The cliff descends vertically, the sky is a muddy and heavy scene, and the rolling black clouds are like an evil dragon lurking between the heavens and the earth to breathe, and an indescribable heaviness and oppression are diffused.

In the main hall, a rather thin figure knelt on the high platform with his head bowed, dozens of cold iron chains interspersed through his body, locking his muscles and flesh and blood, although he couldn't see his delicate face clearly, but through the messy hair, he must have been imprisoned here for some time...

"Li Jianzhou, you are originally a true disciple of my Tianfeng Sword Sect, a rare genius in a hundred years, an immortal demon, how can you steal the Red Demon Sword?"

The door of the hall slowly opened, a faint light refracted in, and the figure slowly raised its head, it was a face as disastrous as a dead man, blood like a pen, outlining the outline of his face.

What greeted his eyes was a handsome middle-aged man dressed in a golden robe, as proud as an emperor, about forty years old, carrying nine swords, and the whole person seemed to have already touched the realm of the unity of human and sword, like a sharp sword that was obscure, exuding an aggressive light.

Following the steps of the middle-aged man were the ten great sword envoys of the Tianfeng Sword Sect who were in charge of the criminal law, each wearing a strange mask, holding a soul-devouring iron chain that exuded a dark luster, and there was an aura of slaughter that rejected people from thousands of miles away.

"Mo Yuxuan, you have framed me like this, I really want to tear off the flesh on your body piece by piece with my teeth and swallow it together with the blood!"

As soon as the young man saw the middle-aged man in the golden robe, he stood up as if he had returned to the light, and rushed towards the middle-aged man with his teeth and claws frantically, and there was an anger that could no longer be contained in the boiling blood.

But no matter how hard he struggled, his limbs were still firmly held in place, unable to move, and the sound of chains trembling echoed in the hall, like a mockery from a desolate monster.

"Bold criminal, how can you commit a crime and call the name of the Nine Weapon God Emperor, the Nine Weapon God Emperor is one of the three great fighters of the Tianfeng Sword Sect, but you can point fingers like an ant. ”

The iron chain of soul devouring came from the hands of the ten sword envoys, and the strong force cut through the air, and with the whistling sound of the wind, it swung down at Li Jianzhou's torn body, and a dull pain suddenly entered the soul, as if it was about to tear the body in half.

Li Jianzhou shook his groggy head, took a mouthful of rich blood, Bai Sensen's teeth flashed a terrible cold glow in the blood, and said with a smile:

"A group of vain things compliment the real thieves, hateful, hateful, I, Li Jianzhou, are only one step away from reaching the realm of immortals, but I have become the scapegoat behind this conspiracy!"

The novel and desperate sorrow poured into Li Jianzhou's mind, and he looked around at the cold faces cast in iron, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

"These people are the strong men I once respected... Are you so cold-blooded now?!" Li Jianzhou shook his head with a wry smile, his face gradually turned blue, and gradually turned into a roar, scolding:

"Phew, a group of sanctimonious things, what else are they called Ten Yamas, can you use a little bit of force when beating people, my heart is holding back the fire? Just give me coolness!"

"Not only to make you cool, but to make you comfortable in the kingdom of heaven!"

Hearing this, the ten sword envoys were furious, and they raised the iron chains in their hands one after another, and several dim cold lights converged into Li Jianzhou's cloudy eyes, exuding a strange light.

Li Jianzhou was not afraid at all, gritted his teeth and rattled, and his eyes spewed out flames of hatred.

"Wait. ”

The Nine Instruments God Emperor waved his hand and said coldly to Li Jianzhou: "Today, I will let you die convincingly." ”

After that, he clapped his hands, and outside the main hall, a beautiful woman with a light body and picturesque eyebrows walked in, and after respectfully calling his father, the white wrist reached into the sleeve and took out a slightly dark brush, and said: "The Zhenyou Hall is sealed with the Red Evil Sword, which is the forbidden place of the sect, and the innate formation was carved by the Spirit Array Venerable, and this pen is me..."

The woman squinted at the half-dead Li Jianzhou, bit her lip, and said in a firm tone: "This pen was obtained by me in the Zhenyou Palace, I once saw Senior Brother Jianzhou break into the Zhenyou Palace, in a vain attempt to break through the innate formation of the Spirit Array Venerable!"

Li Jianzhou's pupils constricted, and then there was a pain in his heart, it was a pain from the bottom of his heart, a pain that could not be let go, this kind of numb madness made him want to laugh a little, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a touch of arc, and said with a smile:

"Mo Yidie, you just continue to act like a clown, do you think I'm dead, and the first place in this Dragon and Tiger Billboard is you?"

