Lord of the Night

Chapter 846: Body Tempering Fluid [Additional Update for Yizui=Qianchou Alliance Leader]

It’s not that Fang Laoliu didn’t want his son anymore, but he left after making sure that his son was not in danger of life.

And as the top undercover, Fang Laoliu certainly knew that his mood was not conducive to lurking.

Watching others beat his son, his mood fluctuated violently, and people like Sun Wutian might not be able to detect it.

So...

Out of sight, out of mind.

Beat him, I’m leaving.

Boom boom boom...

Fang Che entered the cycle of being beaten again.

I was speechless in my heart: That Lao Deng must have seen it, and he ran away without saying a word...

My father is really... 6!

I have to say that Fang Che is happy, because at the same time, there are three top masters taking turns to beat him and temper his body for him.

I also have to say that Fang Che is proud: Who in the world can do this: let Xue Fuxiao, Sun Wutian, and Fang Yunzheng take turns to teach?

But!

It also needs to be said that Fang Che’s experience is extremely tragic!

There is no harm in such polishing, but who can bear such continuous waves of hell torture?

Just as Fang Che said in his speech: A quick death in battle is just one knife, but what if it is a long-lasting torture?

A word has come true.

Now Fang Che is constantly wandering in hell. Even if this hell is for his good, hell is still hell.

"Your cultivation is progressing very fast, but your body still needs to be tempered, because your cultivation will still grow like this in the future, but your body needs to be polished!"

After two hours of cruel abuse, Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che, who was covered in bruises, smiled with satisfaction, and said: "Now, find a place to soak and absorb the medicinal power with the quenching liquid I brought back for you this time."

"This is the secret of our Weiwuzheng Sect!"

Sun Wutian is very proud.

He really asked Yan Nan to make this thing.

And this thing is indeed something that the guardian cannot get.

Even if you can get a little bit of quenching liquid, you will never get the prescription.

Sun Lao Mo's idea was very simple: Isn't Fang Che's cultivation and physical body perfectly integrated now?

It doesn't matter, I will think of a way to make his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds, right? Isn't the strength of the physical body not enough again?

In this way, can't the things I brought back be used without waste?

This plan is simply perfect.

Besides, isn't it much better for Fang Che to improve like this than to improve only once?

The more he thought about it, the more Sun Wutian felt that he was a genius.

As for the short interval between the two improvements... what's the problem? With me by his side, I beat him all the time, no, I sharpen his martial arts, combat power, soul, consciousness, spirit, physical body...

How could there be such a fault problem?

So Sun Wutian carried Fang Che around for two steps, then came to his senses and threw Fang Che into his own domain space.

He made a pot of hot water out of nothing, which was bubbling with hot steam, and slapped Fang Che naked with a slap, and threw him in naked.

This posture is just like a bald chicken.

The movements are extremely skillful.

Fang Che just entered the potion. Although the heat is hot, he can naturally endure it with his current body, and he doesn't even take it seriously.

But the power of the quenching liquid is beyond Fang Che's expectations!

It's like millions of sharp knives, burning along every pore of Fang Che, and then madly thrusting in.

"Ah~~~"

Fang Che used up all his strength to raise his head and roared to the sky. His expression was ferocious.

At this moment, he really felt what it meant to be in agony!

Sun Wutian sat by the bucket and said seriously: "Now you know how painful it is when the flesh can't keep up, right? So, you still have to practice your current body."

Sun Wutian's expression was very serious.

But even in such extreme pain, Fang Che could feel the old man's tone of gloating.

Although the old devil was trying his best to cover it up, and tried his best to show that "I'm doing this for your own good".

But Fang Che could understand the feeling of "watching the excitement and watching others suffer".

Because he himself was full of this kind of bad taste.

Now he felt that he had really received his due.

Gritting his teeth, he said: "Disciple... can... ah ah ah... can bear it..."

"It's good that you can bear it." Sun Wutian said with relief: "This is just the primary quenching liquid. I will slowly make you better in the future."

"There are more powerful ones..." Fang Che was defeated by this sentence.

He couldn't help but shed tears.

Sun Wutian became more and more happy: "There are more powerful ones that are several times more powerful than this."

Fang Che groaned: "Grandmaster... how long will it take? Oh ah ah... my God..."

"Only one hour." Sun Wutian said lightly.

"Ah ah ah..."

Fang Che couldn't help but groan loudly. Anyway... he didn't have much image. He might as well groan. Shouting a few times can also relieve some pain.

Sun Wutian sat comfortably, legs crossed, listening to Fang Che's screams of pain, and even had time to mock: "I beat you before, breaking your legs and arms... but you didn't scream, I thought you wouldn't scream."

"Grandmaster..." Fang Che asked in pain: "I just want to ask, using this thing... is there anyone who can hold back from screaming since ancient times?"

Sun Wutian thought about it carefully and said, "You really stumped me. As far as I know, there is no one who didn't scream."

Fang Che sighed, "Then I feel relieved. It's not too embarrassing."

Sun Wutian said lightly, "No one will see it even if it's embarrassing."

