The basement was dark and cold, the corpses in the corners of the walls emitted a foul smell, and several monks who were tortured to the point of dying and miserable were tied to the stone pillars, and the words "Temple" were embroidered on the cuffs, thinking that they were disciples of the Kunlun Temple.

Yang Xiaogou threw Mengsheng into a "human" shaped pit in the corner of the basement, and let Mengsheng lie in the pit with the word "big" facing up on his back.

"Little bastard, Lao Tzu has eighteen kinds of torture tools, let you taste them all one by one!" Yang Xiaogou shouted. As he spoke, he took off his pants, took out the words, and peed on Mengsheng's head and face, while laughing, "The first 'Jade Dragon Qionglu'." ”

A yellow water dragon sprinkled straight towards Mengsheng's head and face, Mengsheng hurriedly wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but his whole body was imprisoned by Hani, and now he was lying on his back in the word "big", so he could only let the yellow urine with a fishy smell be poured down on his head and face.

At this time, Mengsheng's abdomen was getting hotter and hotter, and he knew that it was the relics that Hani had stuffed into his mouth not long ago that were working. That relic exuded intense heat, and the bitter dream was imprisoned in his body, and he could only let it run around in the meridians. Mengsheng sweated all over his body, and the heat was not unbearable. Seeing the urine go straight to his face, and the smell of the fish went straight to his nose, he couldn't help but exhale a heavy breath.

The urine that was immediately poured on his face met the heavy and rough breath exhaled by Mengsheng, and unexpectedly immediately turned into water vapor. It turned out that at this time, the intense heat in Mengsheng's body had scorched him red, and even the breath exhaled was above 1,000 degrees, so how could the urine not melt.

According to the principle of hot air up and cold air down, Yang Xiaogou's fishy urine has been evaporated into urine vapor and quickly transpired upward, and the first to bear the brunt is naturally Yang Xiaogou, who wrapped him in urine vapor and choked him to tears.

Yang Xiaogou waved his hands to drive away the fishy and sour urine vapor, and muttered in his mouth: "I didn't expect my bubble of urine to be so stinky." Isn't this winter, how can there be so much urine vapor?" Then he pointed his butt against Mengsheng in the deep pit, holding his breath hard, only hearing the sound of "porphyry", but he smashed the pile of foul-smelling feces into Mengsheng's head and face, and shouted: "The second 'Phoenix Golden Egg'." ”

This insidious, despicable, and filthy villain actually used this indiscriminate and mischievous deed to insult Mengsheng. Mengsheng was filled with righteous indignation, and the wings of his nose fanned unconsciously and suddenly, and a fierce hot gas spewed upward. The constantly falling "Phoenix Golden Egg" encountered the hot gas that was constantly spewing out, and then evaporated, and the stench immediately turned into vapor and rushed towards Yang Xiaogou, who was looking at Mengsheng above.

Yang Xiaogou thought to himself that Mengsheng must have been smashed all over his face by his 'golden eggs', imagining that Mengsheng's nostrils, mouth, and eyes were full of his foul-smelling feces, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and laugh. Suddenly, with a "uh" sound, a foul-smelling vapor went straight into his gaping mouth, through his throat and into his stomach, and then out of his ass. The excrement fell into the pit again, and soon it was steamed up again, rushing into the wide open mouth, and so on, Yang Xiaogou was empty in his abdomen. This is a water vapor enema to wash the intestines, which is more thorough than water.

Yang Xiaogou collapsed and sat on the ground, panting with his mouth open, and suddenly a spicy smell of smoke kept choking into his nose, and this smoke also smelled of beef and garlic. Ah, isn't this the taste of the garlic beef stew I ate in the morning, why is it now a spicy smoke?

But it turned out that Yang Xiaogou raised his butt and pulled out the foul-smelling 'Phoenix Golden Egg' to Mengsheng in the deep pit, but before it fell on Mengsheng's face, it had been evaporated into water vapor by the thousands of degrees of hot air exhaled from Mengsheng's nose, and the rest immediately burned, turned into smoke, and all steamed upward. So whether it is Yang Xiaogou's "Jade Dragon Qionglu" or "Phoenix Golden Egg", where it comes out, let it go back to its hometown.

", someone. Yang Xiaogou shouted angrily.

"Uncle Shi, what's the matter?" several low-level disciples looked at Yang Xiaogou in fear.

"Everyone go and get a jar of 'five poisons', and I'm going to poison this little bastard. ”

"Ah, one altar per person, then ten altars. Someone shouted, "Uncle Shi, in the past, there were only one or two altars to punish those Kunlun Temple disciples, why do you want ten altars today?"

"If you are told to go and get it, what are you talking about?"

Soon, each of the ten disciples came in with a large altar and carefully placed it on the ground.

"They're all in the pit, and I'm going to poison this little bastard. ”

The disciples opened the "Five Poisons Altar" one by one, but saw that there were colorful poisonous snakes, hideous and ferocious scorpions, puffing stomachs, eight-legged spiders, and blood-red centipedes in the altar. Looking at these poisons, those disciples were so frightened that they trembled.

They had clearly seen that those Kunlun Temple disciples only fell one altar of five poisons in this deep pit, and they were gnawed by poisonous snakes, poisonous scorpions, poisonous centipedes and other poisons and died of sores all over their bodies. There are also poisonous centipedes that burrow directly into the nose of people in the pit and bite off their throats and die, poisonous spiders that stick out their long mouths and pierce their eyes, and poisonous snakes that wrap their necks and die...... It's really miserable.

