Conference venue.

With the death of Ming Xilong, everything settled.

The sky seemed a little tired, and the heavy rain stopped immediately.

"Five Sects Conference, let's continue!"

"Next, let's discuss who will be the leader!"

Fairy Wen raised his eyes and saw that everything within his sight was ruins.

He sighed sadly and continued to preside over the operation of the Five Sects Conference.

The rooftop sacrifice platform had already been bombarded to pieces, and everyone just ignored some of the red tape etiquette!

Now that it has fallen into this state, there is no need for rituals to offer sacrifices to heaven.

Besides, with so many people in the Dongxu Realm having died in the Ming family, people are not in the mood to host sacrifices to heaven.

The five holy saints stood symbolically at the front, and all the seats present had been destroyed long ago. People could only gather together according to their previous positions.

Many monks in Di Qihai shook their heads with grimaces.

Starting from the holding of the Five Sects Conference in Diqihai, this is the most special one, unprecedented.

It is an unspeakable irony that the most important meeting of Di Qi Hai is held on top of a ruined wall!

…

Afterwards, the five saints each expressed their own remarks, which were actually a bunch of nonsense.

Of course, as the five most powerful leaders in Diqihai, you have to say some nonsense.

Although they had simplified things a lot, a full ten minutes had passed and Fairy Qian, who was the first to speak, had not finished half of what he had said.

Although red tape is useless, people always talk about it.

…

In the Jinluan Palace, under the protection of Pi Yonghong and others, Zhao Chu could finally close his eyes and rest his mind for a while.

It took more than an hour for these five holy sages to finish speaking. If it were slower, two hours would be more polite.

"Senior Qi Guazi, please bring Wang Jiuchi here. I have something to ask him!"

While the five great saints were delivering speeches, Zhao Chu suddenly thought of Wang Jiuchi.

"Um!"

Wen Guazi nodded and threw Wang Jiuchi at Zhao Chu's feet.

The latter was already trembling, and his whole body was trembling like a stranded fish.

Wang Jiuchi was really frightened.

The young man in front of him was an extremely ruthless man who could kill even half a step into the Xuanshi realm. When he executed Ming Xilongdai in a hurry, he showed no mercy at all and had no idea how he would deal with him.

"Spare your life, hero, spare your life!"

After thinking for a long time, Wang Jiuchi raised his head and could only make a very conventional plea for mercy with tears in his nose and no creativity at all.

Wen Guazi observed the surroundings vigilantly, especially the three saints who had not left the Demon Yi Temple.

These people are still coveting Wang Jiuchi, and as long as there is a chance, they will definitely come and snatch him away.

Of course, Zhan Beihai and others are not just following him. Although the saints are speaking, the power of their spiritual thoughts is also monitoring Wang Jiuchi.

"Hmph, I tortured Wang Jiuchi for a month and found nothing. I want to see what Zhao Chu can ask!"

Ming Gusheng has a cold face.

He now wants to eat Zhao Chu alive!

…

"Spare your life!"

"Spare your life!"

"Little hero, spare your life, spare your life!"

Wang Jiuchi knelt on the ground, like a professional slave who had been a slave for ten lifetimes, kowtowing respectfully and begging for mercy.

However, Zhao Chu did not speak.

He leaned forward and sat slumped on the dragon chair, looking down at him lazily, his eyelids only half raised.

Time passes bit by bit!

Ten minutes later, Fairy Wen's speech had ended, but Zhao Chu was still staring at Wang Jiuchi!

A gesture, a look, a cold and lazy look!

Wang Jiuchi was tortured to the point of losing his mind.

You hit me, you scold me, you even burn me with incense, I will admit it.

But you just stared at me so sinisterly, you made me feel so embarrassed.

Not only Wang Jiuchi was surprised.

Everyone present looked surprised.

What is Zhao Chu doing?

Did he fall asleep with his eyes open?

How on earth is he going to torture Wang Jiuchi? Why don't you come up with something practical?

What about the Iron Horse and the Bronze Pig?

What about death by a thousand cuts?

What do you mean by staring numbly like this?

Zhao Chu's action even made the five saints confused.

You insisted on interrogating Wang Jiuchi personally at first, but now that you have been given time, not only do you have no means, but you just stare at him.

it works?

"idiot!"

Ming Gusheng gritted his teeth and stared at Zhao Chu with hatred on his face!

"Spare your life, sir, have mercy on me!"

Wang Jiuchi couldn't help but kowtow, and he almost cried all his tears!

"No, I can't help it anymore. This grandson is too mean. I'm going to give him a few whips!"

"Jiang Xiangyi, lend me your heavenly weapon and ancient whip!"

At this time, Ji Dongyuan took the lead and couldn't bear it anymore.

He picked up Jiang Xiangyi's Broken Void Spirit Treasure, stepped forward and whipped it!

"You bitch, I get angry just looking at you. Third child, if you are too lazy to fight, then I will do it for you!"

Ji Dongyuan whipped Wang Jiuchi's nose crookedly.

However, Zhao Chu did not speak.

According to Ji Dongyuan's understanding, if Zhao Chu didn't speak, it was acquiescence.

Then, Wang Jiuchi’s nightmare came!

"Your grandpa, I'm really angry and I'm worried that I don't have a place to vent my worries. I'll beat you to death, you bitch!"

Snap!

Snap!

The dark whip shadows were like poisonous snakes flying in the sky. At a glance, there were dark shadows everywhere.

"Ah, it hurts so much!"

"Spare your life, spare your life, great hero, spare your life!"

"What kind of torture device is this? Why does it hurt so much!"

Wang Jiuchi was beaten until he was rolling on the ground.

After all, the Shattering Void Spiritual Treasure is different from ordinary magic weapons. It is even covered with some thin space power. Under the whipping of the ancient whip of the heavenly weapon, Wang Jiuchi's skin was torn, and his bones were deeply visible with every whip.

It really hurts.

Wang Jiuchi rolled on the ground, and he even bit off one of his fingers under the severe pain.

But it was useless, Ji Dongyuan's true energy was infinite, and each whip accurately avoided the vital gate and hit Wang Jiuchi's rough skin and thick flesh.

In this way, Wang Jiuchi's life is not in danger, but he is in severe pain and is worse than dead!

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To be continued...