Ling Xiao has no impression of this Cheng Yujin, but he knows about Wind Lane.

When he came to Flowing Wind City this time, Ling Xiao had been there, and it was a mixed slum, known for its dirty mess.

"Phew, what about Lao Tzu accusing you of betraying your ancestors like you?"

Cheng Yijin glared angrily and sneered: "If it weren't for Lao Tzu's lack of strength, he would have slaughtered you like a pig... Come on, Lao Tzu has lived enough, and there is a kind of killing me. ”

Opposite side.

"Dog thing, I'll kill you..."

Wang Chao wanted to draw the long sword at his waist with his backhand, but halfway through it, he suddenly stopped, smiled gloomily, and said: "It's too cheap for you to let you die like this, if you oppose me, you are against the great and sacred demon clan."

Hehe, it must be a traitor, come on, escort this dog thing to the prisoner cart phalanx, and kill it with the rebel party for a while. ”

Immediately, a few dogs came over and punched and kicked, tied Cheng Yujin, and dragged him to the direction of the prisoner car.

The old man was ignored anymore, Sheng Shou walked over and slowly picked up the old man who was dead in the snow.

Ling Xiao was originally going to rescue this Cheng Yujin, but when he saw this scene, his heart moved, and he decided to take a look first.

Dozens of breaths later.

The impact of shackles was in the phalanx of prisoner carts.

One prisoner after another was opened.

The imprisoned Terran heroes were held in chains by the demon sergeant and dragged in the direction of the torture table.

Soon, the ten people in the first row of prisoner cars were dragged to the torture platform, which was guarded by elite soldiers of the demon clan, and Wang Chao and the others also retreated to the corner of the ruins behind the torture platform.

The atmosphere was a little weird.

Looking at the appearance of the demon sergeant, it seems that he is waiting for someone.

Bang!

There was a loud bang in the sky.

Everyone looked up one after another.

A black demon cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, boiling and rolling, and the extremely strong coercion instantly spread throughout the entire large square, and everyone felt short of breath, and their hearts were like pressing a boulder, as if some devil was about to roar out of this black cloud.

Rumble!

In the midst of the explosion, black clouds and lightning generally fell on the viewing platform behind the torture platform.

Then the black clouds gradually dispersed.

A burly figure appeared on the main seat in the middle of the viewing platform.

This is a strong man of the demon race, with a fierce face, a short face and wide eyebrows, and a fat lip and a big mouth that is as wide as the four mouths of ordinary people.

"Demon Sky General. ”

Someone in the crowd shuddered and exclaimed.

When Ling Xiao heard this, his eyes also fell on the main general of the Demon Heaven Camp of the Demon Clan.

On the main seat, the Demon Heaven General sat quietly like a towering magic mountain.

Even if he is sitting, his figure is more than two meters high, like a giant, a black magic fairy pattern steel armor, the armor body is engraved with dark red magic rune patterns, and there are barbs on the joints, dark and swirling, obviously not ordinary, there is a long knife with evil energy hanging around his waist, and the blade is covered with black lines of totems, this totem is like a living thing, and the maggots seem to be really crawling slowly on the steel knife, which is weird and terrifying.

"The powerhouse of the Heavenly Realm!"

Ling Xiao's current divine soul power is incomparably strong, and at a glance, he can immediately see the cultivation realm of this Demon Heaven General.

Beside the Demon Sky General, there are also some other demon masters, most of whom are burly and fierce, but the painting styles of two of them are completely different - they are a pair of white-clothed men with exactly the same appearance, even the same movements and behaviors, their faces are like crowns of jade, with sharp edges and corners, they are all wearing moonlight brocade robes, almost blending with the snow, their long black hair is scattered behind them, and they each hold a palm-sized beast fracture fan in their hands.

Not only are these two people dressed exactly the same, but they are also very similar in appearance.

At first glance, it looks like a shadow of the same person.

