Looking at the recovered old man's eyes firmly! His eyes were full of disappointment. It was so damn that this dead old man was as stubborn as a donkey. He still refused to say anything after he was beaten like this, and he could not kill him. Damn, if he had known that this quick bone was so difficult to chew, he would not have been to disturb this muddy water at all.

But no matter how much he regrets, it is useless. Has has been killed by Thor. His fate is the best warning to himself. Apart from raising the prisoner's mouth, he has no way out.

Thinking of this, Cosson couldn't help but shivered. No, I can't be dragged to death by this old man like Has. There is still one month left, even a dead pig, I have to ask it to speak.

Thinking of this, he waved his handkerchief to the torture hand beside him in disgust: "Test me, until he speaks."

All the methods that could be used for whips, charcoal, and meat nails were used. For a moment, the old man's newly treated body was rolled up by various torture instruments, and there was no peace. The only thing that had not changed was that the old man's closed lips were still not opened.

A month has passed.

"What did you say? That old guy still didn't speak?" The majestic Thunder God looked lazy, and his head covered with purple hair rested comfortably on Shui Shen's soft and tender thighs. He was playing with a crystal clear high-legged crystal cup in his hand, and his eyes glanced at Kaosen who was lying down below and trembling.

Kausen, who had been soaked in sweat, dared not move. If he had known that old man was so difficult, he would not have come to sit in this seat at all. Who would have thought of his mouth so hard? In the past month, he had used all the methods of committing confession, and even some extremely cruel and already lost torture instruments were taken out and used on him. Even if those terrifying torture methods were put into the eyes of any god, they would definitely be so scared that they said everything. I really don’t understand what this damn old bastard had eaten, and he didn’t even hum. How could he get what the extremely noble Lord Thor wanted from his mouth?

Thinking of this, Cosson felt extremely desperate, and Has's fate seemed to appear before him again.

Looking at Cosen on the ground, the water god Adi, who was playing with by Thunder God, couldn't help but feel sorry for Yi Dasheng. Although this poor guy has no ability, his position is just a small god general. But he is more handsome than any god, and even Rather, the god of love, is not as good as Rather. He is bored with Thunder God every day. Three years has passed since he came to the temple to come and be flirted with him, he has never returned to the Water Temple again. If it weren't for the slick guy Carson, who often came to talk to me and relieve boredom, and if he occasionally flirted, he would have been

I was so crazy that I was so proud that this handsome guy often gave me some beautiful gems and jewelry. Speaking of which, that old guy really hated me. Isn’t it just such a thing? Isn’t it just a matter of saying it outright, and the cute Kaosen suffered such a great sin. Thinking of this, Adi’s eyes rolled, picked up Thor’s thick arm and acted coquettishly: “Great God King, that old man was determined not to say it. Even the severe punishment would be useless to him. You have dealt with the previous God of Prison, why bother to get angry with Kaosen now?”

Thor's terrifying head turned, and a thick palm touched Adi's round and plump breasts restlessly, and said in a huge voice like thunder: "Do you think I think? If it weren't for the thing being too important, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to that old man! I would have thrown him out and fed the dog long ago, I must get that thing."

The water god, who was touched, was panting and his confused eyes were spinning towards Thunder God: "I have an idea. Do you want to be interested in the noble God King?"

"Oh? Let's hear it. I'm interested in every idea of ​​you."

Two days later, above Yunxiao Hall.

A ragged old man dragged a pair of heavy shackles and slowly moved his footsteps on the smooth floor with difficulty. His body was covered with scars, and new wounds and old scars alternated. Under the crowding of new flesh, they were piled into curved small grooves. His hair had been pulled out by the torture hand, leaving only blood spots as thin as needle-eye. One of the eyes was also bulging out, hanging from the frame of the eye. The shackles and ankle interface were ground to death. The protruding ankle was rubbed so hard that the white bones inside could be seen. If the old man had not tried hard to stand, he would have fallen long ago.

"Moton! Oh my God! Is it you?" A soft but sad female voice rang out in the empty hall.

Hearing someone calling his name, the old man struggled to turn his broken head around looking for the source of the sound. The torture for many days has seriously damaged his hearing. Although the healing priest will give him advanced recovery techniques after every torture, it is just to ensure the continuation of life. Every treatment means increasingly cruel and severe torture, and no matter how good the treatment is, it is not as good as the torture of the body. Now he is no different from the walking zombie.

