C736 Ruthless
C736 Ruthless
This was the place where the Yang family was imprisoned.
The most secretive ancestral land of the Yang family was the place where the group of unborn ancestors were cultivating in seclusion. Under the feet of these terrifying existences was a small world that was opened up by itself. The name of this small world was' Prison's Prison '.
The so-called' Prison Extinction 'was a place that cut off all hope.
Anyone who was imprisoned in this place was a notorious existence in Immortal Realm. It didn't mean that the Yang family was merciful. It's because these existences are more valuable than dead.
For example, if a Daofather level heavenly demon or a heavenly demon died, they would have no value, but if they were alive, everything they had would be of great use.
After entering the ultimate prison, no matter how terrifying an existence was, they could only howl in despair and wait for death in despair.
Ever since the Yang family left Wind Breaking City, Yang Xiaojun had returned to his Immortal Palace in fear. During this period of time, he didn't do anything. He had been in secluded cultivation, but had secretly contacted Yang Liudao twice.
He didn't dare to be dishonest.
The Yang family had suffered a huge loss this time. It was so huge that no one could bear such a loss. Perhaps even the position of patriarch of Yang Yanzong wouldn't be able to be preserved.
It was true that Yang Xiaojun was cold and heartless. However, he wasn't a fool. He knew that. This matter couldn't be judged. Perhaps he would be in trouble when the time came.
However, he never thought that Yang Yanzong would investigate this matter so clearly so quickly.
Ding!
An extremely soft sound was heard from the Immortal Palace that he had set up layers upon layers of restrictions. All of the restrictions in the Immortal Palace. . . All of a sudden, it was completely broken by an invisible hand. Yang Xiaojun's facial expression changed dramatically. However, before he could shout, the hand grabbed his neck. A dignified Third Grade Of Great Luo Golden Immortal was just like a dead dog that was taken away from his home.
When Yang Xiaojun woke up, his cultivation realm and strength had been completely sealed off.
This was a completely dark spatial zone, and it was filled with an eerie and terrifying aura. It kept floating around him, and it was also filled with countless streams of malicious resentment. Any single stream of resentment could be considered as the scariest and most powerful existence in the Immortal Realm.
"Who. . . Who is it? You. . . Know that I am. . . !"
Yang Xiaojun called out with a trembling voice, but before he could say anything, an extremely cold laughter rang in his ears.
"Useless trash, maggots of the family. You damn thing, you have wasted the resources of the family. Wasting is the most shameful crime! A waste like you, wasting resources, is more than enough to accumulate over a hundred Great Luo Golden Immortal warriors! What a waste! This is a serious crime. Thus, you must atone for the crimes you have committed!"
Yang Xiaojun was scared out of his wits. He finally remembered.
Prison!
This was prison!
"Oh my god!"
Just as he was about to moan, a heavy slap landed on his face.
This slap was so brutal. Yang Xiaojun's cultivation base had been sealed, but his body was still at the Third Grade Of Great Luo Golden Immortal. However, this slap had crushed his entire face.
One by one, his teeth flew out, and dark golden blood splashed out. His minced meat smashed onto the ground, producing a loud sound.
Yang Xiaojun's head buzzed because of the slap. Before he could realize what had happened, another kick landed on his face. It felt like someone had slammed a mountain into his face. His nose had sunk into his face, and his entire face had become flat.
"Stop hitting me, spare me! Spare me!"
Yang Xiaojun didn't have the slightest bit of backbone left. He was so scared that he kept howling. However, the brutal attack was like a storm that came at him.
The physical torture made Yang Xiaojun lose all of his skin.
That kind of intense pain made Yang Xiaojun fall into a trance. Just when he wished he could die, he felt someone violently grabbing him. Then, he was punched in the stomach once again, causing him to feel an incomparably cold Gang Qi. His internal organs felt as if they had been torn into small pieces.
Yang Xiaojun fell to the ground and started twitching violently. However, he couldn't spit out anything. Only a green liquid slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
His gallbladder had been broken by someone.
The pain was so intense that it felt like the pain had been magnified by countless times. It felt like there was a mixer wreaking havoc in his body.
The intense pain caused him to collapse. His limbs were broken inch by inch, and even his bone marrow was flowing out. The intense pain made even a Great Luo Golden Immortal like him to be skinned like a wild dog. He was lying on the ground, trembling, and couldn't even make a sound.
He could only lie on the ground, and let out a sound that sounded like a wisp of smoke.
After this violent beating, two iron hooks pierced through Yang Xiaojun's shoulder blades and hung him up.
No one knew how much time had passed. Yang Xiaojun finally regained a little bit of consciousness. His face had completely changed shape. His eyes were swollen like peaches, and he could only barely open them a little.
"Put him down and wash him clean!"
A gloomy and cold voice suddenly sounded. Soon, Yang Xiaojun was taken off the iron hook. Then, one of the black shadows grabbed one of his legs like a dead dog and dragged him into another room. Immediately after that, a water pillar with a terrifying impact descended from the sky.
This water was no ordinary water. It was Nine of the Immortal Realm who was willing to do anything for you. I'm willing to be your dog. Please, I beg you. I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have brought disaster upon my family. It is all my fault. Please give me a chance! "
Yang Yanzong stared at him coldly, then told him that Taoist Qiu was Yang Qiu.
Yang Xiaojun was dumbfounded. He was lying on the ground with the Yin Profound Water in his mouth. The cold energy was so terrifying that Yang Xiaojun would rather be beaten up by someone than be washed by the water. He was lying on the ground, screaming and begging for mercy. However, no one paid any attention to him.
After a long time, the water pillar finally stopped. Yang Xiaojun curled up in a corner of the room. He was like a wild dog, shivering all over, not daring to make any movements.
A light sound of footsteps was heard. Yang Xiaojun desperately opened his swollen eyes. Finally, he vaguely saw who it was.
He screamed in horror and despair.
"Master, please spare me! I beg of you! I let out an incomparably shrill cry that sounded like a wail.
"Impossible! Impossible! I. . . I. . . Impossible! This damn b * stard, This. . . No, no, no! Chief, it's Yang Liudao, this bastard is setting me up! Wuwuwu, I've been fooled!"
Yang Yanzong said coldly.
" I'm willing to give you a chance! "
Yang Xiaojun was stunned. In an instant, the wild joy of being saved from death made him forget the pain all over his body.
As long as he could walk out of the prison alive, the pain he had suffered before was nothing!
"Yang Qiu, you damn b * stard! The suffering that this noble one has suffered will definitely be added to your body by millions of times!"