After all, Fan Qianshi had had countless dealings with Emperor Fuyi, the Lord of Heaven, and he still knew a little about the skill he had learned about.

Di Hao's move is similar to some skill when he was the Lord of Heaven, and even Di Fuyi cannot use this skill even if he is the current Di Fuyi!

Xiao Dihao is just Di Fuyi’s adopted son now. How could he use this kind of kung fu?!

With a wave of his hand, the blood-red sword condensed and formed in the palm of his palm again. However, this time he did not go for the pink Zhulong, but pointed directly at Di Hao's eyebrows: "Who are you?! How could you use Yuan Yang Shield?!"

His voice was loud and his murderous intent was impressed!

Di Haoqiang swallowed a mouthful of blood that surged into his throat and smiled: "Guess?"

Fan Qianshi sneered: "Don't you say it? I have the means to let you tell the truth!"

After twisting a magic trick with his fingers, the sand around Di Hao suddenly rustled, and countless thorns emerged from the ground. The pointed needles on the thorns flashed with a cold green light, and they wrapped them towards Di Hao!

This is the Soul-Binding Bramble. Once this thorn entangles the soul, it will pierce all the spikes into the soul body, causing the soul to be extremely painful, as if it is about to be torn apart! No matter how hard the soul is, it cannot stand this. Generally, it says whatever it is, just to get rid of this torture as soon as possible...

This kind of punishment was developed by Fan Qianshi himself. I don’t know how many souls I have dealt with over the years. It can be said that he has tried every means. Now he uses this punishment on Di Hao, and he doesn’t believe that he, a child, will not be able to take it!

Before the thorn was entangled, evil spirits were already coming to the face.

Di Hao naturally knew the pros and cons, but his body was so sore and soft that it was difficult to stand up on its own, let alone avoid it!

Seeing the thorns coming like fierce snakes, he had no way to fight them back. He couldn't help but close his eyes and prepared to slap them for a while...

"Huh!" Pink Zhulong suddenly rushed over, and one corner raised Di Hao on the ground!

And those thorns climbed directly onto the body of the pink candle dragon like poisonous snakes...

The pink candle dragon raised his head and let out a shrill wail. Obviously, the thorns also made it extremely painful. It subconsciously wanted to fly, but the thorns tightly wrapped around its claws and spread rapidly towards it as if they were alive. Their target was still Di Hao!

Of course, the place where they spread was like rows of needles piercing into the body of the pink candle dragon. The severe pain made it shiver like leaves floating in the wind and rain...

"Let me go!" Di Hao struggled on its horn, but he couldn't escape anyway. He didn't want to pull the pink candle dragon on the back.

"No!" The pink candle dragon was still trying to break free from the thorns and fly.

This little boy is its only playmate in so many years, and he doesn't want to let him suffer...

"I didn't expect that you, the short winter melon, would have such loyalty." Fan Qianshi chuckled, and there seemed to be a chill in his laughter: "Since that's the case, then you will be in trouble together!"

With fingers, the thorns climbed faster on the pink candle dragon!

A sharp corner of a thorn had climbed to Di Hao's ankle. Di Hao's ankle suddenly hurt, as if a sharp thorn pierced through the blood vessels at his ankle, and then it grew rapidly inside-

His little face turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat flowed down his temples. He did not scream in pain, but instead laughed: "Fan Qianshi, no wonder you, the Creator God, cannot truly control this world. It turns out that you are a demon!"
Chapter completed!