With the repeated calls from this voice, the old man finally locked the position of the sound by relying on his ears that were almost deaf. This sound is so familiar and so friendly, who is it? Whose voice can make my already numb brain have the ability to think again? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in the old man's mind, and he shouted in that direction regardless of everything: "Svena? Is it you? Is my dear Svena talking?"

"Yes, it's me." A female voice full of sorrow and sobbing came out again: "Motton, my dear, it's me. Can't you see me? I'm right in front of you!"

Hearing this, the old man raised his hands and tried hard to pull his left eye, which was covered by blood. The protruding right eye had long lost its former function and could only rely on another eye that seemed intact but had long stopped using it.

The two skins that wrap around the eyeballs are tightly connected together and cannot be separated. The blood flowing from the wound on the top of the head has already completely bonded them to the eyelashes, hair and small pieces of meat. Only a little bit of gap at the corner of the eye can be seen reflecting light from the inner lens.

"Svena, wait for me, I want to take a good look at you." The dry blood glued the eyelids so tightly that the old man fiddled for a long time but could not separate the two things that covered his sight. In desperation, he pulled the adhesion part of the upper and lower eyelids hard and pulled it hard. With a "squeezing" sound, the skin at the corner of the eye and the eyelids were pulled apart.

The wound was too big, and a large amount of bright red blood gushed out of the blood vessels that were pulled out, mixed with hair and broken skin attached to the edge of the wound.

Under the erosion of blood, the old man finally saw the sound emitter through the hazy red fog in front of him.

"Svena!" He didn't care about the heavy shackles on his body, nor did he care about the pain from the tearing wound. The old man rushed towards his wife in front of him as if he was crazy.

"Pu." A huge force came from the side with a heavy wind sound, knocking down the old man running forward.

"Ah!" With a heart-wrenching scream, a huge deep bone-like crack appeared on the old man's left shoulder. The reason for it was an extremely sharp and extremely heavy chain-blade giant axe - this is a throwing weapon that Thor usually likes to use.

"I want to make some moves without saying anything on my territory. Morton, I see that you have been idle in the cell these days so long that you have forgotten all the rules in my Yunxiao Hall."

The burly Thor was obviously very satisfied with the accuracy of his throwing. Sitting upright on the throne of almost entirely beautiful gems, he glanced at the corner of his eyes and glanced at the old man who was almost cut in half by an axe. He said arrogantly in his usual cold tone: "Your wife is in front of you now. To be precise, it should be in my hands. As long as you hand over the thing I want honestly, I will not only reunite you, but also let you go. This is also what I promised from your first day to Yunxiao City. The promise that a god can make is the most firm and stable guarantee in the world. How about it? Think about it! Otherwise, hum! hum! hum! hum!

The old man didn't even bother to answer Thor's question. Although the sudden attack from behind was not fatal, the damage caused to the body was shocking. Nearly one-third of the sharp giant axe with a diameter of nearly two meters had completely penetrated into his split left shoulder, causing half of his body from the shoulder blade to the waist to be cut open from the middle. The white bones formed a significant contrast with the large amount of blood gushing out from it, and the muscle sections were also turned around.

Heavy and bright balls of flesh were raised. The old man who could no longer support his weak body fell down in the hoarse roar. His wife, who was only one step away from him, was blocked and intimidated by many magical weapons, watched her beloved husband suffer great pain but could not reach out to help him. She could only cry through the crowd with a sad voice over and over again with a nearly sad voice.

Thor on the throne was obviously dissatisfied with the failure of the old man who was in a coma to answer his questions. He frowned with his left hand on his legs with a gloomy face, and waved his thick right arm impatiently. With a "swoosh!" sound, the huge axe flew back to his master's furry palm along the iron chains placed on his arm along the trajectory. Drops of blood flowed all over the ground, reflecting on the smooth white stone jade floor, which looked particularly transparent and bright.

"Scarvia! Goddess of Life! Where are you?" The irritable Thor turned his head angrily and shouted loudly to the left of the hall, which was nearly ten meters lower than his throne, "Get out and cure this damn old thing immediately. I want him to speak to me now."