"Twins. ”

Sheng Shou on the side exclaimed in a low voice.

Ling Xiao was stunned: "Twins?

"Twins are extremely rare, if you practice martial arts and practice some combined attack techniques, it is absolutely terrifying. ”

Sheng Shou passed on the sound into the secret channel: "This kind of thing is not a normal generation, but is cultivated by a secret method, and it is extremely evil... I didn't expect the demons to cultivate this kind of thing, which is a bit interesting. ”

Cultivated?

Ling Xiao was stunned and looked carefully.

But I saw that the eyes of the twin white-clothed boys in the distance were slightly white, and if I looked closely, there was a miniature spider condensed in each of the white eyes.

At this time—

Boom Boom!

The sound of the trumpet sounded.

The Demon Heaven General stood up suddenly.

He was like a world-destroying god coming from Shura's purgatory, and his arrogance was amazing.

Clouds of black demonic qi swirled around his body, melting the ice and snow that had not yet landed in an instant.

He was condescending, overlooking this large square, and had a panoramic view of everything.

The giant scarlet eyes, like pools of blood, shone with a cold, cruel and merciless light.

"Hmph, these lowly ants, or just a waste of food and resources, lowly human race, the meaning of existence is just to let me enjoy the pleasure of killing, it is better to kill them all...

It's a pity, if it weren't for the Prince's order not to slaughter the city before the expedition, I would have killed these lowly ants to feed my war pets!"

The Demon Heaven General thought secretly in his heart.

For the Demon Heaven General, the Prince's orders must be obeyed.

Therefore, he also had to hold back the killing intent in his heart and act in accordance with the military orders he received.

On the execution table.

The prince was condescending.

He turned to salute the Demon Heavenly General, groveling and flattering.

The Demon Heaven General didn't speak, and there was not the slightest emotion on his cold face that belonged to a living creature, he just waved his hand lightly, and then sat down again.

He stood on the execution table and shouted, "The hour has come... Hehe, everyone listen to me, the Lord of the Demon Race is merciful, and he is willing to treat the Terrans in the whole city after coming to Liufeng City, so there is a way for you to live.

However, there are always some people who don't know life and death, don't know what gratitude is, and refuse to obediently obey your lords, and dare to resist the demon army, which is really hateful to the extreme, and it is simply intolerable.

It's not a pity to die for such a lowly seed who destroys the order of Flowing Wind City, the Demon God will come in person today to supervise and behead these lowly seeds, so that you can all see what will happen if you dare to go against the will of the Demon Lord!"

Under the execution table.

Tens of thousands of people looked coldly at the clown-like dynasty.

However, no one dared to say anything.

Some clenched their fists, some almost gritted their teeth, some cursed frantically in their hearts, and some lowered their heads, not wanting to see this ugly scene.

The difference in strength is too great, and resistance becomes pointless.

Tremendous stress and fear make many people desperate.

If it can be done, I am afraid that everyone will instantly rush to the top and bite the lackey of the dynasty into meat scraps one by one.

And the dynasty on the torture platform did not realize it at all.

"Execution! Bring those scumbags up!"

He shouted triumphantly.

The lackeys raised by the dynasty's subordinates escorted the ten men in the first row of prisoner carts wearing rune chains to the execution table one by one.

At the head was an old man with gray hair.

The old man looked to be eighty or ninety years old, his head hanging limply, and his bloodstained face buried in his long gray hair.

In his chest, two sharp iron hooks pierced his lute bones, and blood flowed down the wound.

The old man's white clothes were stained with large patches of blood, his gray hair was scattered, and the few strands of white hair on his chest were tangled and messy like straw, dyed red by blood, and formed dark red scabs.

The old man groaned in a low voice, and his steps were a little slower, and the Terran lackeys in brocade clothes had to drag the chains at the other end of the hook with all their might, forcing the old man to move forward faster.

With each tremor of the chains, the old man's steps shook more weakly.

The picture is cruel to the extreme.