C1 Ten years of torture and cultivation techniques that no one could cultivate

Under the dim light in the cold and damp basement.

On a stone pillar that was more than a meter in diameter, Family Wu was tightly bound, and his current state was very bad. His clothes were tattered, his hair was dirty and messy, and his face was covered with dust and dirt. It was impossible to see what he looked like.

But these were not the worst of it. Worse, his limbs had been broken for years, and he was covered in the terrible scars of torture. He looked miserable and pitiful, except for the faint sound of his breath, which indicated that he was still alive.

However, in this dark underground room, Family Wu stayed for a full ten years, and was tortured for a full ten years. He was currently only nineteen years old. From the age of nine until now, he had been trapped here, enduring endless torture. To be able to survive was truly a miracle.

The iron door of the basement was pushed open. A man around the age of twenty slowly walked in. This man seemed to give the impression that he was very, very bad. The word 'bad' was carved into his face. He wasn't ugly or scary, but the sight of him made people feel uncomfortable.

The man walked in front of the still unconscious Family Wu, and coldly stared at his body that was in great pain. From the water bucket at the side, he scooped out a ladle of ice cold sewage and poured it on Family Wu's face with all his might: "You must have slept enough, sleeping too much is not good for your body, wake up."

Under the stimulation of the cold water, the unconscious Family Wu slowly woke up. When his eyes regained their clarity, what entered them was a familiar face that could not be more familiar. Without the slightest bit of emotion, he ridiculed, "Ah, this dog slave greets you. Your father hasn't even woken up, yet you've come to disturb my sleep. "Humph, a servant is a servant, he doesn't have any quality at all."

The man's face twitched. Although he was already used to Family Wu's language and attitude, he was still so angry that his body trembled.

After slapping Family Wu's face ruthlessly, the man scolded angrily, "Bat's body has chicken feathers — What kind of bird are you? Family Wu, you are really tenacious, even after ten years of suffering, you are still able to endure it. However, you are no longer the young master of the Ke clan, and the clan no longer exists. Do you think this will have any effect? You want me to kill you? "Hmph, you won't have a chance."

Ungrateful dog slave, you won't be able to strike me. Gynecologic disease is a disease of the body. I'm not going to leave you alone, I'm not going to leave you alone, but I'm going to leave you with me. I'm going to leave you with me, I'm going to leave you with me, I'm going to leave you with me, I'm going to leave you with you, I'm not going to leave you alone. Kang! "Beauchamp, you are a slob.

There was an uncontrollable shudder that went through his body. I don't know what to do. I am afraid that I will have to pay for the loss of my money, but I will have to pay for the loss of my money, and I will have to pay for the loss of my money, and I will have to pay for the loss of my wealth, and I will have to pay for the loss of my wealth. I will have to pay for the loss of my wealth. I will have to pay for the loss of my wealth.

I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Family Wu clenched his teeth tightly, and allowed himself to be pushed closer to the door as he shouted out. The sound of his voice resounded in the entire basement, along with the smell of meat, making Family Wu unable to resist as he gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth.

He threw down the soldering iron in his hand, and was stunned.

At the same time, on a barren planet that was about a trillion light years away, a strange scene was happening. The environment of this planet was very vile. It was very difficult for ordinary people to live here, but there was a group of strange people living here.

Why do these people sound so weird? It's because these people look very different from normal people on the surface. Regardless of whether they were adults or children, both men and women were covered in scales. There were also two hands with a pair of giant wings on their backs.

This group of people numbered around a hundred and consisted of an old man, forty middle-aged men and women, and fifty to sixty children. In the harsh environment of this planet, it was strange to not feel uncomfortable at all.

Right now, this group of strange people were gathered in a stone forest. It was as if they were doing something important, because their faces were all very serious.

The old man was sitting upright on a black rock, holding a crystal drawing in his hand. He said to the people in front of him in a serious tone, "According to the God Crystal's response, the remnants of our God Tribe have already been located by Fang Tian's people and are currently rushing here. Time is of the essence. Our teleportation crystals have all been used up, so there's no way for us to escape anymore. "

The spectators below all had bitter expressions on their faces. They were all unresigned, unwilling to accept the fact that their power and glory had once been so great. But now, he was being hunted like a stray dog, not even having a peaceful day. Even if he hid in this remote space, he still wouldn't be able to escape?

The old man was also in great pain. He paused for a moment and announced, "Time is of the essence, those who can endure the fluctuations of the Primordial Void Secret Record, begin to assimilate it. As long as one of them succeeds, I will send him away through the blood order. After I cultivate the Primordial Void Secret Record, I will take revenge for the god race. "

With that said, the old man didn't ask what everyone was thinking and directly took action.

The old man drew many mysterious marks with his hand, turning into golden runes and sending them into the crystal scroll in his hand.

The crystal scroll quickly lit up as if it was splitting apart. A series of dim crystal diagrams appeared and flew into the crowd, scattering in all directions.

A crystal picture scroll was floating above everyone's heads. While the crystal picture scroll was floating, they all breathed deeply continuously, as if they were trying to adjust their body's condition.

