation of the Eighteen Patterns!

I had learned eighteen patterns in ink painting before, but I had no place to use them. I felt itchy and couldn't bear it, so I temporarily painted them on the torture board.

However, he has not used this formation punishment board for a long time.

After all, he had been banned before and could only move around in the Qianxue state boundary, so he didn't use this opportunity.

The ink painting is very regrettable.

Unexpectedly, just a few days after I came out, the opportunity came.

Ink painting is very happy.

He has long wanted to try the power of this latest version of the array torture device.

Looking at Mo Hua with a happy face, Gu An fell silent, and then looked at Gu Changhuai silently.

Gu Changhuai looked at the familiar but improved torture instrument in Mo Hua's hand and sighed, nodding his head to express his acquiescence.

Mo Hua handed the torture tools to Gu An and said: "Let them kneel down, they should be honest."

Gu An had no choice but to place the iron plate of the torture instrument on the ground, hold down one of the monks and kneel down.

In the next moment, light flowed on the iron plate, spiritual power was delivered, and the monk let out a howl like a killing pig.

When the other monks saw this, their faces turned slightly pale, and then they turned their heads and glared at Mo Hua.

"What do you see me doing?"

"Oh, I understand!" Mo Hua thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "You are brothers and want to share weal and woe. You also want to experience this iron plate!"

"What a coincidence, I just made a few more for testing, and you happen to have one for each of you."

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he took out four sets of torture boards from his storage bag.

At this moment, the monks turned pale and looked at the ink paintings as if they were looking at "evil ghosts" in hell.

When Mo Hua looked at them again, they were frightened, their eyes dodge, and they no longer dared to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua nodded, expressing satisfaction.

But the big man from before sneered and said: "Forget it, kid, you underestimate us too much. Even if you kill us, you won't even think of asking anything out of our mouths."

"Oh?" Mo Hua became interested, "Tough bones, I like them."

His spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and the monk kneeling on the iron plate began to cry louder.

The formation of the Eighteen Patterns was simply not something he could withstand.

He wanted to speak, but when he turned around and saw the threatening look in the big man's eyes, he immediately endured it and did not speak until he fainted from the pain.

"This iron plate is powerful enough, but the process of 'torture' is still a bit simple..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

On the other side, the big man looked at the ink painting with a sneer on his face.

"We brothers are all desperadoes, living with our heads tied to our belts. If you want to use this method to extract a confession, kid, you are too young."

Too tender?

Then it’s time to play rough.

Mo Hua smiled and said:

"In that case, let's play a game."

The leading man sneered: "What game?"

Mo Hua said: "You will be tortured together, kneel on the torture board and answer my questions."

"Whoever opens his mouth to answer first, I will withdraw the punishment and prevent him from suffering."

"How is it?" Mo Hua said in an interesting tone, "The time has come to test your brotherhood. I also want to know whether you can share the joys and sorrows..."

The face of the leading man changed.

This boy is so vicious and scheming!

Mo Hua glanced at Gu An and Gu Quan. They understood Mo Hua's meaning, spread the iron plate for execution on the ground, and then pressed the group of desperate bandit cultivators onto the iron plate.

The ink paintings opened the formations one by one.

As the formation pattern flows, the spiritual power of the formation is like a sword, like a sea of ​​fire, or like an ice cellar, and the feeling is hard to describe for a moment.

The faces of all the desperate cultivators were as white as paper, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and some of them even made a sound in pain.

"Okay, now let's listen to the first question!" Mo Hua said seriously, "What did you eat for lunch?"

This question is very irrelevant.

Even Gu Changhuai and the other three were stunned for a moment.

Instead of asking some serious questions, ask them what they had for lunch?

This group of desperadoes didn't even know what Mo Hua had in mind, so they gritted their teeth and refused to say anything.

But if they don't say it, the execution formation will not stop, and the torture of swords, water and fire will not be pleasant.

Finally, someone spoke.

"Eat...beef..."

Mo Hua's eyebrows jumped and he praised: "Very good!" Then he waved his hand gently and closed his torture board.

The man escaped, breathing heavily with a look of rejoicing on his face.

When the others saw that Mo Hua kept his promise and asked the same "no pain or itch" questions, they immediately felt shaken in their hearts.

"Now, the second question!" Mo Hua asked again, "How old are you?"

This time, after only a few breaths, someone answered: "One hundred and thirty years old..."

Mo Hua nodded and was spared his punishment.

Then he asked: "What's your last name?"

Before he finished speaking, someone answered: "My surname is Zhao!"

Mo Hua abided by the agreement and stopped using his torture array.

After that, Mo Hua asked another round of questions, mostly "innocuous" little things. The purpose was to cultivate these people's habit of answering questions.

After one round, only the big man who took the lead gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Mo Hua ignored him and continued:

"Okay, let's start the second round."

After saying that, he activated all the punishment formations.

For a time, these monks who had had a moment of respite were faced with a new round of "torture" again.

"Second round, first question..." Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, "What names do you use on the road?"

This issue is a little more confidential, but the proportion is just right.

Soon, someone couldn't bear the punishment of the formation and said:

"Brothers on the road, please call me 'Master Du Liu'..."

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

He had no impression of this name at all.

Could it be from outside?

Mo Hua nodded slightly and asked the second question.

Starting from this problem, we need to increase the intensity step by step.

"What are you here for?"

The atmosphere was a little solemn for a while.

This group of desperate bandit cultivators fell silent.

There are some things they can say, but there are some things they obviously can't say.

Mo Hua is not in a hurry.

Even if they are in the same group, they rob families together, call themselves brothers, and are ruthless, but their tolerance for pain is different.

Some people can endure it, but some people cannot.
To be continued...