"Yang Qinglime, what else do you have to say?" The man's words were like a violent thunder exploding in the field, and it lasted for a long time on this "Thunder God Stage", and it even shattered those qi machines that seemed to be nothing, which showed its strong cultivation.

This person's name is Martial King, the elder of the Five Elements Academy, and he currently has the highest attainment in the "Nine Yang Divine Thunder", so for many years, he has been the executor of the "Double Nine".

"As a human race, I don't regret it!" Yang Qinglime raised her head and looked up at the sky, her eyes were resolute, and she was even more fearless and fearless.

Her words had nothing to do with her crimes, and everyone said that she was delirious from fear.

"This is your last word?" said the warrior king.

Yang Qingling didn't say a word, his gaze lowered slightly, and fell on Yan Li, only frowning, and then turned to Ji Xuanyun with awe-inspiring killing intent.

Ji Xuanyun couldn't imagine that she still had murderous intent towards herself at the last moment, and couldn't help but scold: "Stupid woman, go to hell!"

"The hour has come, please nail through the soul!" the martial king shouted.

"The hour has come, please nail through the soul!" In the cracked slope, a voice repeated the singing, and the sound of the wheels was heard, and several people pushed out a platform with pulleys, on which lay a large box made of ice, which was soaring and cold in the scorching heat.

The platform was pushed to the side of the warrior king, and one of them pulled the board of the ice box to reveal what was going on inside.

This is the Soul Piercing Nail?

Everyone was taken aback, only to see that in the ice box, a total of ninety-nine eighty-one finger-thick nails were buried, the nails were prismatic, with sharp corners on four sides, like star fruit that had been slimmed, with both heads pointed, and the whole body was blue, and they could feel the power of extreme yin emanating from it far away.

Yan Li couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said in his heart that this thing was not only used for execution, but also for fighting methods, and it was also an extremely powerful divine weapon.

"Yang Qinglime, this seat will ask you one last time, but do you have anything to say?" one of the Martial King's hands burned with thunder fire.

"There's nothing to say!" Yang Qinglime closed her eyes.

"Then you can bear it!" The Martial King's eyes shot out, and his hand that lit the thunder fire was already red at this moment, so he reached into the box and took out a nail.

As soon as the soul nail is in hand, the reddened hand immediately floats with a layer of ice white, which shows that if it is not burned, I am afraid that it will be directly frozen into an ice lump. No more words

said, throw it out, and it will not enter the first big hole on Yang Qinglime's body - Guan Yuan.

Guan Yuan acupoint is located in the lower abdomen, directly below the sea of qi, and is the most important point of the human body.

The method of execution is also exquisite, and depending on the order, the victim will suffer differently.

Penetrating the soul into the body, there was no trace of blood, because the wound was immediately frozen, the power of extreme yin invaded the human body and began to cause trouble.

Yang Qinglime only felt that the bones in her body were like being gnawed by ants, itching and painful. She gritted her teeth and did not scream, but resisted the temptation to use the lightning chains to rub against her body to quench the itch, as she had in all the previous moments of her life - never bowing her head and giving in

"I'll see how long you can last!" the Martial King secretly laughed, reached out to take the nail, and threw it.

The second shoulder well point, located at the midpoint of the acromial line, is not critical, but it is also a large point. In an instant, the itching and pain multiplied, and the original degree was unbearable, and if it multiplied, it was impossible for people to resist.

Yang Qinglime bit her lip hard, biting her blood flowing, and her whole body was about to collapse, but she was bound by chains again.

The second one couldn't make her scream, and the audience seemed to be a little disappointed. Their desire to hear is also the violence hidden in their bones.

The Martial King was angry with the audience at this moment, and he couldn't imagine how such a weak woman could have such hard bones. He didn't believe in evil, he didn't hide his sneer anymore, he stretched out his hands, took two and threw them.

This time it's a sea of blood and a pool of wind. The former is just above the knee, but the latter is above the forehead, which is the fatal point of the human body.

The two nails were put together, and Yang Qinglime let out a tattered bellows-like pumping sound from the depths of her throat, the whites of her eyes turned up, and her whole body trembled as if she was sick.

"Oh-" Everyone on the stage was focused.

"It's not called yet!" The Martial King's pupils shrank, which had surpassed the record of three and reached the level of four.

But what about breaking a record, it's not something to be proud of.

When the Martial King arrived at this time, the violence was a little gone, and he wanted to see how long Yang Qingling could endure it. Then he was not in a hurry, but took them one by one and threw them out. However, it lasted until the tenth root.

When the eleventh acupoint was invaded by the soul nail, Yang Qinglime finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out an extremely miserable scream.

As if it was some inducing signal, a scream was issued, not because

After venting, it can be stopped, like a flood that bursts the embankment, wave after wave, merging into a tragic music.

Not just screaming, she was like a manic wounded beast, desperately trying to break free from her chains. The dignified goose egg face is no longer cold, twisted like a devil, showing the ugly side of unknowingly.

"Good !!" burst into applause from the audience, as if they were witnessing the damnation of the most heinous men, but they themselves could not hear their own applause, like the howl of the jackal.

Yan Li was very much like having a nightmare, and when he heard this cheering, he woke up in shock, soaking wet. Looking left and right, the faces of the people around him also flashed with a wolf-like fierce light unconsciously.

He suddenly felt a little sad from the bottom of his heart. As far as he was concerned, Yang Lime was not some mortal enemy, and there was nothing to be happy about witnessing her death, which was why he didn't really want to come at first.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on the driftwood Bingjian who was a few chairs away, her face, in addition to the fierce light, there was also pleasure, indifference, ridicule, and viciousness, and when she noticed that someone was looking, she returned a warm gaze, and her expression became soft, "Brother Yan, do I have flowers on my face?"

He shook his head and forced a smile, "It's okay." Then he looked at Driftwood Bingjian and turned back to the stage, happy, indifferent, ridiculed, and vicious.

But why not?

Even more vicious, to hurt others, to hurt the woman you love.

With a pain in his heart, he closed his eyes and stopped looking. Suddenly opened it again, his eyes shot straight to the opposite stand, and found that Han Tianzi was looking at him, his eyes were cold, hateful, indifferent, hateful.

Yang Qinglime's fate was caused by him, and Han Tianzi, as her fellow disciple, hated and hated herself.

He avoided the other party's eyes, just because he knew how painful hatred was, only this time, only this time, let you go.

Ninety-nine eighty-one soul penetration nails, I don't know how long it took me.

At the end, Yang Qinglime's vocal cords were completely damaged, and the sound it made was even worse than that of the bellows. But if a woman who loves beauty can only make this kind of sound, then she will not say it again even if she dies, and would rather be a mute.

But Yang Lime can't, it's really because it's too painful.

PS: Thank you Zi for the reminder that I have learned, it is a bride price, not a dowry.

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