Spirit pet creation simulator

Ye Qianxing took out the Thunder Sword and patted the face of the middle-aged man in black, looking very proud.

"What's the matter? Now you are in my hands, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Ye Qianxing had a wicked smile on his face.

Middle-aged man in black: "..."

"Don't talk? You are really tough, but I want to see whether you are tough or just talkative."

As he said that, Ye Qianxing turned his hand, and the Thunder Sword danced a sword flower, and the wound on the broken arm of the middle-aged man in black that had just healed suddenly burst open.

Blood gushed out without cost.

The middle-aged man in black still couldn't move at all, but he still felt it. This kind of pain but unable to struggle or shout was too uncomfortable.

"Still not talking? It's really tough, but I don't believe there are really tough people in this world."

Ye Qianxing looked serious and waved his hand quickly again.

With a puff, a sharp sword light cut the other arm of the middle-aged man in black.

With a sound of "puff", the arm was broken, just like the left arm, and blood was gushing out from both sides, like a fountain.

The middle-aged man in black: "..."

"Still talking, you are really brave, then let you taste the pain of the soul again."

Ye Qianxing said, a black flame jumping on his fingertips.

It was Lingyou's dark flame.

Under Ye Qianxing's control, Lingyou's dark flame entered the middle-aged man in black's eyebrows. The next moment, Ye Qianxing could clearly see a flash of extreme pain in the middle-aged man in black's eyes.

Even his facial expression moved and became a little hideous.

Every part of the middle-aged man in black was imprisoned, even his face was no exception, but at this time he was so painful that he broke through the limit.

He broke free from the imprisonment of his face.

This torture lasted for more than ten minutes before Ye Qianxing took back the small flame of Lingyou's dark flame.

The pain in the middle-aged man in black's eyes dissipated a little bit.

But his eyes and face were obviously much more haggard, and there was even despair and death in his eyes.

"I have to say, you are indeed the most courageous person I have ever seen. After so much torture, you can still stop."

Ye Qianxing gave a thumbs up to the middle-aged man in black, but the latter's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth.

He couldn't even hum a sound.

His eyes were full of anxiety, the kind of anxiety that wanted to speak but couldn't.

"He was imprisoned by me and couldn't speak at all."

Qiuniu finally couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to speak.

Ye Qianxing nodded.

Of course he knew that the middle-aged man in black didn't speak because he didn't want to speak, but because he couldn't speak. After all, he had experienced it himself.

His action just now was actually revenge on the middle-aged man in black. He didn't forget that he was strangled by this guy before and couldn't breathe and couldn't speak. This guy actually kept provoking him.

Humiliation, return a hundredfold, this has always been Ye Qianxing's purpose.

But now that he had vented his anger, Ye Qianxing did not plan to play anymore.

"Well, Senior Qiuniu, untie his mouth."

Qiuniu played the guqin, and the middle-aged man in black opened his mouth wide, and almost at the same time, he blurted out a sentence.

"I say, I say everything!"

Seeing him like this, he was really scared.

The double destruction of body and soul is indeed not something that many people can bear, even if he is a demon soul emperor.

Ye Qianxing did not say any more nonsense. The reason why he did not kill the middle-aged man in black directly, but tortured him in every way, in addition to revenge and venting, there was another purpose, that is, to ask him about the saint.

Ye Qianxing has always been very concerned about whether the saint is Xia Xiaoyu. If he does not ask clearly, Ye Qianxing will not be reconciled.

"I ask you, what is the name of the saint?"

Ye Qianxing asked directly.

The middle-aged man in black was stunned at first, obviously did not expect Ye Qianxing to ask him about the saint.

Seeing this guy in a daze, Ye Qianxing was not polite, and a small black flame appeared on his fingertips again.

The middle-aged man in black was so scared that his pupils shrank suddenly, obviously because of Ye Qianxing's spiritual flame.

"No, I say, I say, the name of the Saint is Dongfang Yuhuang."

"Dongfang Yuhuang?"

The light in Ye Qianxing's eyes dimmed a little after hearing this.

Did he really make a mistake?

However, Ye Qianxing did not give up and continued to ask.

"Tell me about the origin and identity of your Saint."

"Origin? I don't know the origin of the Saint, after all, I am just a small figure in the Holy Soul Hall. I only know that the Saint is the only disciple of the Holy Lord. In the Holy Soul Hall, she is truly second to none. As for the rest, I really don't know, and I am not qualified to know."

The middle-aged man in black said.

"A nobody? Haha, are you taking me for a fool? You are a Demon Soul Emperor, and a high-level Demon Soul Emperor. How could you be a nobody?"

Ye Qianxing sneered, obviously not believing it.

The black flame moved, and the middle-aged man in black was frightened and hurried to explain.

"I really didn't lie to you. Even though I am a high-level Demon Soul Emperor, I am not even an elder in the Holy Soul Hall. In the Holy Soul Hall, you must be at least a demigod to enter the elder level. Otherwise, you are a nobody, without any say, and at most a powerful thug."

The middle-aged man in black was really frightened by Ye Qianxing, so he didn't hide anything at all and directly revealed the combat power of the Holy Soul Palace.

The way Ye Qianxing looked at him did not seem fake.

He didn't have the time or energy to come up with a flawless lie, so Ye Qianxing believed him.

But this only made Ye Qianxing's heart sink even more.

After all, he still underestimated the Holy Soul Palace. Even high-level demon soul emperors could only be thugs, and only demigods could enter the elder level.

This Holy Soul Palace is definitely countless times more powerful than any force in the spiritual world.

"Describe the appearance of the saint."

Ye Qianxing said, but the middle-aged man in black said directly without even thinking about it.

"Her Royal Highness the Saint has always been wearing a veil to show others. In the entire Holy Soul Palace, there are probably no more than five people who have seen Her true face. I don't have the qualifications at all."

Next, Ye Qianxing asked other questions about the Saint, but unfortunately, the middle-aged man in black knew very little about the Saint, and Ye Qianxing could not get any information from the few words.

His brows gradually wrinkled.

"Last question, where is the headquarters of the Holy Soul Palace?"

Since he didn't know about the Saint, Ye Qianxing planned to ask him about the Holy Soul Palace.

He always had a vague feeling that there should be some kind of connection between himself and the Holy Soul Palace.

It's just that this connection doesn't seem to be very good, so he must know more about the Holy Soul Palace.

Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you fight without danger.

"In... Uh-huh!"

The middle-aged man in black was about to answer, but before he could speak, his face suddenly turned ferocious and flushed.

Or should I say his whole body was on fire.

"No, get back!"

Prison Niu's expression changed and he shouted at Ye Qianxing.