I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand four hundred and sixty-eight chapters!

"What are you howling, answer the question well! How long can you manage the collected breath?" Kunpeng was displeased.

But the little boss looked at him coldly: "Since you are the murderer, will you let me go? Even if I answer everything, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape your palms. Therefore, you must kill you. Please, I won't answer any more questions anyway."

A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"You!" Mei Chaofeng was more anxious than Kunpeng, and the magic sword pointed forward, "Answer honestly, otherwise you will cut your flesh immediately!"

"It doesn't matter, it's death anyway, whatever you want me to die, it's up to you."

Mei Chaofeng had no choice but to look at Kunpeng.

Kunpeng also has no tactics. For this kind of person, if he knows that he is going to die anyway, there is really no way he can do it. Besides, he had put him in the hole before, and said that he was a deal, but in fact, he didn't even think about keeping him alive anymore.

Bashan looked at Kunpeng: "Master, since he is begging for death, he will be tortured. If he answers the question honestly, we can also consider giving him a good time. Now since he is not honest, let us play a game of killing. , To see how long he can hold on before dying."

"Okay, only you are happy, you can torture you as you want. Rong Er Chaofeng, you two, watch on the side. If his soul soars, remember to destroy it, don't let him run away."

The two women agreed and separated into two sections of the cave, staring at them, waiting to collect the soul of the little boss.

But Ba Shan was a little surprised: "Master, his soul, if we kill him, his soul can still run away without death, isn't he going to reincarnate in the underworld?"

Huang Rong looked at him as if he really didn't know, and said, "Didn't you say that you killed the cultivator of the spirit race more than a hundred years ago? At that time, you didn't realize that the cultivator of the spirit race couldn't be killed?"

"Huh, you can't kill, the monk I killed before, didn't he die?"

"The spiritual monks are immortal. Do you think that if you kill his physical body, they are really dead? After his soul escapes, he will return to the spiritual world to rebuild his physical body, but his cultivation level will be reduced a lot. . But after the physical body is cultivated, their cultivation base can be quickly restored."

"So, what kind of monsters are these, they can't be killed!"

Thinking of the immortality of the spirit body, Ba Shan felt a little hairy, and asked Kunpeng: "Master, did the five fifth-level monks I killed just now die?"

"Dead, I will wipe your ass."

"Since there is a way to kill them, then I don't worry about it. Well, let's see how I will kill you so that you can't answer the questions honestly."

What followed was a bloody scene, and the little boss's constant wailing and screaming. But he really was able to stand it up, before the soul left the body, he didn't even ask for forgiveness.

On the contrary, Huang Rong and Mei Chaofeng were horrified when they watched from the side. If Kun Peng hadn't let them watch his soul, they would rather hide far away than watch the horrible scenes.

After destroying the soul, Ba Shan asked: "Master, I finally found that the souls of the spiritual monks have escaped. Can Master teach me the method to kill their souls?"

"Don't worry, there will be opportunities to teach you in the future, but not yet."

"Yeah, Master." He didn't dare to complain.

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