Chapter 490, dig out your heart and lungs!

Pain.

The pain of the heart.

The pain of cutting meat.

The pain of scraping the bones.

It was like a steel fork piercing the heart, with a crisp 'bang'.

It's like a sharp blade cutting the flesh piece by piece, and then serving it on a plate waiting for others to taste.

It's like a rusty iron knife clucking and scraping on a bone, like a hungry wolf chewing on a bone-------

The pain is not only physical, but also mental.

If the soul is a villain, the dragon nail is a pair of scissors.

Click------

With a knife, the little man was cut to pieces and bleeding.

Inside-out, or outside-in.

Because it hurts so much, it's hard to find out where the pain comes from and where it's going. Anyway, every part and corner you can feel is aching and burning.

This is the unbearable pain of life, the unbearable pain of the body.

Li Muyang's body trembled.

It's not just the body that trembles, but so does the soul.

"Ah-------" Li Muyang exclaimed.

This has nothing to do with cowardice, it has nothing to do with being strong, it's just a normal reaction of the body.

Li Muyang never knew that there would be such pain in the world. The tribulations of that childhood, the trapped dragon array encountered in Futu City, are nothing compared to them.

He wanted to faint, he wanted to die immediately.

But, to his worst extent, he remained sober.

More sober than ever.

He could clearly feel that a nail that seemed to have frozen for thousands of years in an iceberg had been taken out, and then it was slammed into the Heavenly Spirit Cover on the top of his head.

He doesn't just plug it in all at once and let you digest the pain carefully.

It's a slow, little by little insertion.

Where the nail goes, your thoughts converge there, and your attention follows there.

It's like there is a pair of eyes in the sky, which are my own eyes, watching the cold nail insert into my own heavenly spirit cover, every minute, inch by inch.

It's cold and biting, but it feels like there's a wildfire burning above my brain.

It will burn its head to charcoal, to smoke and smoke.

Cha-------

The black Nether Nail was all inserted into the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and the inside of the brain was cold.

Because it's so cold, it's like frost in the brain. The whole brain went blank, and only the cold pain was spreading downward.

All the way down and into the crevices of the bones.

The bone suddenly weighed a thousand pounds, making people feel the urge to reach out and cut the flesh and pull it out and throw it out fiercely.

A nether nail entered the body, and Li Muyang's whole person was about to collapse.

If it weren't for Song Lonely, who was still holding his neck, I am afraid that he would have collapsed to the ground like a dead corpse by now.

Ice and snow, cold winter.

Li Muyang's forehead was sweating profusely, and even the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat.

His face was purple, an abnormal complexion caused by the rapid flow of blood.

His eyelids flickered open and closed, and his eyeballs bulged out like dead fish.

There was saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth, and blood coming out of his crushed teeth.

Song Lonely looked at Li Muyang's dying appearance, and said loudly: "What is the answer?"

"Let go of my sister------ Li Muyang's voice was extremely weak, and he whispered: "Let go ------ my family------ I will tell ------- you ------ ------"

"Looks like you don't understand what I mean. Song Lonely sighed softly.

Why did this kid suddenly become stupid?

"It seems that you don't think one nail is enough. Song said out loud.

He stretched out his right arm again, palm down, palm down.

A transparent ball of light appeared in the palm of his hand, and then the ball of light extended towards the ground, turning into a transparent pillar of light.

Soon, the pillar of light turned black, and then an eerie black mass was absorbed from the depths of the earth.

Those black elemental substances gathered in Song Lone's palm, condensed, and turned into nails.

Then, Song Lone held the black nail and inserted it into the Heavenly Spirit Cover on Li Muyang's head again--------

"Ah-------h

Li Muyang's prostrated body tensed again, and a miserable scream came out of his mouth.

"The answer?"

"Let my sister --------"

"The answer?"

"Let ------ my sister -------"

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Every time Song Lonely asked for an answer, after being rejected by Li Muyang, he would punch a ghost nail into Li Muyang's head.

One after another, the answers were asked eight times, and a total of eight nails were driven.

Song Lonely's right hand hung in the air, and in the palm of his hand was a long, slender nail as black as an ink strip.

He looked at Li Muyang and asked again, "What is the answer?"

“--------”

Li Muyang did not answer.

There was no way for him to answer any more.

Li Muyang's expression was hideous and distorted, looking terrifying and ugly.

His pupils were bloodshot, and his eyeballs bulged out, as if they could burst at any moment.

