Chapter 1517

Seeing the fleeing night owl, Cheng Feng looked calm and calm.

It seems that the escape of the owl has long been expected.

"It's all here. You'd better stop struggling and die obediently!"

While talking, Cheng Feng's ten dragons were rolling.

Show the emperor level martial arts God's hand, hum

A vigorous palm suddenly appeared on the side of the fleeing night owl, and he directly caught it back.

Leave it on the ground, bang bang!

Every bone of the owl was broken, and half of the eight acupoints in his body were destroyed on the spot.

Cultivation was instantly destroyed and became a useless man.

"Cheng Feng... You have abolished my cultivation?"

After the cultivation was abandoned, the appearance of the owl suddenly changed.

From a mediocre middle-aged man, he soon became a young man of about 20 years old.

The young man is thin, dry and determined. He should be the true master of the night owl.

At this time, with blood in his mouth, he whispered to Cheng Feng, "I'm a registered disciple of the deadly Yan Jun. Lord Yan Jun attaches great importance to me."

"You ruined my accomplishments. Lord Yan Jun will surely break you into pieces."

"The named disciple of the deadly Yan Jun? So what?"

Cheng Feng raised his eyebrows and didn't take it to heart. He said in a cold voice, "dare to attack me. Even if it's Yan Jun himself, I'll let him pay the price of bleeding!"

"Arrogance!"

The night owl sneered, "Lord Yan Jun's seizing heaven and earth is a great power to create the realm."

"It's easier to kill you than to crush an ant!"

"Hehe, dare you threaten me when death is coming?"

Cheng Feng's face sank and his killing intention Rose: "in that case, I'll send you to the real hell report now!"

With that, Cheng Feng was ready to kill the owl completely.

"Cheng Feng, don't worry."

At this time, the Dragon Aotian suddenly interrupted: "I have something to ask the owl. It's not too late to do it after asking."

After talking, long Aotian grabbed a black iron box and looked at the owl while drinking wine.

"Owl, do you look familiar?"

Long Aotian holds a black iron box in his hand, which is the thing of the owl.

When the owl saw the black iron box, he said angrily, "the magic box... Really fell into your hands."

"Heaven magic box?" long Aotian raised his eyebrows.

"The magic box contains a trace of magic spirit."

The night owl hated and said, "once it is opened, it will release the spirit of heaven and devil. The seventh most peerless figure in heaven will be eroded by the spirit and become a madman!"

"It's really hateful. I didn't open it in advance."

"Otherwise, I won't fall into this field!"

"The spirit of the devil? Can even the seventh strongest person in the sky erode it?"

Hearing the speech, long Aotian's eyes were shining: "owl, how can this iron box be opened?"

The magic box fits perfectly and can't be opened at all.

Long Aotian tried many methods and had no effect, just like a solid iron ingot.

"Hey, do you think I'll tell you?"

The owl smiled coldly and his face was full of irony.

"Don't tell me? It's a little difficult."

Long Aotian was stunned for a moment and immediately said, "night owl, it's better to do this."

"Tell me the correct way to open the magic box, and I'll let Cheng Feng give you a good time. What do you think?"

"Otherwise, you will suffer a lot before you die!"

"Suffering is just a routine for me."

The owl didn't care: "if you want to torture me, you can do it."

As a top killer, you must have training in the ability to withstand torture.

Threatening owls with torture has no deterrent.

"I heard that there is a kind of criminal law called eighteen layers of hell in your hell gate."

At this time, Cheng Feng suddenly broke in: "the eighteen hell is a slaughterhouse built by integrating the eighteen most cruel criminal laws in the world."

"It is said that no matter how strong willed a person is, he can't go through eighteen layers of hell."

"Because even if his body can bear it, the spirit will collapse and die of pain."

Hearing Cheng Feng's mention of the eighteen levels of hell, the owl's body suddenly trembled.

I have obviously heard of such torture and even experienced it myself.

At that time, the owl was young and had just become a killer in order to show his courage and willpower.

Volunteered to go to the 18th floor of hell.

As a result, only on the third floor, the spirit almost collapsed and escaped.

Since then, the owl has never been to the 18th floor of hell, leaving a psychological shadow.

"Eighteen layers of hell is the unique means of our hell gate."

After taking a deep breath, the owl calmed down his disordered mood and said faintly, "you used it to scare me. You chose the wrong object!"

"Scare you? Hehe..."

Cheng Feng sneered: "I remember the first floor of hell on the 18th floor, which is called the oil pot."

"You should fry people in a hot oil pan and taste the taste of being slowly fried by the boiling oil."

"I happen to have a lot of soul essential oil in my hand. It's no problem to fry your soul hundreds of times."

While talking, Cheng Feng took out a big tripod.

A layer of transparent material was poured into the tripod, which was very clear.

Then Cheng Feng sent out a black fire of hell and baked it under the tripod. After a while, the transparent material in the tripod was splashed with oil.

A faint fragrance sent out, but the owl's face suddenly changed.

"Soul essential oil, do you have soul essential oil?"

Soul essential oil is a kind of oil squeezed from the soul.

This object can nourish people's spirits and is good for the spirits and thoughts of martial artists.

But using this oil in the "oil pot" is a form of torture.

It will constantly nourish people's spirits and keep people in the most sober and perceptive state.

The most important thing is that with the spirit essential oil, the human spirit will not easily collapse and die.

There are enough soul essential oils to torture people for thousands of years.

"Owl, I have not only the spirit essential oil, but also a large inventory."

Cheng Feng smiled faintly: "keep your spirit and live a hundred and eighty years!"

"That's enough, Cheng Feng. I'll tell you how to open the magic box."

At this moment, the night owl knows that Cheng Feng has a way to make him suffer as much as 18 layers of hell.

His mouth twitched, finally gave in and said in a deep voice, "but you have to swear that after I tell you everything, you promise to give me a good time."

"I Cheng Feng said nothing!"

Cheng Feng said, "as long as you don't cheat and play tricks, and do something in the way of opening the magic box, I will give you a good time."

"I hope you do what you say!"

The owl knew he was going to die.

After discussing the conditions with Cheng Feng, he said the way to open the magic box without nonsense.

"If you pour the magic box with magic blood, you can open it and release the gas of magic?"

Cheng Feng's eyebrows picked: "owl, didn't you lie to me?"