When the treatment was almost done, all of them sat up in their original territories. He raised his hands high up in the air and made a gesture of 'Tossing Heaven'. The crystal scroll seemed to have received some sort of reaction, and while these people were doing the 'Tossing Heaven' pose, it quickly drilled into their heads.

Just as the crystal scroll entered the heads of these people, more than half of them exploded and died on the spot.

The remaining people didn't have any changes as they didn't react in such a way. It was as if the crystal map's involvement had no effect on them.

Seeing that more than half of the people had died in the first place, the old man's eyes filled with tears. These were all his clansmen. They were the remnants of his clansmen who suffered a great calamity. Now that so many had died, his already battered heart was in even more pain.

Holding back his disappointment and sadness, the old man stared at the remaining people. Worry and anticipation filled his heart. These people were his last hope.

An hour later, a child in the crowd suddenly jumped up high, dancing and laughing non-stop. He looked as if he had just met a great happy occasion. Although he looked very unusual, his smile still felt very cute.

The old man was not happy because of the child's smiling expression, on the contrary, he seemed very worried. He clenched his fists tightly. "Work hard, persevere, endure!"

The child was still laughing crazily. He was jumping up and down while laughing. He was very excited. I don't know what he was laughing at, but he was still laughing, louder and more intensely.

Suddenly, his smile froze. He fell to the ground, dead.

He was actually laughing to death. How strange. Although he was already dead, a smile still hung on his face. It seemed as though he hadn't died in pain.

He couldn't hold it in any longer, and the old man's tears dripped down. Was there no one who could succeed? Would the history of the god race disappear here?

The crowd changed again. After the little boy, there was someone else who did something inconceivable. This time, it was a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's actions left everyone speechless. He had actually taken off all his clothes. Holding onto a large rock, he shouted, "Wife, I finally found you! You have to believe me! If you don't believe me, you can check. I really didn't do anything right compared to you …"

It's not that I don't want to see you, but I want to see you," he said. "I don't want to see you, but I want to see you." "I want to see you," she said.

After speaking to the large rock affectionately for a long time, the middle-aged man was so excited that his entire body was trembling. He held his big rock wife tightly, tears streaming down his face. Then he fell to the ground, lifeless and dead.

The eerie event wasn't over yet, and everyone else had also quickly changed.

Some laughed out loud, while others cried out in pain. There were even people who were doing crazy actions, maiming themselves or crazily attacking the people beside them. The scene was extremely chaotic.

The old man was crying as he watched the scene. He couldn't help, when assimilating the Primordial Void Secret Record, he could only rely on himself, and the others would only help more. He could only watch, muttering, "Hold on, hold on …"

However, things went against his wishes. Very soon, someone fell to the ground and died without any warning. One after another, in just a few hours, they had all died.

The old man remained silent for a long time, then stood up shakily, spitting out black blood for a while. He threw his head back and howled, "AHH!

In the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds surged, the sky and earth changed color, the old man raised the crystal painting high up in the sky, "The Primordial Void Secret Record, ah, the Primordial Void Secret Record, as expected, will not end well for you. "Our god race has been destroyed by your hands, hahahahahahahahahahahah ~ ~ ~"

Laughing wildly, the old man roared to the sky, "The god race won't have cowards. Since I'm the only one left, then let me describe their final glory. Fang Tian, I want you to pay the price for your actions." "Ahhh! Blood Token Transformation – Blood Power."

Accompanying the old man's angry roar, a blood-red token shot out from his body. It then rotated rapidly and gradually formed a strange character that was floating in the air.

This passage of text was very primitive and could not be recognized by archaeologists. Even if you were an archaeologist, you wouldn't be able to recognize it. It was simple, but it encompassed the essence of heaven and earth. Every stroke was natural, seemingly simple but extremely complex.

The old man stretched out his hand, and the words floating in the air began to revolve and enter his body. In an instant, the old man's body was covered in a monstrous blood mist.

The strong Aura exploded from the old man's body, and continued to grow. The planet beneath his feet instantly shattered. The old man's Aura spread out and enveloped a large portion of the universe, causing the entire space to tremble under his Aura.

When the old man's Aura stopped growing, with a wave of his hand, it created a huge black hole in the universe.

Standing in the starry sky, the old man raised the crystal painting in his hand, "Primordial Void Secret Record, my clan shone brilliantly because of you, but it was all because of you. "I can't blame you for anything, now that I've sent you into the vast void, you can belong to whoever is fated to you …"

With that, the old man raised his hand and shattered the void, throwing the painting inside. The air was like a vacuum and the crystal scroll was thrown into it. Immediately, it turned into a stream of light as it flew through the air and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The old man returned to the void, his desire to do battle soaring as he charged into the starry sky, his face filled with hatred. Before his vitality ran out, the final battle was about to begin.

Family Wu had just awakened from his coma, and looked at the new wounds on his chest, and then looked at his broken limbs.

Helplessness, bewilderment, sorrow, anger, despair, and the complex look of hatred kept flashing across his face. But what was the use of all that? Unless a miracle happened, how could he get rid of it all?

Right at this moment, the space in front of Family Wu trembled, and a crystal scroll appeared out of nowhere. Before Family Wu could react, it shot into his head with a 'whoosh' sound.