"Does the heavenly question taste good?" Fazun gently stroked the vine with his excessively pale fingers and asked casually. The vine that tortured the Qilin was obediently letting it play with it in Fazun's hands.

Qilin stood up and slowly stood up from the ground. However, he had just experienced the torture of Tianwen. At this moment, he was weak all over and his calves trembled when he stood up. If it weren't for the pride of the ancient divine beast, he would have fallen to the ground.

Qilin raised his head and stared at the man in red above the tall seat, thrust out two words from his throat, "Who is it?"

He asked who told the man Fazun about it.

When Fazun heard this, he sneered, with a cold expression, "Now it is the Lord who is asking you."

Qilin raised his hand and touched the blood on his lips. His pair of alien-colored pupils contained the violence that was about to come. His expression was cold and cruel, and he said word by word: "God asked very well!"

The Dharma Zun was quite satisfied with his answer. Under the eyes of Qilin who could almost kill people, his fingertips moved slightly, and the vines wrapped around his body tightly again. The golden light flashed. Qilin screamed and his body fell to the ground. Fortunately, he adjusted his body the moment before the dog was about to lie down and knelt on one knee.

But the dull "clang" sound makes people feel painful when it sounds.

Qilin's face turned pale, and cold sweat immediately came down. He wanted to stand up, but his body was bound by the vines. The pain that hit his soul made him lose his energy. It was already his limit to be able to hold on to the ground.

The sound of Dharma Lord's clouds and breeze sounded again, "Since it's good, then enjoy it again. When will you be willing to say it, I will stop."

After saying that, his fingertips moved again, and the vines began to wander around the Qilin. As the golden light flashed, golden lights entered the Qilin's body, leaving unbearable pain on his soul and body.

Qilin clenched his teeth, and after the scream just now, he did not make any sound. The dignity of the ancient divine beast did not allow him to show weakness in front of others.

Fazun said, "I didn't show any anger at this guy who was toasting but not eating the punishment wine." He had encountered him who was more strict and unyielding than this. This was just the beginning, and there was a little guy behind him. Not long after, the Qilin had bitten his lower lip into blood, and a sweet throat. Blood flowed out of his mouth, mixed with the blood on his lower lip, slid across his chin, and fell on his mysterious robe and the ground. A few drops fell on the vines, but they were evaporated in the next second, turning into a ball of blood mist and dissipated in the air.

Blood beads like sweat began to appear on his face. The blood beads slid down from the forehead, slid across his closed eyes, his side face, the corners of his lips, and finally gathered on the tight lower jaw, falling to the ground, sliding into his slender and white neck.

On the skin hidden under the mysterious robe, blood beads began to appear, overflowing from the pores like sweat, densely packed. In the blink of an eye, the clothes were soaked, and the bright red blood beads meandered all the way. A blood pot soon appeared under the Qilin, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of the blood, and he had become a blood man.

A strong smell of blood spread in the hall. Fazun's eyes were slightly aroused, and he smelled the rich and uncomfortable smell of blood with his face enjoying himself. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his already sinister face became even more strange and gloomy.

Qilin raised his head, revealing his bright red neck, his chest was undulating violently, his teeth were clenched, his face was pale, and his long eyelashes were as black as crow feathers. At this time, he trembled gently, enduring the pain from his body to his soul. He could no longer hold on, his body became soft, and his whole body fell forward.

After checking in front of the clone, he said to the Dharma Lord: "I fainted."

The Dharma Lord opened his eyes and looked at the Qilin who fainted in a pool of blood. His words were very cruel and ruthless, "Wake him up."

The clone took the order, raised his hand and pressed Qilin's wrist, and a stream of spiritual power surged in his hand and hit Qilin's dantian. Qilin groaned and suddenly opened his eyes.

When his eyes were focused, he saw his clone stand up expressionlessly and look at him condescendingly, "Compet with him, you can also suffer less."

Qilin didn't say a word, his alien eyes were full of anger and violence. He stared at his clone, like a beast staring at the enemy, with a terrifying expression.

However, the clone was not afraid at all. He raised one foot and stepped on his chest. He exerted a little force. Only the crisp sound of bone cracks could be heard, and the two ribs of the Kirin were trampled.

Qilin groaned again, cold sweat spread on his forehead, blood and sweat mixed together, making his face look embarrassed.

However, he did not look surrendered. His eyes were fiercely glaring at his clone, his eyes were scarlet and his eyes were bloody, and his eyes were full of fine red blood. The murderous intent in his eyes wanted to tear the people in front of him.

The clone frowned slightly, a little unhappy, and moved his feet on Qilin's chest, and this time he stepped on his abdomen. Underneath was Qilin's dantian.

"If you don't explain, I don't mind turning you into a waste."

The cold voice of the clone resounded in his ears, and Qilin's pupils shrank suddenly, and the blood-stuffed face showed a look of horror for the first time.

As an ancient divine beast with noble bloodlines, it is impossible for him to accept the fact that he has become a waste. Instead of becoming a waste, he would rather die!

The clone was very satisfied with his reaction, but the strength under his feet increased instead of reducing, which was as if Qilin had no intention of destroying his dantian without hesitation.

Qilin's face was twisted, and the pain in the soul and body caused by Tianwen and his clone made him endure it so that his shoulders were slightly undulating. A raging blue vein floated on the side of his slender neck because of patience, and his muscles were trembling and spasming.

The clone was unmoved. He lowered his eyes and looked at Qilin, with a hint of contempt in his eyes. He was already very sure of his obedience to Qilin.

No ancient divine beast with pure and noble bloodline will give up this unique cultivation and talent, and will not allow itself to become a waste.

After a stalemate for a while, just when the clone was a little impatient, Qilin suddenly smiled, his smile was a little desolate and relieved. He closed his eyes and gave in and said something that surprised the clone, "Whatever you want, I won't sell my owners to seek honor."

He had chosen to protect the Queen of Light and helped her hide all the information about that man. He was a dignified and principled ancient beast, and would not do such a moral thing.

Besides, he was also gambling. The Dharma Lord did not dare to let his clone destroy his dantian. Even if the Queen of Light moved the heart of the mortals, she was also the king of the gods. The king above all tens of people under the laws of heaven. No matter how brave the Dharma Lord was, he would not dare to openly make enemies with the Queen of Light.
Chapter completed!