In the dark secret room, Shen Lianji approached Zuo Ye step by step, and the crisp sound of his footsteps was like a bell striking people's hearts, as if death was hovering and approaching in these steps. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burn^Text^Library][]. [774] [buy]. []

Zuo Ye still kept his head down, as if he was dead. Shen Jiji didn't care, and said to himself: "Which thing should we start with, is it your eyes or your tongue." Oh, the scale worms that you put in your ears last time have come to the first few. It's a pity that insects only eat dead meat, but you don't know how to toss and bite in your head. As he spoke, Shen Zhuji was still nervous and savagely picked up Zuo Ye's ears and sniffed and sniffed. Left night really surprised me, so surprising to me. You have a special physique, right, you must have a special physique, but what kind of physique will you be, Taixuan? Soul Swallowing Treasure Body? Vajra angry Buddha body? It can't be a waste body of the forbidden heavens, too desolate gods, right? Haha, if it's really too desolate, it's a good match for you waste, don't you say! ”

Shen Zhiji laughed maniacally, desperately broke Zuo Ye's neck, and slammed into the corner of the chair, and from the second blow onwards, blood splashed. Shen Zhiji completely ignored Zuo Ye's suffocation, and wanted to break it. There was bloodlust and madness in his blood-red eyes. After being tortured for a long time, Shen Zhuji became indifferent again, and turned around to fiddle with the props on the stage. I only heard the sound of ticking blood, and dark red blood stains soaked Zuo Ye's whole body.

"Alright boy, we should get started." Shen Lianji suppressed the excitement in his heart. Every time he tortures Zuo Ye, he can enjoy the hearty pleasure. It was the smell of blood that really made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself, which made Shen Lianji reluctant to let go of Zuo Ye**, and tortured him to death again and again, reluctant to hand him over.

After picking for a long time, Shen took the opportunity to pick up the lancet that was as thin as a cicada's wings, his eyes flashed, and his scarlet tongue **** his mean lips, "This time I will add a spiritual poison that increases my five senses by seven hundred times, I hope you can let me enjoy it for a while." Shen Xianji's tone was calm, and the smile on the corner of his mouth made people shudder.

Every time before doing it, Shen took a deep breath, he was very fascinated by the atmosphere at this time, like the most skilled artist in history holding a carving knife to the most satisfying material in his life. Consider where the first knife should be, and how the next knife should be amazing, reflecting the charm of creation.

When Shen Ji** was excited, the lancet in his hand cleanly cut the artery of the left night, and a puff of hot blood splashed all over the wall. Shen took the opportunity to lick the blood stains in his hands, and the bloodthirsty look in his eyes became more and more crazy.

"Yes, yes, what a mysterious blood, what a fascination with the taste." Shen Jiji's demeanor became more and more crazy, cutting one knife after another and constantly stopping, waving his arms, as fast as a shadow, and every time he rose and fell, he could take away thin slices of flesh and a large amount of blood.

Left Night's consciousness was awakened by pain as early as the first stab. The pain is magnified by 700 times, and even if it is just a small opening, it will be a thorough pain of bone pulling and cramping in the perception. His throat bone was snapped, and now he could only howl like a beast, in a state of madness. Shen Jiji saw him tortured and unable to break free. The more fierce the resistance, the more excited he became.

"That's it, that's it, that's it, our game begins, remember to count the knives, you will be punished if you count wrong." Shen Zhuji has a quirk, that is, every time Ling Chi will let the other party count the number of knives he has endured, and if he counts wrong, he will be punished with more brutal torture.

"One, two, three...... Ninety-eight, ninety-nine...... Eight hundred and thirty-nine ...... A thousand ...... "If the fallen abyss cannot be redeemed, one can only pray for liberation through the calamities of eternal purgatory."

"Ah, what a mess." The clear heart lake suddenly fell into a piece of filth, like Bai Lian getting a little ink, even if it was insignificant, it was so eye-catching. The unconscious Zuo Ye unconsciously opened his mind, looked at the flesh and blood scattered all over the ground from a third perspective, and watched how cruelly Shen Lianji abused himself. He had fainted, but in his consciousness there was another voice laughing at him with great clarity.

"Heh, it's really embarrassing. Why are you always so embarrassed, despised and criticized by the world, even your parents and relatives would rather abandon you and protect your brothers and sisters, you obviously have the power to return to the ruins, but you are still humiliated by the perverts of the cheap race, you are too weak. The earth-shattering power of Hongmeng's pupil, the desolate divine body, the demonic talent, and the comprehension of the Dao God have all been ruined and buried by you, do you say that you are a waste! You say you're not damned! Left Night! ”

Click...... Cha!