Fang Che howled for half a quarter of an hour before he finally felt a little adapted.

It's not that the pain has lessened, but that the body has adapted a little.

He slowly regained his clarity, but his face was still twitching and twisted, and begged, "Master... say something else..."

"What do you want to hear?"

The old devil looked at Fang Che's painful expression and was in a very good mood. He said, "It's okay anyway, so it doesn't matter if I chat with you for a while."

"During the time when the master was at the headquarters...how did he kill people everywhere and shock the clowns...I want to hear it."

Fang Che gritted his teeth and said.

Sun Wutian's face darkened for a moment.

During this period of time, there are really few such heroic deeds.

I just ran naked in the sky against the strong wind every day and emitted a foul smell...

Besides, the thing I did when I went to the Wang family to smash things is not worth mentioning.

So he pondered: "The word group of clowns... is well used. But I drank a lot of wine this time back."

Fang Che endured the pain and flattered: "Of course, the ancestor has a high seniority and strong strength, so he is of course a guest of honor for the deputy chief leaders. Many deputy chief leaders rushed to invite him to drink, and the ancestor's face is really great."

Sun Wutian felt embarrassed in his heart. In fact, he didn't drink much wine this time back.

Said: "Yes, yes."

Sun Wutian was willing to tell Fang Che about the situation in the sect, distract his attention, and relieve some of the pain.

After all, Sun Wutian himself knew that the time to give Fang Che real lessons was probably when he was tempering his body fluid every day, and the time was the most sufficient.

And it would be good for Fang Che's future.

This was also Sun Wutian's previous plan.

But he was only worried that Fang Che was now grimacing in pain... Could he remember what he said?

After thinking for a while, he decided to start with something interesting.

"There aren't many other things to do on this trip back. After all, we are the only orthodox sect, and we don't do much at this time. And we rarely put effort into the Guardian Continent... We were really idle at the beginning."

What Sun Wutian said was true.

Although others have been busy looking for the Divine Weasel Sect, he was really idle just running in the sky every day with his bare butt.

"Until some time ago, I wanted to come here early."

Sun Wutian said: "Suddenly, the sect got the news of the Divine Weasel Sect, and then overnight, twelve Divine Weasel Sect bases were attacked with thunder!"

Fang Che was so shocked that he almost forgot the pain.

There is also this matter?

He asked hurriedly, "What happened next?"

"I will lead one team, and several vice-chiefs will lead one team each. We will be divided into twelve teams to attack with all our strength. This is the first time that the Weiwo Zhengjiao has launched a large-scale all-out attack in so many years."

"It's like a lion fighting a rabbit, and it still uses all its strength."

"Seven mountains were destroyed into flat lakes; five small towns were collectively destroyed. More than 10 million people died."

Sun Wutian recalled the battle that day, and his mood was still a bit complicated.

"Ten million people!"

Fang Che was shocked and said, "The Divine Weasel Sect actually has so many people!"

Sun Wutian shook his head and said indifferently, "How can the Divine Weasel Sect have so many people... There are only five strongholds, ambushed in the small town of our Weiwo Zhengjiao. In order to avoid any lucky escape. Therefore, the entire town, all buried alive!"

He said grimly, "Wherever there are people from the Divine Weasel Sect, not even a mouse will survive!"

Fang Che felt a chill in his back: "Even innocent people were killed?"

Sun Wutian said indifferently, "Since the location of the den has been determined, then kill all the civilians, and the remaining people who are still resisting are naturally from the Divine Weasel Sect! Doing this, the goal is extremely clear."

Fang Che's whole body was cold.

For a moment, he felt that the effect of the quenching fluid was not painful at all.

To eliminate a bandit, directly bombard a city?

He gritted his teeth and shouted in the quenching liquid barrel: "Well done! The deputy chief is indeed a man who can do great things!"

Sun Wutian said silently: "Yes, that's what the diehard demons said, and they are as excited as you."

He sat by the barrel, his messy hair hanging down to cover his face. Fang Che couldn't see his expression at all. His voice was grim: "From the follow-up, if we really care about the lives of civilians and launch a search and arrest street battle and other separate battles, I'm afraid that our Weiwozhengjiao masters will lose a lot of losses."

"The Divine Weasel Sect is very strong."

Sun Wutian sighed softly.

It was as if he saw the scene in front of him again when he gave an order, and tens of thousands of masters surrounded and attacked at the same time.

You can see the people below, who don't know anything. Some are still busy, some are opening shops, selling, and walking. There are also many women carrying children on their backs, stuffing a candied haws into their children's mouths with a smile on their faces.

The smoke from thousands of households is rising.

That is the weather in the world.

However, after I gave the order, the entire land, all the buildings, all the people, animals, everything, at that moment, turned into dust at the same time!

The surging blood wave was only red for a moment before it was submerged by the smoke.

A drop of blood splashed high into the sky in the violent shock and fell coolly on my face in the sky.

The underground lair of the Divine Weasel Cult was completely turned upside down, and the remaining masters, with incomplete limbs, screamed and soared into the sky in the rolling dust.

Then Sun Wutian gave an order: "Kill!"