Chapter 2767

Seeing that his body was tortured like this, Zhuo Wen's anger erupted in his eyes.

However, Zhuo Wen was not dazed by his anger, but lay dormant and observed the dark secret room space in front of him.

In this dark room, there are several people. From their clothes, we can see that these people should be servants.

At the same time, in the middle of the dark room, there is a Taishi chair, and Zhuo Wen is no stranger to the man lying on the Taishi chair.

"Bright star river?"

Zhuo Wen looked at the man in the master's chair and frowned, but he had the same side details.

I'm afraid Huang Xinghe was very angry about losing to him in the God cultivation conference, so he caught him and tortured him to vent his resentment.

However, he is a member of the criminal law hall after all, and he is also the first member of the Yun God conference.

Although huangxinghe is the first genius of Huangji aristocratic family, he is a descendant after all. He should not have such a great right to transfer him and detain him in a secret room.

"My Lord! This son is dying. He seems to be dying. I don't think he has any breath!"

A servant respectfully came to Huangxing River and reported Zhuo Wen's situation.

Huang Xinghe said lazily, "this son has been in this state for several months. No matter how tortured, his mind is basically in a vague state, but he has not died. If you continue to torture, he will not die."

After hesitating for a moment, the servant left and began to go deep and take out other torture props.

"Fifth brother, I said, why haven't I seen this Zhuo Wen in the palace in recent months? It's in your secret room!"

A faint voice came. At the door of the secret room, a gentle man came slowly, with a smile on his mouth. People and animals were harmless.

Zhuo Wen is no stranger. He is Huang Jue, the fourth son of Huangji aristocratic family. He has a deep mind and is a cruel character hiding a knife in a smile.

Huang Xinghe glanced at Huang Jue faintly. He didn't care how Huang Jue broke into the secret room, but said faintly: "how can I not know that you care so much about Zhuo Wen, fourth brother?"

Huang did not move his voice and color and said, "in the Yun God conference, I was dressed as a pig and eaten by a tiger. How can I not care about this son?"

With that, Huang Jue went to the cross and looked at the tragedy of Zhuo Wen's body. He couldn't help tutting: "I didn't expect this son to have such a day! But I'm curious that this son's strength is very strong and his cards are even more terrible. Why did he become like this now?"

Huangxing River hummed coldly: "maybe he was evil! The master spent several years, summoned many herbalists and spent many precious divine medicines to restore his mind, but unfortunately, all the methods failed!"

"The master is very kind to you. He tried many methods and couldn't wake up Zhuo Wen, so he's not interested in it. So he gave him to you and let you deal with it! And you're not willing to accept the baby on this son, so use these extreme methods?" Huang Jue answered.

"Fourth brother, don't you want that thing? After all, even master Yuanhui died on it. It can be seen that it's great! Anyway, Zhuo Wen has no use value, and the spirit ring on this son has nothing valuable. I might as well go to extremes. Maybe this method is effective?"

Huang Xinghe didn't even look at Huang Jue, but his eyes fell on Zhuo Wen bound on the cross.

At this moment, the servant has taken more terrible instruments of torture from the depths of the secret room.

Zhuo Wen's spirit hid in the shadow of the corner of the secret room. Listening to the dialogue between Huang Jue and Huang Xinghe, he had a general guess.

He knew that he had killed master Yuanhui and others. At the same time, Huangwu and others also knew the existence of the Houyi divine arrow on him.

At the thought of this, Zhuo Wen was a little helpless. Although he got a sentence of manggu insect, and Pangu holy body transformed into a four-star realm, he had not been able to resist the whole Huangji aristocratic family.

Not to mention the whole Huangji aristocratic family, the great master Huangwu is not what he can deal with now. After all, this is the power that has stepped into the third step of preaching.

Now Zhuo Wen needs to think about how to escape from the Huangji aristocratic family.

The sun moon demon mirror was not placed on Huang Wu, but was kept in a very secret place in the depths of the palace.

When Zhuo Wen's spirit left the sun moon demon mirror, he had silently remembered that place. He was sure that it must be Huangwu's treasure house.

It was the sun moon demon mirror that didn't put on Huang Wu, so after Zhuo Wen took the sentence manggu insect and left, Huang Wu didn't find it at all.

Of course, this is partly the reason why Huangwu did not completely refine the sun moon demon mirror.

If Huang Wu completely refined the sun moon demon mirror and instructed the sun moon demon mirror like an arm, even if the sun moon demon mirror was not with him, Zhuo Wen would find it immediately after leaving the sun moon demon mirror.

"Dig out his heart. I want to see if this guy's heart is still beating!"

At the moment, Huang Xinghe's eyes are cold and he commands the servant at will.

Naturally, the servant did not dare to disobey the order of huangxinghe. He answered, which was to buckle the torture instrument in the heart of Zhuo Wen's flesh.

Huang Jue frowned slightly. He felt that Huang Xinghe's killing the chicken to get the egg, which is really undesirable.

"Five younger brothers, this son still has great use value. There's no need to poison him now?" Huang Jue said.

Huang Xinghe ignored Huang Jue at all, but looked at Zhuo Wen trapped on the cross indifferently, with a cruel smile on his lips.

Zhuo Wen saw that the heart of his flesh was about to be dug out by the servant. Naturally, he couldn't wait any longer.

The spirit turned into a streamer and poured into the celestial cover of the flesh on the cross.

After a while, Zhuo Wen, who was bound to the cross, suddenly opened his eyes.

There was an endless breath of terror in his body, sweeping like a storm.

The servant who had been holding the torture instrument and approached Zhuo Wen to dig his heart could not bear the terrible breath. With a scream, he was torn to pieces by the terrible breath.

Huang Xinghe, who was originally sitting in the master's chair, and Huang Jue, who was standing on the side, all changed their faces. They tried their best to encourage the energy in the body to run around every day to form a thick shield, which blocked all the terrorist attacks around.

However, they resisted reluctantly. While resisting the attack of the breath, they kept retreating.

Finally, when they all retreated to the edge of the secret room, they barely stood firm, snorted, and spit out a mouthful of blood, pale and bloodless.