Eight injustices floated back to the cage like ghosts and ghosts.

It seems to have gone around in a circle without success.

"Why are you even more angry when I leave for a while? A wrongdoer said.

"In that case, we won't be able to eat any more tomorrow night. The other chimed in.

"No, torture her first, so that she can die early!"

Several wronged lings looked at each other, and one of them picked up one end of the thousand-year-old lock of thorny vines, shook his arm, waved like a whip, and whipped it on the arm of the song like a willow falling. Suddenly, a piece of flesh cracked.

"Ahh

"What's it called, and someone will come to save you?" followed by a "snap" whip again.

The thorn vines locked barbs for thousands of years, and the thorns broke like flowers, and the blue blood oozed from the flesh that bloomed.

"Jackfruit —— Pineapple"

"What are you yelling at? ridiculous!"

Ling turned behind her and "snapped" another whip.

"Ahh

The demon clan is extremely afraid of pain, although there are constant injuries all the way to the Resentful Spirit Swamp, but they are all reliable and endured with the support of their minds.

This thorn vine millennium lock is a treasure, is one of the injustices in the phantom dragon war escaped back from a resentful spirit on the way back from the phantom dragon war 10,000 years ago, soaked in 10,000 years of resentment, dyed with a fierce breath, pumped on the ordinary body can be instantly pierced into the flesh, in the song is naturally unbearable.

It's just that at this time, in addition to the pain of skin and flesh, the loss in my heart is even greater, and I shout "pineapple jackfruit" when I say good, and the poor beasts, gluttony,, and chaos will come?

Maybe it's okay to delay anything, you can still suffer a little longer.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-" was whipped like capital punishment.

The anger of the unjust Ling but the song is getting weaker, and the god of resentment "except for him, do not kill the demon".

"Ahh

The song was heartbreaking, looking up to the sky and roaring, and the sharp sound pierced the dark green thick dark clouds layer by layer.

A beam of light shot down from the air, like a thunderous arrow, and a wronged Ling didn't have time to dodge, and after being shot, there was an instant smell of burnt stinky meat in the air.

"Stop! don't do this! she's a demon clan!" said another vigilantly.

It turns out that these wronged people are afraid of light.

And the screams of the demons can pierce everything, and if more light falls from the dark clouds pierced by the screams, they will not be able to survive here. The sunlight will scorch their rotten bodies, and it will anger all the other creatures in the Wraithed Swamp, and its higher-level wraith creatures will tear these Evil Spirits to pieces.

"What should I do, I want to eat her now, she's so fragrant!"

"Something to gag her so she can't scream!"

An unjust Ling had an idea, ripped off a large piece of the skirt robe of the song's chest, and wanted to stuff the song's mouth.

"Gollum" The young Kunpeng's heart rolled to the ground from the top of the song's chest: "Ouch, I fell to death!"

Ling was surprised: "What is this?"

"Wow wow...... It's a piece of young Kunpeng's meat!"

"And it's a piece of talking meat!"

"You're stupid, like this goblin!" said the young Kunpeng's heart dismissively.

"I haven't eaten any piece of young Kunpeng's meat just now, this piece must be eaten for me!"

"No, give me food, I want to eat!"

"Give it to me!"

"No, this piece of meat is mine, don't fight with me. ”

A few unjust lings rushed around the young Kunpeng's heart.

"Eat me! Quick! Don't hesitate!" With that, the young Kunpeng's heart glowed red, and with the last trace of strength, it flew up, blocked the mouth of the song, and instantly entered the mouth of the song, and melted.

"You're dying and still robbing us of fresh meat!" Several wronged lings were furious, and one of them stuffed the piece of skirt robe that Shicai tore off into the mouth of the song, and then grabbed the thousand-year-old chain of thorns and vines and pulled it away with all his might.

"Pap-pa-pa-"

A whip was drawn mercilessly on the chest and face...... Unbridled.

The song felt a pain in her bones, but all the screams were choked in her throat.

"Pap-pa-pa-"

The skin on the face and body of the song was open, and the dark blue blood gushed out.

"Pap-pa-pa-"

The feeling of Ling Chi over and over again swept over the whole body of the song.

The arm that was picked up by the unjust Ling raised and fell, flicking the thousand-year-old chain of thorns and vines to vent his anger at not eating the flesh of the young Kunpeng as if he had not eaten it. The face was already distorted by too much force, and the eyes were bulging and dripping dark green juice. Vicious.

The transparent spectator Hachi couldn't help but reach out and grab the ruthless hand, but he had no choice but to pass through, and everything reminded Hachi all the time, but it was like air, and everything in front of him was no longer easy to look at.

Too many whips fell, the whip marks crossed, and the dark blue blood dripped to the ground.

The blood fell to the ground, and in an instant, snow-white mandalas bloomed.

The flowers are as new, and the petals are ......

......

Zhu Ling was shocked......

"This ...... This...... This is the Flower of Hell?"

"Mandala Hua?"

"The other side of the flower?"

"She ......"

"That's ...... so"

"Run!"

"Hurry back and tell the god of resentful spirits!"

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