Chapter 191: Forced Confession

The man said dumbly: "Is it really you? I should have thought it was you. Only you have the ability to understand my intentions." I said to the man seriously: "No, you are wrong, and it is a big mistake.

That's wrong. In fact, Sect Master Zhang should have noticed it." Zhang Xin nodded and said, "Well, yes, I am not as thoughtful as Mr. Wang, but I just noticed that you originally had the cultivation level of the Mahayana stage, why are you pretending to be so?

Cheng only has the cultivation level of the Integration Stage, so he is particularly careful with you."

The man smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that I lost, and I still lost miserably. If you want to kill, just kill, and stop talking nonsense." I smiled sinisterly: "We will not kill you, as long as you

Tell us the information we want, and we can consider letting you go, everyone, right?" Although I said this to others, everyone else knew in their hearts that I was Zhao Shen's master, and even Shenlong saw his head.

All the heads of the Holy Sect were respectful to me. How could they dare to say anything? So they all nodded in agreement. Head Song of the Hailing Sect said: "Mr. Wang, what do you want to do to them? We all

no comment."

I listened to the person's words and said: "Haha, you also heard it, do you want to say it or not?" The person suddenly became worried and said: "Huh, I won't say anything. If you want to kill me, I will kill you. I won't say anything."

A frown means he's not a good man." After hearing this, I stopped getting angry and said with a smile: "Hey, you are really a tough guy, but I like tough guys like this the best. Don't worry, I won't kill you. Zhao Shen, I

Remember there is a punishment on earth called Lingchi?"

Zhao Shen already understood what I was going to do, and smiled slightly: "Well, I remember, it is said that the Lingchi punishment is the most cruel punishment in our ancient history." Zhang Xin asked curiously: "Excuse me, what is Lingchi?

Punishment?"

I smiled and stared into the man's eyes and said: "Since no one knows, let me explain it to you. This Lingchi, the person who does it must be very careful. First, take a very small blade, and then

To cut off a very small piece of flesh from a human body, it takes a total of 3,600 cuts, and the size of the flesh must be the same with each cut. When doing this, you must be particularly careful, and you must not cut the person to death.

This is a delicate job, and you can’t do everything.”

I clearly saw the look of fear in the man's eyes. I smiled slightly and continued: "This kind of punishment, which lasts for three days and three nights, is not something that ordinary people can bear. But

We are all cultivators. I believe we can also bear this small injury, right?" The last sentence was said to the cultivator. The cold sweat on his head also continued to flow down, but he

It seemed that he still refused to say it out loud. I said to all the heads: "Masters, since this guy has such a tough mouth and no one has seen it before, you might as well let me demonstrate it to you."

All the sect leaders applauded in unison. Who told them that the Pure Land Association had killed so many of their disciples? Therefore, their hatred towards the Pure Land Association was very huge. Moreover, they had captured another prisoner. How could they let it go so easily?

What about him?

I chuckled and said, "You also saw it. This is what everyone means. Do you want to say it now or not?" Although there was a look of fear in the man's eyes, he was heartbroken and spat.

He came to my face and said: "Bah, I won't give in. You can't even expect to know a little bit of news from me." I was slightly stunned and said: "Oh? Are the bones so hard? Then don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless.

Ah." After saying that, I took out a few pieces of thousand-year-old iron ore from the storage ring. Amidst the exclamations of the leaders, a white flame burst out from my left hand.

I threw the pieces of thousand-year-old cold iron ore into the flame. In the flame, the pieces of thousand-year-old cold iron quickly melted, but did not disappear. I closed my eyes. After a while, my

A shining golden knife appeared in my hand, but this knife is different from other knives. I made it according to the scalpel on the earth. But this scalpel is made of thousand-year-old cold iron, which has passed through my Samadhi Divine Fire.

After being refined in this way, it is extremely sharp. I believe that even if this knife is used to cut steel, there will be no problem. Zhang Xin was the first to react. He looked at the scalpel in my hand and asked: "Mr. Wang, what is this?

ah?"

I smiled nonchalantly and said, "Oh, you're telling me, it's nothing, it's just a scalpel." Zhang Xin tilted his head and said, "A scalpel?" I smiled slightly and said, "Oh, this knife is mainly just a scalpel.

It's used to cut meat. Let's see what it looks like. Is it sharp?" I handed the scalpel to Zhang Xin, who was nearest me.

He took it suspiciously. He really didn't understand the function of such a small knife. After everyone passed it around one by one, they all felt that the knife was not very good, and everyone present was a knowledgeable person.

Seeing that I used thousands of years of cold iron to refine such a thing, they couldn't help but feel very sorry. I also smiled indifferently.

I finally took the scalpel back from Abbot Mingran and said, "It seems like everyone doesn't believe it. Since it's like this, let me demonstrate it to everyone so that everyone can see what it means."

Lingchi!" I spat out the last few words very heavily and slowly. Although I didn't want to do this, I knew that if I didn't do this, more people would die in front of me. I held the

The small scalpel he made was directed towards the cultivator step by step.

The cultivator finally felt what fear was, and he said tremblingly: "You...what do you want to do?" I snorted disdainfully: "Huh, what do I want to do? Do you want to say it or not?"

The man trembled and said, "You can kill or cut into pieces as you please. Our Pure Land Association people will not tell you." I sneered and said, "Well, since you are so ignorant of praise, you can't blame me. Don't worry, I

I won’t let you die, I will let you know what pain is.”

After saying that, I approached the man's body with a small scalpel. I grabbed his arm and cut off a chestnut-sized piece of meat on his hand. It was bloody and very scary. The hand had already been damaged by me.

The thick white bones could be seen through the cut area. The surrounding leaders turned around in dismay, feeling very sick. Abbot Miao simply closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at this scene.

A cruel picture.

Zhao Shen, the leader of the cultivator alliance, turned around and vomited. I believe anyone who saw such a scene would not be able to bear it. Amidst the man's screams, I cut off another piece of meat that was about the same size as before.
Chapter completed!