When Hu Yan woke up, he found himself in a dark room, and his whole body was in severe pain, as if every bone had been broken and reassembled. Especially in my chest, it hurts so much that it feels like it's going to explode.

She slowed her breathing, adjusted her body, tried to match the pain, made it more comfortable, and no longer tormented her.

I didn't die, but I couldn't tell what it was like to feel in my heart.

It is false to say that you are not happy; If you say how happy you are, it's not quite.

It is said that you can't live if you do your own evil, if she and Feng Yunqi make it clear about the misunderstanding, the ending may be different. But, her damn arrogance doesn't bother to explain!

She wanted to break her proud bones with her own hands, but she couldn't help but admire her proud bones.

She did not die, and continued to live freely until ...... Die.

Think about it, too, your own death must not have come. Didn't the master say that she was buried in love. Now, all her overflowing feelings have been fed to the dogs, where does the love come from? What, isn't that right?! Scold! A person's affection is called cheapness, and the relationship between two people is called affection. One is one, two is two, and there is no confusion.

The corners of Hu Yan's lips rose, sending himself a wry smile.

Once she felt a little better, she began to look around.

When I turned my head, I saw another person trapped in the torture room - Hua Ruyan.

Hua Ruyan, like her, was lying on another cold black iron bed, her chest rising and falling slightly, still in a coma. Her long hair was draped behind her, as if she had lost the luster of life. Her clothes were intact, and she didn't seem to have been violated. Also, with her current face, she is absolutely safe. Presumably, Lao Dao will also have such a strong appetite to take it into his arms and love him wantonly. After all, it still takes courage to hold a beautiful woman with a festering and pus-filled face to love. Hu Yan dared to say categorically that Lao Dao didn't have that courage.

The dark room where Hu Yan was located was different from the dark room where the six beauties were raised. It would be more appropriate to say that this is a dark room than a torture room. Underneath is a strange Tai Chi Bagua diagram, the same as what Lao Dao drew in the cultivation room. The position where she and Hua Ruyan are located is to occupy the yin and yang instruments.

On the top of their heads, a nine-headed red lotus is blooming with its teeth and claws, as if it can pounce down at any time and devour people's lives. Hu Yan narrowed his eyes, and once again saw this red lotus that seemed to come from hell. Although it is not ninety-nine, these nine flowers are similar to the ninety-nine red lotus drawn in front of the "Hundred Ghosts Dry Gate".

Hu Yan turned his head to look at the scarlet wall, on which hung all kinds of sharp torture instruments, several large candles the thickness of his wrist, and some strange things. It looks brand new. Yo, she's the first occupant of this torture room. What a blessing.

Hu Yan moved his hands and feet, although it hurt, he was still able to move. Maybe Lao Dao thought it was a miracle that she survived, so he didn't lock her up.

As a high priest, Hu Yan also inherited the art of wishing witchcraft, which was able to introduce the pain of others into his own body and digest it in a very short time. This seems to be a very short time, but it needs to endure the pain that ordinary people can't bear, and its tenacity and toughness can be seen. As for why she learned to do sorcery, she never told anyone else.

At this moment, Hu Yan used witchcraft to save himself, although he wanted to scream in pain, he had to endure it. Can you mess with others, but can't bear it for yourself? Joke!

There was a soft sound at the door, and Hu Yan immediately closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and weakened his breath.

Lao Dao walked into the torture chamber, looked at Hu Yan, and reached out to feel her pulse.

Hu Yan suddenly became difficult, grabbed Lao Dao's hand with one hand, turned over, and slashed at Lao Dao's neck with a hand knife, his movements were clean and neat, brave and ruthless, as if he had not been injured.

Lao Dao rolled his eyes, fell headlong on the iron bed, and his head was bumped by the iron bed, making a bang. With a flick of his body, he slowly slid to the ground.

This blow used up all of Hu Yan's strength, and the pain made her chest tumble with blood, and she almost vomited blood. She slowed her breathing, lowered her eyes to look at Lao Dao, sneered, bent down, stretched out her index finger, and cut a deep wound visible at the center of Lao Dao's eyebrows. Then he shook his hand, and there was a burning charm in his hand. She said in a cold tone, "I'll give you a 'Devouring Spell' and enjoy it." The firelight reflected Hu Yan's face, like a ghost asking for his life.

She held the charm between her index and middle fingers and threw it at the center of the old man's eyebrows.

The name of this spell is "Devouring Spell". As the name suggests, those who fall under this spell will be eaten by a mysterious force, from the outside to the inside, little by little, inch by inch, a thousand times more painful than being chopped alive.

When the spell was about to penetrate into the center of Lao Dao's eyebrows, Hu Yan suddenly felt that his whole body stiffened, and his qi and blood became cold, and it was actually a stiff blood and cold attack! She froze, and the spell was like an ordinary yellow paper that had lost its direction, rolled up, and fell to Lao Dao's chest, igniting his beard, and blazing.

Hu Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Lao Dao, watched the firelight rise on him, and said indifferently: "Let's leave you a dog's life for my use." He turned around stiffly, slapped her face unceremoniously, and woke people up. If it weren't for wanting to repay Hua Qingran's favor, Hu Yan really didn't care about her life or death.

Hua Ruyan screamed, looking at Hu Yan with frightened eyes, protecting her chest with her hands, and wanting to reach out to cover her face.

Hu Yan saw her busy for a while, and couldn't help but say: "Okay, you are so safe now that I can't describe it, even if I strip you naked and throw you in the kiln, you can get out safely." ”

Hua Ruyan's eyes froze, and she glared at Hu Yan fiercely.

Suddenly, there was a terrible roar from the torture chamber.

Lao Dao was burned by the fire and finally woke up.

Hu Yan turned around and watched Lao Dao struggle to extinguish the fire, and his face burned into black charcoal. She snorted out laughing and said jokingly: "Dao Chief, go and let those six beautiful flowers guess if this black carbon head is their Xu Lang?" ”

The old man's eyes were torn apart, and his eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't know whether he hated or was smoked. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but as soon as he moved, his face hurt heartbreakingly.

Lao Dao hated Hu Yan very much, took out the yellow charm, and smashed it at Hu Yan.

Hu Yan didn't know if there was "thunder and anger" in Lao Dao's hands, so he didn't dare to slack off, so he snorted and directly shattered the yellow talisman. It seems that this talisman is not very powerful, and the "thunder and anger" is definitely not painted by the old Taoist himself.

Seeing that Hu Yan was so powerful, Lao Dao felt a little worried in his heart, but he had to fight to the death. So, he took out all the yellow talismans, arranged the burning net, and smashed it towards Hu Yan.

Hu Yan took off his robe and spun in a circle in the air, like a red whirlpool, sucking those charms into it and disappearing. With this movement, her chest hurt, and fine sweat broke out on her forehead, but the smile on her face remained unchanged. Hu Yan found that it turned out that the smiling tiger was not only Qu Nan, but also her.

The old man's eyes shrank and wanted to escape.

Hu Yan smiled and said, "You, you can't run...... Woo......" She felt a pain in her stamina, a dizziness in her brain, and she lost consciousness. After all, it's not that the old way can't run, it's that she can't run. Exercise! Egg!