After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Yu Xiang's voice began to tremble slightly.

"My shock at that time was beyond words. I thought, where did this Yuan Qi come from to have the courage to take Tu Shan Boyan's blood captive to the East China Sea? Yuan Qi seemed to have seen my thoughts, so he said, Tu Once Shan Boyan died, he would most likely know the secret of the spirit tablet of the Fox Clan. The patriarch should know what the spiritual tablet on the altar of the Fox Clan represents, right? The spirit power in the spirit tablet of the fox tribe is in his hands, so He Chou has no spiritual power to use. It's just that this little thing has very hard bones. I tried the torture in the East China Sea, but it didn't work, so I borrowed the patriarch's spirit burning lamp to use it. "

"At that time... I really needed spiritual power, so, so..." Yu Xiang lowered her head in frustration, a little unable to say the following words.

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and said, "So, you burned his spiritual roots, burned his spiritual power, and even burned his pupils."

"You guys are really good means."

Zhao Yan's eyes were like two sharp knives made of frost, piercing coldly towards Yu Xiang.

Yu Xiang's shoulders also collapsed, and she said in a trembling voice, "I know, I'm sorry for that child. I, I'm sorry for him. I'm simply a heinous bastard."

"Ah."

Zhao Yan twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, and said: "Your confession is meaningless, so don't waste your tongue. Then say, later—how."

"Later... in order to force that child to speak, Yuan Qi used a spirit lamp to burn one of his spiritual roots every three days until all nine roots were burned."

Zhao Yan suspected that he heard it wrong: "How many do you say?"

"Nine roots."

Yu Xiang's tone is still full of disbelief: "A normal heavenly root has five spiritual roots. Even Yuan Qi didn't expect that that child had nine spiritual roots in his body."

"It's just that what Yuan Qi didn't expect was that the child still didn't speak until all the nine spiritual roots were burnt. It's really unbelievable. No one can bear such pain."

"Continue." Zhao Yan's voice was a little careless.

Yu Xiang said: "When Yuan Qi was angry, he threw him into the waters where the man-eating monsters gathered. I felt ashamed, so I quietly rescued him when I left the East China Sea."

"I originally planned to take him back to Yu, but unexpectedly he sneaked away while I was sleeping on the way."

Zhaoyan's figure froze in the darkness, motionless like a petrified statue.

Time passed slowly in the long silence.Yu Xiang sighed sadly: "I have been deeply ashamed of this matter for these years. It is like a blunt knife, sharpening my conscience all the time... So when I saw Yuan Qi's 'personal letter' Afterwards, without any doubt, I rushed to the appointment at the time and place specified in the letter."

Zhaoyan didn't answer, and asked for a long time, "When you burned his spiritual root, was he conscious?"

Yu Xiang was startled, and nodded in shame and embarrassment.

"Each spiritual root is composed of countless spiritual veins. The pain of burning the soul is equivalent to burning all the spiritual veins of a person's whole body. Even in a coma, it is impossible to completely lose consciousness. Back then, that child was just A little spirit fox that has just turned a hundred years old, the sins we committed are indeed devoid of conscience..."

As soon as the words were finished, Yu Xiang felt a surging, majestic, sharp murderous aura rushing towards his face, instantly knocking him over the wall half a foot away.Yu Xiang fell to the ground unexpectedly, very embarrassed, and when she raised her head again, she saw Zhao Yan's eyes shining with ice-coldness in the dark night.

"Your Majesty..."

He was hit by that strong spiritual force so that he spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Zhaoyan in surprise.

Zhao Yan asked blankly: "Besides you and Yuan Qi, are there other people involved in this matter?"

Yu Xiang coughed and nodded: "There is another person, wrapped in a black robe, I didn't see his face."

"Height, body shape, accent, weapons, spells, and spiritual power."

"This..." Yu Xiang recalled carefully for a moment, and said cautiously: "Medium build, average height, not counting Kong Wu, slightly lower than Yuan Qi, but he acted very cautiously, and never spoke in front of me. Speaking, did not reveal weapons and spells."

Zhao Yan turned around and walked out.

Yu Xiang called urgently: "Your Majesty—"

Zhao Yan twitched the corner of his mouth sarcastically, and said indifferently: "You also know that the crimes you have committed are beyond conscience."

"Yuan Qi's death can't satisfy the hatred in my heart, let alone you."

After throwing this sentence, he walked away, leaving Yu Xiang sitting on the ground in shame.

**

After leaving Yulong Terrace, Zhao Yan went to the Demon Locking Terrace, because there are not only high-level monks who can be invincible against a hundred in the Demon Locking Terrace, but also the best medical practitioners in the entire western territory who are good at restoring spiritual power.

The affairs of Suoyaotai have always been in charge of Dazhu Kingdom Qiu Ye, and Zhao Yan rarely intervenes. This can almost be called the first time that the new king has visited this place since he succeeded to the throne.