The filth that fell into it was frantically polluted and assimilated with the power of thunder, only in the breath, the heart lake turned into a deep black sea, the blue sky was no more, the catastrophe condensed thousands of dark clouds, and the thunder and wind swept and raged, as if reproducing the catastrophe of the end times.

Between the sea of clouds, the black flames were monstrous, and a figure in the depths of the black flames shattered the state of mind that was like a spider's web.

"Since we have reached the extreme of despair, let's bury the whole world!" Sen Ran's cold tone was like a demon monarch who was messing with the heavens, entrenched on the throne, with one hand on his head, sitting coldly and watching the millions of living beings in the world be destroyed, and a single thought doomed the heavens and all worlds to collapse and annihilate.

The black flames flew away and burned incessantly, like countless torches planted in the lake. The figure is like the embodiment of darkness, leaving the world**. The waves of the Black Sea were as smooth as a mirror under his feet, and he did not dare to make a mistake and anger the emperor's might.

Shen Lianji, who was originally unscrupulous and crazy sadistic, felt that the world in front of him was thunderous, but it only felt that it happened in a thought, and even he thought it was wrong. But then he seemed to have made a surprising discovery.

"Awareness?! You actually have a mind, you are just a quenching body, how can you open up the sea of knowledge and have the mind?! In the midst of the surprise, Shen took the opportunity to clasp his palm on the left night heavenly spirit, and his mind penetrated roughly, although the sea of knowledge in the left night had been blessed by Zuo Hanshi and Xiao Qingcheng, but it could not withstand the mental ups and downs of Zuo Ye's life and death these days, which weakened the power of blessing.

Although it was only a slight sight, Shen still caught the clues.

"Haha, it's not that I've eaten the treasures of heaven and earth, but it's really the sea of knowledge. You surprised me so much, after your special physique, you still have innate knowledge of the sea, you have been pretending to be a fool all these years just to cover up these secrets, right? Shen Xianji laughed wildly, and Zhinian hit Zuo Ye's Zhihai without scruples, wanting to stir up a spiritual storm.

"Seriously, even I am a little frightened by the degree of your wickedness, if it weren't for the changes in the alliance, I would really like to take you into custody and enjoy it for a few years." Shen took the opportunity to pierce two lancets directly through the left night's legs and fix them on the chair.

Zuo Ye, who should have been howling and crying, didn't say a word at this moment.

It's just that Shen Lianji looked excited, and he didn't notice the change in Zuo Ye at all. "After hollowing out the secrets on your body, I originally wanted to find a replacement ghost to replace you, but unfortunately your talent terrifies me, I will not let go of any existence that can threaten me to live in this world, even if you can't have this opportunity."

Shen Jiaoji fiddled with his purple-black nails, two inches sharp flowing with metallic luster. His real weapon is not the props that tortured Zuo Ye, but his ten fingers, cutting gold and breaking jade is a trivial matter, and it is not a problem to resist magic weapons.

Shen Zhuji's killing intent was like thunder, like substance. When I forced to look at the left night, I was already a knife and a fish.

"It's over, and I'll miss all the joy you've brought me during this time." Shen Jiji's smile was gloomy, and his shot was like an electric switch, without giving in, and he stabbed straight into Zuo Ye's eyes. If this is done, Zuo Ye's head will be pierced through two large holes.

It's just that the end of the story is far from ending here. Just like when the wind and fire forest and mountain realm were in the realm, Zhang Zhixin's Jedi fight, and the same slightly familiar piercing sound echoed in the dark room, echoing in the ears of the two.

Psychic!

A little drop falls on the heart lake, setting off shallow ripples.

In the world of Shen Jiji, it seems that 10,000 years have passed. Time stood still, and his body was like electricity, his fingertips pierced the blood droplets dripping from his left night eyes, and even each other's breathing was still. Now Shen Zhiji's consciousness is still there, but the mana vitality in his body is gradually being drained, his body begins to chill, and a long-lost fear of death swells up in his heart.

"This, this ......" Shen opened his mouth, but he didn't have the strength to say anything.

"It's over" With a soft shout, the faint Zuo Ye suddenly opened his eyes, allowing Shen Zhiji's fingertips to cut through his eyes, and his gray eyes suddenly turned into hideous bloody eyes. The two were separated by a stone's throw away, and perverted like Shen couldn't help but feel cold in his heart when he saw these eyes that seemed to be reincarnated Shura.

Easily broke free from the shackles of his hands and feet, and his wrists and neck joints made a 'crunch' sound when he moved his wrists and neck joints in the left night, and only then did he glance at Shen Jiaoji, his cold eyes did not carry a trace of emotion, more like the extinction of human nature. Unexpectedly, Zuo Ye didn't say a word, his hand was like electricity, only to hear a 'squeak', and the fingers poked in front of him were missing two. For his broken two fingers, although Shen Lianji was in deep pain, he could bear it. But Zuo Ye's changes made him so surprised that it was difficult to regain, unlike the previous weakness and decadence, Zuo Ye at this time was the decisive Demon King, with a strong momentum and a cold bone.

