Yaoguang was stunned for a moment, could this altar be the one she saw just now?

The white-fronted Wang Hu struggled on the altar, but he was seriously injured and had no strength left, so he could only gasp under the heavy iron chains, and the light in his golden eyes seemed to be extinguished at any time.

"Traitor!" At this time, a shout exploded in Yaoguang's ears, she was stunned for a moment, looked around, but didn't know where the voice came from!

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

……

Countless voices were repeated in Yaoguang's ears, but this time with monstrous anger and hatred, the white-fronted Wang Hu on the altar was insulted, but Xiao Ren's face was deeply sarcastic.

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

……

The sound that could almost shake the mountains inexplicably made Yaoguang have an urge to share the same hatred, and she even wanted to rush up to kill this white-fronted king tiger, she knew that she was infected by the sound in the wailing wall, so she had to clench her fists and endure it as much as she could!

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Let him never be reborn!"

"Never be reborn!"

……

There were more and more angry shouts, although he couldn't see anyone else and things other than the altar, Yaoguang could also feel the hatred around him that almost wanted to pounce on him and break the body of the white-fronted Wang Hu into thousands of pieces, this oppressive force made Yaoguang have to retreat a few!

It's just that the images of the past also have such a strong emotional appeal, Yaoguang couldn't help but hold his chest and take a few deep breaths to calm his emotions.

Soon, an old man stepped forward, holding a silver needle in his hand and chanting a word, the silver needle was palm long, with his movements, the silver needle was flooded with heavy golden light, the old man looked at the white-fronted Wang Hu lying on the altar, the old man's face was heavy with pain and hatred, and self-blame, when the silver needle was golden, he no longer looked at the person lying on the altar, but plunged the silver needle into the Baihui acupoint of the white-fronted Wang Hu!

"The needle of the soul, break the root of your spirit, may it eventually fall into the way of reincarnation, and will not be reborn!"

This voice like Hong Zhong Da Lu actually carried a different kind of solemnity and convincing, and Yao Guang almost doubted for a moment that what this old man said was true, he could really curse people's souls to hell with a curse, so that people could not be reincarnated!

Although Yaoguang doesn't quite believe in the way of reincarnation, isn't her soul traveling from modern times to this fantasy continent? So she can't do it otherwise.

At this time, the white-fronted Wang Hu's eyes widened suddenly, he looked at the top of the main hall, his body twitched a few times, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes, and after a long time, he slowly swallowed his breath.

Yaoguang looked at the soul needle on his forehead, the spirit deterrent needle, and the soul locking needle, and didn't know if there was a connection between them.

The white-fronted Wang Hu died, the picture turned again, and he returned to the previous altar, at this time, the execution of the White Tiger God Clan had ended, and the corpses all over the ground made Yaoguang unbearable to look at it, and the whimpering sound disappeared, and between heaven and earth, only the sound of the wind was roaring.

Yaoguang looked at the corpses all over the ground, her heart ached, she turned to look at the front of the altar, but she didn't know when, there were two more people there, in addition to the woman who announced the execution before, there were two other men, those two people were holding a huge jade platform in their hands, and on the jade platform lay a beautiful woman, the woman's hands were folded in front of her abdomen, her face was very calm, she looked like she was asleep, but the blue-gray lips reminded others: she was dead.