As he spoke, Tong Feiming's face turned pale, and he grabbed the hair on the top of his head with both hands, grabbed it and tore it off, and threw it on the ground.

"Duanmu Batian, do you see my pain?" Tong Feiming smiled bitterly, "I've been here for hundreds of years, I've been in pain every day, my soul is devoured, and my soul is tormented, do you understand this kind of pain?"

Hearing Tong Feiming's words, thinking about his pain over the years.

For some reason, Duanmu Batian's heart was soft again.

Although Duanmu Batian is the law enforcement elder of Penglai Immortal Island, sometimes in the face of family and friendship, it can completely soften his hard heart.

Yes, if this poisonous dark light were any other person, perhaps everyone's thoughts and practices would be a hundred times crazier than Tong Feiming.

And over the years, Tong Feiming has not done anything wrong except for the Qingmangxian Island tragedy.

"What's the matter?" Tong Feiming looked at Duanmu Batian and sneered, "My good senior brother, if it weren't for the situation, you think I would do such a despicable and obscene thing?"

After speaking, Tong Feiming looked at Zhang Zichen again and said with a smile: "And you, Zhang Zichen." If you don't run away, then Duanmu Xue won't have to die, and if you don't run away, maybe I've already completed the art of seizing and turning around. ”

"Really?" Zhang Zichen took a deep breath and said, "In that case, then Tong Feiming, you have released Senior Sister Duanmu now, and I will exchange it with her, is it okay?"

"This ......"

This is an attractive proposal.

Zhang Zichen's qualifications were several times better than Duanmu Xue, and he was a primordial god, so that the danger of Tong Feiming carrying out the technique of seizing and turning around would be greatly reduced, and the chance of survival would be greater.

But at this time, Tong Feiming was very vigilant.

He smiled and said: "Zhang Zichen, if it was before, I would still be able to believe you, but now, with this Duanmu Batian, do you think I will still believe you? Hehe, it's an old trick, you just want to save Duanmu Xue." If it had been before, this quid pro quo would have been very appealing to me. But today, I don't care anymore, even if I die, I have to drag Duanmu Xue to die together. ”

"You, Tong Feiming, don't go too far! Your technique of reincarnation cannot succeed!" Zhang Zichen saw that the plan had failed, so he had to curse a few words.

"Whether you succeed or not is not up to you, it depends on the will of God. Tong Feiming pointed to the sky.

"Providence? Providence will not let you succeed. Duanmu Batian interrupted Tong Feiming's words and said, "Senior Brother Tong, this technique of reincarnation is against the will of heaven, ancient and modern, how many people have died under this forbidden technique, you should know better than me." ”

"Duanmu Batian, you're right. Tong Feiming said with a smile, "I have studied this reincarnation technique for hundreds of years, so I naturally know the powerful relationship between it, although this forbidden technique is very few people who have cultivated it, but no matter how you say it, there is still hope." And I, I have the demon poison in my body, I will definitely die, rather than waiting for death, I might as well fight to the death. ”

Hearing Tong Feiming's words, Duanmu Batian couldn't refute it, so he had to say: "Senior Brother Tong, you have fallen into the devil, turn back to the shore!"

"Hahaha! Can I turn back?" Tong Feiming shook his head and said, "Duanmu Batian, look at the more than three thousand five hundred disciples around you. ”

According to Tong Feiming's words, Duanmu Batian and Zhang Zichen glanced at these black-clothed disciples again.

These black-clothed disciples, although their eyes are wide open and they are still breathing, but it is a little strange, that is, these people are all blind, as if the three souls and seven spirits are trapped in their minds and cannot come out.

And their skin, along with the bloodletting of the arteries in both hands, is gradually turning white.

Some of the disciples who were bleeding quickly had the skin on their heads and necks already looking like a dead man who was extremely pale.

Seeing this, Duanmu Batian was stunned and said, "What's wrong with them?"

"These people, these more than 3,500 disciples, all of them were used by me to use an evil technique called the Trapped Soul Cage, and all their souls were squeezed into one place in their heads. Tong Feiming laughed, "When I perform the technique of reincarnation, their blood will be depleted at an accelerated rate, and then their bodies will die. After that, the evil magic of this trapped soul cage will disappear, and the souls of these people will rush out of their bodies, wandering around and resisting within this formation. Of course, these souls are only for the purpose of attracting the Thunder Tribulation, so that I can survive this Heavenly Tribulation smoothly. ”

Listening, the muscles of Duanmu Batian's face trembled a few times, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with Tong Feiming's indiscriminate killing of innocents.

"Senior Brother Tong, you let these disciples go, they are all innocent!" Duanmu Batian said a little angrily.

"Haha! Let them go?" Tong Feiming said with a smile, "By the way, Senior Brother Duanmu, I almost forgot to tell you, since I used the evil magic of the Soul Trapping Cage, their souls are already doomed to death, even if I release them, they will not live for three years one by one, and one by one their souls will leave their bodies and die out automatically." ”

"This ...... This is really an evil art!" Hearing Tong Feiming's words, even Zhang Zichen felt a chill.

More than 3,500 innocent disciples, this Tong Feiming actually did not care about the life or death of others for his own selfish desires.

It's no wonder that both the reincarnation technique and the cage of trapped souls are called evil arts and forbidden arts, and it seems that there is a certain reason for this.

Huhuhu-

At this moment, a strong wind blew in the valley.

There was a disgusting smell of blood wafting in the wind, and at this time, I saw that in the formation under the altar, the blood began to flow rapidly.

When Duanmu Batian and Zhang Zichen were distracted, Tong Feiming instantly took off his clothes.

On top of his skin, there were carved marks one after another, and these marks were exactly the same as the formation in the valley, as if it was a shrunken formation.

"Haha! It's time to get started!"

Tong Feiming laughed, took out a dagger, and suddenly plunged the dagger into his throat in front of everyone.

Burst!

As blood erupted from Tong Feiming's throat, the marks on his body began to glow.

At the same time, the formation patterns in the entire valley also changed dramatically.

The blood of the more than 3,500 disciples was rapidly flowing towards the formation on the ground, and the huge formation began to emit scarlet blood.

In the blink of an eye, the whole world seemed to be in red blood.

"Hahaha!"

Tong Feiming was not afraid of the pain and still laughed, but this was not over.

I saw Tong Feiming grabbing the dagger with both hands, and suddenly pressed it down.

Crash!

Disemboweling!

Tong Feiming actually cut himself in half!