The medical practitioners who were on duty rushed to the main hall to welcome him in a panic. After hearing the purpose of the new king's visit, they all opened their eyes wide in shock.

"The spiritual root burned by the burning lamp?"

On the one hand, everyone was shocked that there really was such an ancient evil as the "burning lamp" in the world, and on the other hand they were shocked by the cruel facts narrated from Xin Jun's mouth.

"The Burning Spirit Lamp is a top-grade spiritual tool that claims to be able to burn all living things in the world. It is extremely powerful. When the flame array in the lamp is activated, even the overhaul that has successfully ascended will not dare to come within three feet of it. The ministers and others usually Most of the repaired spiritual roots and veins are scattered by external forces. Even if the injured person's essence is destroyed, as long as he uses the summoning technique, there will still be fragments to be found in this world. But the burning lamp is different, the power of the burning lamp Too big and too strong, all the spiritual roots burned by the burning lamp are really burnt to ashes, and there are no fragments left. Even if the gods are alive, it is impossible to restore the burned spiritual roots. In addition—— "

"What else?"

The doctor said: "Your Majesty, forgive me, but I still have one thing that I don't understand. The pain of burning the soul is not something that ordinary monks can bear. Even if the spirit root is burned, even if they don't die, they will lose all senses and lose half of their lives. It is impossible to live like a normal person in this life. Is the person whose spirit was burnt mentioned by Jun Shang still alive?"

Zhao Yan nodded slowly.

The doctor said again: "But as I said, the five senses are completely useless, the hands have no strength to restrain the chicken, or lie in bed for a long time, unable to walk on the ground."

The air was silent for a moment.

Zhao Yan said: "No, he is very normal, no different from ordinary people. He can even control high-level magic weapons."

All the doctors immediately went into an uproar.The doctor who spoke just now almost blurted out: "This is impossible."

The air was silent again.

The doctor realized that he was impolite, and was about to bow his head to apologize, when Zhao Yan asked softly, "Why is it impossible?"

Because the tone and attitude of the new monarch were far from the violent and domineering temperament in the rumors, the medical trainee was stunned for a moment, and then said: "As I said just now, a person whose spiritual root has been burned and lost all five senses is equivalent to If you lose the ability to practice forever, how can you control a high-grade weapon."

"According to what you said, if that person is like my wolf clan, who is born with a spirit, after the spirit root is burned, can he still transform into a spirit?"

The doctor said without hesitation: "If you suffer such a severe injury before the spirit is transformed, of course it is impossible to transform the spirit. Your majesty is also a practitioner. You should know that transforming the spirit consumes more spiritual power than controlling the spirit weapon."

Speaking of this, the medical cultivator just realized what was going on, and said in astonishment, "Your Majesty just said 'he is no different from ordinary people'. Could it be that this person has successfully transformed after his spiritual root was burned?"

Zhao Yan didn't speak again, his hands hanging in his wide sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, trembling slightly.

The doctor was still muttering to himself: "This, this is impossible."

Zhao Yan said: "If what I said is true, how can that person... be able to do it?"

"This……"

All the doctors were keenly aware that the air pressure in the hall was gradually decreasing, and their heartbeats were racing. After a long time, one of them whispered: "Perhaps, this desperate effect can be achieved by using some kind of forbidden technique."

"Forbidden?"

"Yes, those who cultivate the Tao pay attention to letting nature take its course, and the forbidden technique can reverse this law by relying on the power of formations or spells."

"What is desperate?"

"Since it is a forbidden technique, the user will naturally have to pay the price. Moreover, the better the effect of the forbidden technique, the greater the backlash the user will suffer. This is the reason why the so-called injury to the enemy is eight hundred and self-injury is one thousand."

Some blurred images suddenly appeared in Zhaoyan's mind, some images that he couldn't understand before but now he suddenly realized. However, the pain he exposed was so real that it couldn't be faked.

For another example, in the valley last night, that little thing stirred up a force that could rival him.

Thinking about it now, the so-called "Old Trauma" did not happen by accident, but only appeared after he used the high-level weapon, the knife called "Duan Shui".

How much did he hide from himself?

How severe the torment is, it will make such a little thing with a tenacious will, a strong heart, and who is extremely vigilant to people, things, and even the surrounding plants and trees become unconscious more than once, and expose his most vulnerable side to others .

Zhao Yan finally asked: "The forbidden technique, will it affect the life span?"

The doctor couldn't understand the inside story, so he just replied respectfully: "The moment the caster uses the forbidden technique, it is equivalent to selling himself to the king of Hades. Every time he breaks the forbidden technique, every time he retaliates, his life is in danger. Come to think of it, This person should have extremely deep obsessions and desires, so he put all his eggs in one basket and took this risky move."

obsession, desire.

Mu Hua's cold voice echoed in his ears again like the sound of cracking strings.

"Do you know what he likes, what he hates, what he desires, and what he longs for."

He... knows nothing.

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