Rumors spread outside, and there were many discussions in the empire, but Tang Yan, who was the focus, lived leisurely in the palace prison. I am not worried about my dangerous situation, I am not worried about the angry punishment of the prince, and I am not worried about the situation of the Sand Waterfall Mercenary Group.

Because he concluded that the prince cared about his face and did not dare to ignore his threat about Su Qianluo.

Because he didn't expect the sand waterfall to be able to hide for a lifetime, it only took a few days.

It only takes a few days for things to turn around!

Because since he dared to come in, he had a calculation, calculating the turn that would inevitably happen.

Tang Yan's prison is located in the underground of the palace, the whole is like a two-hundred-meter-long square solid iron block, digging out a square space of more than ten meters in the middle, the material is the most tenacious black gold black iron in the ancient land, which is very precious.

It is said that a thickness of ten meters can resist the attack of a first-order martial artist, and the prison of King Jing's Mansion is surrounded by a thickness of 100 meters, and its tenacity can be imagined.

And the walls are engraved with strange prohibitions, or a formation, which emphasizes the tenacity of the prison.

There is no problem with using it to look at the third-order martial venerable.

Tang Yan was sent here as soon as he was deposited into the palace, but he was not the only one in it. There was also an old man with a disheveled head, ragged and wrapped in heavy chains, sitting in a corner like a dead body, even breathing in and out, and exhaling very heavily each time.

He looked as if he had been imprisoned for countless years, scabbed mud could be seen through the holes in his clothes, his stray hair down to his waist, and his nails black and slender.

The whole gives people an indescribably weird feeling.

Like a beast?

The cage space is only a dozen meters long and wide, which is not narrow, but it is by no means spacious.

Tang Yan chose another corner, stared at the old man for a long time, and whistled a few times: "Hey, hello, make a friend?"

The old man ignored it, as if it was a real dead body, and as if he didn't care that there was another person in the room.

Tang Yan was wary of him for a long time, and repeatedly probed, but it was strange that he couldn't find out his strength, or he was more like an ordinary old man.

This unusualness gradually aroused Tang Yan's vigilance.

Could it be ...... Somebody's strongest? But why are you wrapped in chains?

According to Su Qianluo's memory, there are four super powerhouses in Jingwangfu, the strongest of which is an ancestor-level figure from the royal family, named Yan Xinghan, who is the younger brother of the martial saint ancestor of the royal family of Yan State today, and the Holy Maiden of Yaochi, the Heavenly Demon Ancestor, the Great Witch Ancestor and the old marshal of the Zhenguo General's Mansion, and the five ancestors of the empire, are all semi-saint-level supernatural figures, the real pillars of the Yan Kingdom, and characters that must not be lost.

Could this guy be Yan Xinghan?

But if you feel it carefully, it is not enough to reach the level of a semi-saint, and besides, this image and situation do not seem to match the treatment of the legendary ancestor.

In addition to Yan Xinghan, the other three top powerhouses in the Jingwang Mansion are three third-order martial artists, one is Shura, one is Wang Ziwei, and the other is locked in Su Qianluo's memory cage, with only one name - War Bear.

"War Bear, Your Excellency is the War Bear Venerable?" Tang Yan called tentatively, this strange name was awkward.

The sound echoed in the enclosed space for a long time, and the result was still silence.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Tang Yan actually felt a little dangerous from this person after a long period of vigilance, obviously like a dying old man, but it gave him a beastly aura.

Neither side took the initiative to provoke anyone, and they were at peace with each other.

Tang Yan didn't dare to relax his vigilance, leaned back against the corner, and secretly looked at the strange old man, so he silently pondered the next strategy. Now that he is in the Jingwang Mansion, all kinds of dangers exist at any time, although he can't think of everything, at least he can deal with all kinds of dangers.

But......

The inside of the cage was too quiet, except for the occasional breathing sound from the opposite side, there was not the slightest sound, and it was as if it was in an endless abyss. There are lead-colored walls on all sides, and even the runes are the same color, and there are fish-scale-like fluctuations that are strange and unpredictable.

The glow-in-the-dark stone above the head exudes a faint brilliance, which is even more depressing.

Tang Yan's mind is very tenacious and can withstand all kinds of destruction. But...... One day passes, two days pass, three days pass, four days passes...... Five-day ...... More than a hundred hours passed, forgetting the key to time, forgetting the sound and language, but the environment here severely destroyed his spirit, first the inexplicable irritability, then the gradual heat of the body, and then the dizziness of the head.

Like a boiled frog in warm water, by the time he began to realize the problem, it was already too late, his consciousness was groggy, his pulse was messy, and the spiritual power in his meridians was dissipating silently, like being sucked by runes on the surface of the cage.

"The runes are weird. Tang Yan's vision was blurred, and he felt that the messy lead-colored runes on the wall were like countless eyes, flickering at him. Quietly stimulates the Buddha's heart, and a cool feeling permeates the whole body, infiltrating the irritable feelings, and silently operating the immortal Yantian Recipe to control the spiritual power that is to be dispersed.

But my heart fluttered slightly, and a bold plan came to mind.

His head was crooked, his body was weak, and he collapsed weakly on the ground.

The strange old man in the corner was indifferent, and the room continued to be eerily silent.

But not long after, buzzing, the runes of the wall emitted strange twisted fluctuations, converging into the outline of a door in front of it, the door body fluctuated, like a spatial barrier, Wang Ziwei walked in with two old men with gloomy eyes.