Li Muyang's head was lowered, his eyelids were closed, and his body hung there like mud.

A strong wind blew, and Li Muyang's body swayed in Song Lonely's palm, like a doll tied in grass.

"You've been struck down by me with eight Nether Spikes. If I hammer this ninth dragon nail into your body again, then ------- you will be scattered, and even the Great Luo Immortal will be unable to save you. Song Lonely's eyes were gloomy, and his voice finally had a hint of anger. "Li Muyang, what's the answer, what's the secret of the dragon clan's longevity?"

“--------”

No one answered.

Li Muyang seemed to have died of pain.

Except for the body that was still twitching.

It's the body's natural reaction when the pain isn't gone.

Song Lonely shook his head and sighed, and said: "The morning light is cold, it just so happens that I am looking for a dragon lamp in the dragon cave, the lamp is made of dragon blood as oil, and it will not be extinguished for ten thousand years, but it can be ambiguous------- but unfortunately, the light began to weaken some time ago, and it looks like it will be extinguished at any time." If I can't learn the way to longevity from your mouth, then I'll take your blood and light a dragon lantern for my granddaughter------"

As he spoke, his palm was raised to the top of Li Muyang's head again, wanting to hit the ninth Nether Nail into the Heavenly Spirit Cover on the top of Li Muyang's head.

"Die-------"

Lu Qingming's body was seriously injured, and he could only watch his son being abused and tortured by Song Lonely.

He endured desperately, desperately gritted his teeth.

He clenched his fists and cracked his teeth.

He was meditating on the Lu family's ancestral "Heavenly King's Heart Method", and quickly restored his body's strength by burning his dantian.

He was going to give Song Lonely a fatal blow.

However, the time that Song Lonely could give him was too little and too little.

It is too difficult and difficult to recover his combat strength in such a short period of time and to be able to give a master like Song Lonely a fatal blow.

When he heard Song Lone say that he was going to drive the ninth Nether Nail into Li Muyang's body, Song Lone couldn't bear it anymore.

His spear fell off the ground, and in order not to attract Song Lonely's attention and vigilance, he didn't even dare to summon it.

His palm reached into the snow and condensed it into a snow-white ice spear.

Then, his body soared up, holding an ice gun and stabbing at Song Lonely's heart.

Cha-------

The snow-white ice gun in Lu Qingming's hand was inserted into Song Lonely's body.

He laughed wildly and roared sadly: "Song Lonely, you old dog------ I finally killed you------ I finally killed you----- to avenge my father-------"

"Stupid. Song Lonely shook his head slightly.

His body shook, and a cyan wave of light struck in all directions.

Rumble---------

The light wave passed, and the surrounding wind and snow were swept away.

Click-click-------

The ice spear in Lu Qingming's hand was cut off from the head of the spear one after another. Then it broke faster and faster, and finally the whole ice gun exploded like foam.

Click----------

Ice slag splattered.

However, Song's lonely body did not do any harm.

The smile on Lu Qingming's face froze, and the blood at the corners of his mouth was still flowing.

His face was covered in blood, and he looked like a madman in a state of madness.

Lu Qingming's eyes widened and he looked at Song Lonely, confused, disappointed, and more unwilling to dissolve.

"How so?"

"Why can't you kill him?"

Song Lonely's raised right hand suddenly slapped towards Lu Qingming.

Cha--------

The ninth Nether Nail was punched into Lu Qingming's body by him.

"Poof--------

Lu Qingming squirted a mouthful of blood, and his body flew into the distance like a paper kite that had dropped its string.

Thump-------

Lu Qingming's body fell into the snow, he stubbornly wanted to get up, his back was straight, his head was tilted up, but he fell back with a 'bang'.

There was no more sound.

At this moment, Li Muyang, who had been in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes shrouded in blood mist, no pupils to be seen, and no whites of the eyes.

His eyes were full of blood, boiling and flowing blood.

Black scales quickly appeared on the back of his hand, and his palm turned into sharp claws in an instant.

When Song Lonely slapped the Nether Nail into Lu Qingming's body with a backhand, Li Muyang finally began to fight back.

Cha-------

He waved his black and sharp dragon claws and dug fiercely into Song Lonely's chest.

Click---------

The sharp claw plunged into Song Lonely's chest without any hindrance, and then he pulled hard, tearing out a bloody wound.

He wants to dig out Song's lonely heart.