"Come... Come... I'm here!" With a stuttering, a hoarse voice with an incoherent tone sounded from a corner to the left where the gods were. A goddess who was almost wearing any clothes stumbled out.

It is actually hard to tell that she is a goddess. Because she is too fat, she is simply too fat. When anyone sees her for the first time, he will probably not combine it with the four words "Goddess of Life" that are extremely elegant and warm. His fat body, short and thick limbs, and his head completely covered by curly long hair, from a distance, there are five prominent dots on a round ball. Oh! No, it should be seven. The two giant balls on his chest, which are completely made of fat and thick skin, should also be included. "Female" God! If there is no more basic things, how can he be called a female? However, it is precisely because of the existence of these two balls that many priests and saints in the world who pray to her can know that the God of Life they serve is a female god.

Since it is God, then should it be? The minimum majesty and dignity of God. However, this fat woman with a dazzling aperture on her head obviously did not think so. This can be seen from her dress. The transparent bra and short skirt made of the lightest, thinnest and softest cloud silk in the heavens are her favorite. These two things are obviously not in line with the size of her body. Two palm-sized triangular cloud silk fabrics were made by several pairs of thin pieces, which made people worry that the ribbons that could break at any time could pull the corners, barely circling from the top and the bottom to the back of her fat body, and two exquisite knots that were not proportional to the fat torso were

.This is the goddess' favorite sexy bra and short skirt? It's even simpler. A transparent silk cloth that is only ten centimeters wide is pulled by a string of the same material, separated from the "waist" part that is almost as thick as the chest (if that can be called the waist) and pulled it to the left button. Of course, there are also a few small pendants made of shiny gems on the top of the skirt. This kind of outfit is not uncommon. I believe that any slim woman will make all normal men bleed. But the feeling of wearing such a set of clothes that make people want to commit crimes is completely different when wearing them.

The words used to describe women's skin are obviously completely inseparable from special women like Scarwiya. The greasy skin, rolling fat, thick pores and black and hard body hair are her most prominent features. In the words of the genius Kaoson, who is recognized as the most unsavory of women in the heavens and claims that he will not even let go of a passing sow, saying: Scarwiya is simply "a ball of meat that can move freely". As for those thin pieces of fabric, they are completely "packaging materials wrapped around the flesh". Such a woman is believed that no matter how hungry, no matter how strong a man is, he will be scared to immediately retract his little brother who is standing attentively.

The goddess in charge of life is indeed extraordinary. She does not need to pray for any spells. She just stretches out a fat, fat hand that is so fat that even her nails are covered with flesh. She strokes her from head to toe on the old man who is lying on the ground from head to toe. Her broken body immediately connects like a magnet to attract each other. As with the effect of the healing spell of the priest, the old man's body is completely surrounded by auspicious green light. The broken bones are under the action of light.

A viscous glue liquid began to secrete, which would surround the wound automatically as if it had life. At the same time, the arms that were chopped down by the giant axe were also attracted to it and wandering desperately until the two separated bodies were completely stuck. Gradually, the breathing sound of the old man lying on the ground was no longer heavy, and the pale face also appeared a little bloody color, and the injured eyes gradually regained some brilliance. It can be seen that the treatment technique is quite effective.

"Moton! My patience is limited. My tolerance will only be effective if I want to. But your attitude makes me very annoyed. Now, I will ask you with all my patience for the last time - the God-Destroying Sword, where is it? Answer me!" The terrifying anger of Thunder God came from the high throne again, echoing among the neatly intertwined pillars of the temple. Every god who heard this terrifying sound was panicked and covered his ears with both hands. He tried all his divine power to resist the huge sound with thousands of thunder. Of course, there were also some gods with higher cultivation who were unmoved and frowned slightly at such a sound. Among them, there were the old man.

"Aska, it's been 120,000 years, and you still can't change your irritating character." Unexpectedly, the old man opened his closed lips and said slowly in a trembling but firm tone: "Since you first saw me in the Dragon City 120,000 years ago, I have told you that the God-Destroying Sword does not exist, it is just a legend, an ancient legend that has been circulating since the age of the Creation God. As for whether this legend is true or false, no one knows. I don't know who made our Dragon Clan the Guardian of the God-Destroying Sword, nor what was his intention to do this. I only know one thing, that is, there is no such thing as the God-Destroying Sword in this world."
Chapter completed!