Tang Yan's brows moved.

"Look at his situation. Wang Ziwei raised his right hand, and a needle-like light, exuding an extremely sharp aura, locked directly on Tang Yan, and was on guard at any time.

Two gloomy old men with similar appearances leaned over, came to Tang Yan, opened the iron box in their hands expressionlessly, took out the iron cone with a sharp handle, and after a simple teasing, they did not say anything, and inserted it into Tang Yan's thigh.

Poof! Blood splatters!

The iron cone had a strange blessing power on it, and it easily pierced Tang Yan's flesh and skin.

A sharp stinging pain that ran through the body like electricity.

But Tang Yan was 'unconscious' very heavy, and he didn't even move his fingers.

The two old men ignored it, didn't observe, didn't wait, pulled out the iron cone and inserted it into Tang Yan's body for a while, the cone saw blood, and some of the cones hit the bones.

Tang Yan deliberately spread out his defense, but after all, his physique is special, ordinary blades can't break through the epidermis at all, but iron crusts are easy, it can be seen that they should be good treasures, with special piercing power.

In the blink of an eye, the two old men left thirty blood holes on Tang Yan's body, and all of them were acupuncture points with severe pain, which could stimulate the pain the most.

After doing this, the two gloomy old men who seemed to be paralyzed began to look at Tang Yan's face and limbs, and in their experience, unless they were eroded by the curse mark and fell into a severe coma, it was impossible to bear such severe pain without reacting.

They had experimented on Shura, and they could resist up to twenty-four penetrations, and they could no longer resist the severe pain.

In view of Tang Yan's importance, they filled six more holes.

But they underestimated Tang Yan's ability to forbear, and they didn't know the pain he had endured to hone his body, and it was difficult for him to react to the simple physical torture.

"He's unconscious. The two old men made a unanimous judgment.

"Torture me severely, with the best of your abilities, with your most cruel means. Wang Ziwei's tone was ruthless, and he searched for six consecutive days, but he failed to round up the Sand Waterfall mercenary group, and they escaped three times and twice, and no suspicious people were found in the imperial city.

King Jing had already begun to get impatient, if it weren't for the fact that Sha Waterfall was really imprisoning Su Qianluo, they would have hung Tang Yan in the royal city and humiliated and tortured him in full view of everyone.

They couldn't help it, and their mood became more and more uncomfortable. So Wang Ziwei came to the prison with two perverted executioners from the palace. Before rescuing Su Qianluo, he couldn't torture him publicly for the time being, lest the news spread and stimulate the sand waterfall, but it was completely okay to torture Tang Yan in private.

The two old men nodded simply, set up Tang Yan and came to the corner of the wall, and the probe grabbed four chains with iron hooks from the wall full of runes, pierced his shoulder blades and leg bones, and hung them in the air.

It seems that it is not a human being who is serving, but a dead pig and a dead sheep, and his every move is full of poison and ferocity, and his shots are accurate and ruthless.

Wang Ziwei stood next to him and watched Tang Yan being tortured with his own eyes: "What is the difference between this and torturing a dead corpse? Is there a way to wake him up? Semi-unconscious, awake but unable to resist. ”

"Yes, not only can I feel it, but I feel very sensitive. The two old men casually took out some black pills and stuffed them into Tang Yan's mouth.

Tang Yan, who was pretending to be unconscious, suddenly felt a sulfuric acid-like thing rolling from his throat into his abdominal cavity, and a hot stinging sensation swept through his body, as if it was festering from the inside out. If the previous piercing of the 'Thirty Iron Cone' had been painstakingly persevered with superhuman will, this time it ...... It was really unable to bear it, his brows furrowed, and a hoarse moan came out of his throat.

"He's going to wake up?" Wang Ziwei was secretly on guard, and the light point in front of his fingertips locked on Tang Yan's head, ready to strike at any time.

"Don't worry, trust our poison. He only had feelings now, his consciousness was blurry, and he couldn't match only his body. An old man raised his hand and waved his knife, cutting a bloody wound on Tang Yan's face. "Look, he's like a dead pig. ”

Tang Yan let out a hoarse and dull scream, and his body writhed unconsciously, but he did not make any strong resistance.

Wang Ziwei said: "Chop off his two fingers." ”

The two pinched the fingers of Tang Yan's right hand, took out a hammer and an awl, and for a while, they chiseled two alive like chiseling rocks, dripping with blood and white bones.

They could have cut it directly, but it was more brutal and painful.

A thick smell of blood filled the confined space.

Tang Yan endured it as hard as he could, the anger in his heart had risen to the extreme, and the tragic resentment destroyed his consciousness like an ant.

The heart was beating strongly, and the killing intent was about to be uncontrollable.

Wang Ziwei smiled with satisfaction, but his bloody fingers tore off a piece of cloth from Tang Yan's body and hugged the mad fingers. "You torture slowly, by whatever means, as long as it can make him suffer, physical and mental. ”

"Rest assured, we'll make him unforgettable. ”

Wang Ziwei glanced at the old man in the corner: "He is Tang Yan, the murderer of the little prince." If there is any accident later, you are allowed to eat half of his body. ”

The old man in the corner was indifferent.

"Everyone, enjoy slowly, you have a lot of time. Strange runes resurfaced from the walls, forming an iron gate-like passageway, and the prince walked through the past and disappeared into the prison.