"Fall down, all down. Yang Xiaogou shouted.

Hearing Yang Xiaogou's urging, those disciples closed their eyes and opened the mechanism to pour the poison in the altar into the pit.

Hearing Yang Xiaogou ask someone to bring in the "Five Poison Altars", Mengsheng couldn't help but laugh out loud, his poisonous spirit body had already been forgotten, but now that Yang Xiaogou mentioned it, it also reminded him. The ancestor of this poison did not use poison, and it was a tyrannical thing. I haven't used the yin and yang, water and fire that I have refined in the Colorful Divine Aya, and I haven't used it yet, so I have to use it well when I have the opportunity in the future.

Mengsheng was thinking about it, when he suddenly saw the poison on the pit pouring down one after another, covering his whole body in just a moment. He hurriedly transported the poisonous spirit qi, but found that his body was imprisoned, and his heart was not depressed. But I immediately found that the poisons were all dormant. Ah, how can you forget that you are now a burning furnace?

When the disciples had finished dumping, they retreated far aside, not daring to glance at the pit. And Yang Xiaogou stared at the pit with both eyes, and saw that the poison had covered Mengsheng's whole body, and shouted fiercely: "Quickly drill his nostrils, stab his eyes, wrap his neck, break his stomach, ...... quickly" But soon, his voice was getting closer and closer, and finally he shouted in horror, "How can this be?

Hearing Yang Xiaogou's frightened voice, the ten disciples stretched their necks and looked into the pit.

"Hee-hee, it's all dried snakes, dried scorpions, dried toads, dried centipedes, and dried spiders. Someone shouted happily.

The ten jars of poison covered Mengsheng's whole body in thousands, and he was about to drill into the hole, but he felt that the thing he touched was like a burning furnace, although there was no flame, but the temperature had already exceeded a thousand degrees, and the heat radiating from his whole body had already made all the poison dry into corpses.

Just as Yang Xiaogou and the others were surprised, a puff of black smoke suddenly erupted from the deep pit. The black smoke came out of the deep pit and enveloped the entire basement and gradually spread. Those low-realm disciples felt that as soon as the black smoke got on their bodies, they immediately itched unbearably, and their hands couldn't help but scratch wildly, and after a while, they could scratch and scar, and once the black smoke was inhaled, their whole body was immediately paralyzed and delirious. Seeing this, Yang Xiaogou quickly escaped from the basement, and several slightly higher realms also escaped, but they were already dying and not far from death. And those who did not escape, including several Kunlun Temple disciples who were tortured by Yang Xiaogou to death, all died.

I think you know, what is this black smoke?

Yes, it was the poison that had been baked into a corpse that spontaneously combusted under the continuous stimulation of the heat in Mengsheng's body, turned into ashes and formed black smoke, rushing out of the pit and spreading outward.

At this time, Mengsheng was not comfortable, although the tens of thousands of poisons covering his whole body had dissipated, but the heat in his body was constantly accumulating under the action of that relic, and the heat that had been emitted all over his body was now quickly returning to that relic. The heat on his body is no longer unbearable, but Mengsheng realizes that this is not a good thing. This sudden convergence will definitely be the next more powerful outburst, and will your body be able to withstand it then?

"Open the doors and windows and cast a spell to drive away the poisonous smoke. Yang Xiaogou shouted outside, he was thinking about Mengsheng, he wanted to see Mengsheng in pain with his own eyes, and was tortured to death by him.

After a long time, the poisonous smoke in the room was finally dispersed, and Yang Xiaogou commanded his disciples to rush in again. He came to the edge of the pit, pointed to the Mengsheng at the bottom of the pit, and shouted hysterically: "Drag him out, tie him to a pillar, and perform the fourth torture instrument 'Ten Fingers of Bamboo Sticks'." ”

The disciples who came in with him dragged Mengsheng out of the pit and tied him to a pillar that was still dripping with blood. Then he took more than a dozen sharpened bamboo sticks and a light hammer from the next door of the basement.

"Little bastard, scream in pain, uncle, I'll tell them to nail it in gently. Yang Xiaogou said triumphantly, and then said viciously to those disciples: "One finger nailed, all nailed." ”

One of them grabbed one of Mengsheng's thumbs, and when he saw the white and delicate fingers, he couldn't help but exclaim: "What a delicate finger, it's just like a little girl's." There was a look of regret on his face, and then he pressed the pointed bamboo stick to his fingertips, and said to the person holding the hammer on the side, "Knock!"

"Ding!" a crisp voice was pleasant and beautiful.

"Where did you press the bamboo stick? How did you hit the stone? The bamboo stick is broken. The man with the hammer said.

"No, I pressed on his fingers so hard, how did I slip onto the stone pillar?"

"It's not the first time I've been tortured, how could I slip onto the stone pillar?" Yang Xiaogou urged.

"Ding!" another pleasant voice sounded.

"Are you dazzled, and you put the bamboo stick on the stone pillar? Why did you break it again?"

"No, you see the tip of the bamboo stick is still on his finger. ”

"Try it on a different finger. ”

"Ding!" is still a pleasant sound.

"Hell, he knows how to do magic and moves all the bamboo sticks to the stone pillars. ”

"Okay, nailing bamboo sticks won't work, so let's flog. Yang Xiaogou shouted, "Beat me to death." ”