"Who are you?" Shen was in a trance, half like gibberish, half like serious analysis, staring at Zuo Ye who was sitting in a chair.

"Your stupidity, it's not a pity to die!"

The thought flickered, and the miserable green ghost fire ignited around the chair, as if it came out of the nine shadows, each flame seemed to contain thousands of resentful souls roaring, the flames were intertwined into a array, and the momentum of plundering vitality intensified under the abrupt bone spurs that penetrated from the back of Shen Jiji's back and the blessing of the formation.

"Spiritism?!"

Zuo Ye shook his head like a zombie, his slender fingers in his ears, like an elegantly educated aristocratic son, and before he could pull out five demon scales from his ears. Seeing that there were still three of them alive that only ate dead meat, Zuo Ye didn't waste it and threw it directly into Shen Xianji's ear.

Shen Zhuji was also stiff, he didn't cry, and he didn't beg for mercy because of the itching, but the hungry demon scales and worms didn't stop like that, although they only ate dead meat, they might as well tear the meat off. I only heard the sound of limbs turning from time to time in Shen Xianji's ears, which made people feel sore.

Then pull out the two lancets stuck in your legs, wipe the blades clean, regardless of the bleeding wounds, and throw a few knives in the air. The cold light shone on the faces of the two, and the scene was extremely cold.

A knife rises and falls, taking away a puddle of blood and a bloody tendon.

"Now let's play your trick too, remember the number of knives, or you'll be worse off than dead." Zuo Ye said indifferently, but he did not hide extreme perverted emotions like Shen Lianji, his indifference was the coldness, ruthlessness, and destruction that wiped out human nature. Existence alone is enough to make people tremble, fear, and even go crazy.

"Who the hell are you?" Pressed by the momentum, Shen had to ask again.

Hearing this, Zuo Ye slowly shook his head, and moved his ankles with his cocked legs.

"I, you don't deserve to know!" The bloody eyes projected a cold light, freezing Shen Ji in the air, and the speed at which the bone spurs were extracting vitality accelerated, originally a young man, the wind god was as handsome as he was at this time, and his appearance was shriveled.

Zuo Ye's hands flew up, the knife in his hand was like mercury, and his methods were gorgeous and elegant, even Shen Zhiji, who was tortured by himself, couldn't help but be obsessed with his methods, but instead, the pain of eroding his heart and lungs bombarded his whole body.

Seven hundred times the pain, even if it is a real person.

"Are you counting?" Shen Lianji gritted the root of his teeth, and when he was struggling to persevere, Zuo Ye suddenly made a sound like cold spring water pouring into the rumbling and noisy cochlea, the cold light suddenly appeared, and a lancet was plunged straight into his heart, Shen Lianji was in unbearable pain in a panic, and roared like a trapped beast.

"You, are you counting?" Zuo Ye didn't care about it, he fiddled with the remaining lancet in his hand for a long time, and without waiting for the other party to answer, he flicked his wrist, and the tip of the knife was pierced into the handle of the front knife, pushing and piercing Shen Zhiji's heart.

"Are you counting?!" The question fell, the ghost fire was blazing, and several bone spurs suddenly burst out from the ground, engulfing Shen Jiji's broken body back and forth. Zuo Ye was like the most terrifying demon in the world against the backdrop of the dark ghost fire, and Shen Jianji's state of mind was finally shattered under heavy oppression!

"One, one, one ......" is a dignified star, but the real person is empty, numb, his eyes no longer have the flicker of wisdom, and the tyrannical pervert is like Shen Lead, and he has become a walking dead under Zuo Ye's repeated methods.

"Very well, then our game begins."

The corners of Zuo Ye's mouth turned up, but there was no smile. Raising two fingers and pinching the handle of the knife, he pulled out the two lancets alive. And the painful wail of this Jing Shen is actually the most accompaniment to this situation.

In the dark room, the ghost fire is faint, and Zuo Ye sits on a chair as if carving something. Ling Chi cut the flesh one by one on Shen Zhi's body, and sometimes stopped and pretended to think, thinking about how to make this work perfect. Behind the chair was a deep darkness, a huge skeletal ghost head floated in the fire, and the sunken eye sockets lit a miserable green ghost fire, and in the fire it seemed that another world could be seen, which was the Netherworld.

A gust of wind blowing from the netherworld blew away the blood in the air, and took away a wisp of green silk and a trace of white hair in the left night's hand.

"There Are Immortals"