Chapter 2979 Torture 4
After all, Fan Qianshi had dealt with Di Fuyi, the Lord of the Way of Heaven, countless times, so he still knew a little about the skills of the Lord of the Way of Heaven.
Dihao's move is similar to a certain kind of kung fu that Di Fuyi used when he was the master of the way of heaven, and this kind of kung fu can't be used even by Di Fuyi now!
Little Dihao is just Di Fuyi's adoptive son, how could he use this kind of kung fu? !
With a wave of his hand, the blood-red long sword condensed into shape again in his palm, but this time he didn't aim at Fenzhulong, but pointed directly at Dihao's eyebrows: "Who are you?! How can you use Yuanyang Shield?! "
His voice is sharp and murderous!
Dihao swallowed a mouthful of blood gushing up his throat, and smiled: "Guess?"
Fan Qianshi sneered: "Don't tell me? This deity has his own means to make you tell the truth!"
Twirling a formula with his fingers, the sand around Dihao's body suddenly rustled, and countless thorn bushes emerged from the ground, and the sharp needles on the thorns shone with a cold green light, entangled towards Dihao!
This is the soul-binding thorn, once this kind of thorns entangle the soul, all the sharp thorns will be pierced into the soul, causing the soul to be extremely painful, as if it is about to be torn alive! No matter how tough the soul is, it can't bear this. Generally speaking, they can say whatever they want, just want to get rid of this torture as soon as possible...
This kind of punishment was researched by Fan Qianshi himself. He has dealt with countless souls over the years. It can be said that he has tried everything. Now he is using this punishment on Di Hao. I don't believe that a child like him will not do it!
The thorns hadn't tangled up in front of him, but the evil spirit had already rushed towards him.
Dihao naturally knew the pros and cons, but his body was so weak now that it was difficult for him to stand up independently, let alone avoid it!
Seeing those thorns entangled like fierce snakes, he had no way to repel them at all, so he closed his eyes involuntarily, preparing to fight hard for a while...
"Huh!" Fenzhulong suddenly rushed over sideways, and a corner provoked Di Hao who was on the ground!
And those thorns climbed up the body of the powder candle dragon like a poisonous snake...
Fenzhulong raised its hair and let out a mournful wail. Obviously, the thorns also made it extremely painful, and it subconsciously wanted to fly, but those thorns tightly entangled its claws, and quickly spread to its body as if alive. His target is still Dihao!
Of course, the place where they spread is also like rows of needles piercing into the body of the powder candle dragon, and the severe pain makes it tremble like a leaf fluttering in the wind and rain...
"Put me down, let's go!" Dihao struggled against its horns, he couldn't escape anyway, he didn't want to hold the pink candle dragon back.
"No!" Fenzhulong was still trying to break free from those thorns and flew up.
This little boy has been its only playmate for so many years, and it doesn't want him to suffer...
"I didn't expect you, a short winter melon, to have such loyalty." Fan Qianshi chuckled, and there seemed to be a chill in his laughter: "If this is the case, then you two must be in the same boat!"
Fingers pinched one after another, and the thorns climbed faster on Fenzhulong's body!
A sharp horn of a thorn has already climbed up to Dihao's ankle, and Dihao's ankle suddenly hurt, as if a thorn pierced through the blood in his ankle, and then grew rapidly inside——
His little face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat trickled down his temples. He didn't cry out in pain, but laughed loudly: "Fan Qianshi, no wonder you, the creator god, can't really rule this world, so you have become a demon!"