"No, you're not a windless opponent at all, because this will be a demon in your heart, a shadow that will linger for the rest of your life!"

After gritting his teeth and squeezing out these words with cold killing intent, Li Jianzhou slowly closed his eyes, and his thoughts returned to a month ago...

At that time, he was in high spirits and full of pride, where could he be so embarrassed? !

It wasn't until the arrival of Moyi Butterfly, an uninvited guest, that his fate was completely changed!

On that day, Mo Yidie suddenly visited his peak mansion and wanted to learn the art of formation from him on a whim, Li Jianzhou readily agreed, and did not hesitate to teach her a simple set of "Yuan Yuan Soul Dispersion Array." ”

Afterwards, Mo Yidie also said that his formation pen was too inferior, and it was difficult to control the subtlety of the entire line in the formation when carving the formation, so he asked him for his formation pen, saying that it would be returned as scheduled after three days.

The time of three days passed in a blink of an eye, and when it was time to return the pen, Mo Yidie said that he had accidentally dropped it!

"Heh, the Nine Weapons God Emperor really wasted his mind if he wanted to get this peerless demon soldier!"

Li Jianzhou looked at the beautiful cheeks that were stunning and worldly, eager to capture something from her expression, and the beautiful eyes of the ink butterfly looked at him, and he couldn't help but tremble.

She had seen mountains of corpses and bones, and she had heard terrible wails, and in this thunderous twilight, facing this young man who was always smiling, she deeply felt the fear implanted in her soul.

Li Jianzhou enjoyed her expression very much, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, all the inhuman treatment he received here was due to the greed of their father and daughter!

Three cups of wine, a pot of tea.

He used to have a great immortal path, he could be ranked in the realm of immortals, immortal, and live happily all his life, but now in this catastrophe, he lives like a dead dog, how can he be willing? How can he swallow this breath?!

Seeing his appearance, the Nine Instruments God Emperor raised his eyes slightly, and threw a scroll into the air, the scroll was suspended in the air, as if it had an autonomous consciousness and slowly dispersed, the blurred light lit up slightly from the scroll, and a vague figure appeared faintly in the scroll!

Seeing this person appear, the ten sword envoys, including the Nine Weapon God Emperor, knelt down on one knee and said in unison, "Lord Sword Master!"

This person is the sword master of the Tianfeng Sword Sect, one of the super forces of the Three Immortal Islands and the Five Sword Sects on the Kyushu Continent!

The figure nodded, turned his head to look at Li Jianzhou, under this overwhelming momentum, Li Jianzhou felt a little suffocated in his heart, and shook his head vigorously, until the blood moved away from his eyebrows, and his vision became slightly clearer, he looked up at the clear shadow, and an inexplicable emotion flowed in his heart.

"Is this the strength of the powerhouse of the Eternal Realm? a true body projection has such terrifying power, if I have this strength, I can slaughter these people in front of me thousands of times in one suck!"

Facing this final judgment that greeted him, Li Jianzhou raised his head and exhaled deeply.

The figure snorted coldly, and the voice like a Hong Zhong resounded throughout the hall: "Li Jianzhou, the true disciple of the Tianfeng Sword Sect, stole the Red Demon Sword of the Fallen Demon Soldier of the Immortal and Demon War, not only violated the rules of the sect, refused to admit his guilt, but also tried in vain to escape the Tianfeng Sword Sect, and now that the human and material evidence is there, he deserves to be punished by the Nine Swords, and he can be executed!"

"Nine Swords Punish the Heart!"

Li Jianzhou is like a thunderbolt from the sky, and like someone has poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, the Nine Swords Punishment Heart is the most cruel criminal law of the Tianfeng Sword Sect in the past dynasties, not only to bear that kind of unspeakable pain, but also to be wiped out of the Yuan Soul, deprived of the immortal bones, making a body of cultivation in vain!

Although he had expected it, he never imagined that he would be tortured so harshly!

"As the High Priest of Law Enforcement, I haven't used this punishment for more than a thousand years!"

The Nine Weapons God Emperor smiled coldly, his eyes slowly condensed slightly, after he made a strange handprint on his chest, a powerful momentum spread around him, and the nine sharp swords behind him soared into the air, carrying an incomparable piercing force that suddenly pierced into Li Jianzhou's heart from all directions.

The thunder flashed in the sword, and the power of the thousands of thunderbolts poured into Li Jianzhou's body one by one along the tip of the sword, slowly killing his soul, this huge pain from the soul, starting from the center of the eyebrows, slowly fell into the whole body, every inch of skin in the body, every inch of muscles and bones, as if they were squeezed, crushed, and kneaded into a ball, and the wisps of soul were like lotus petals slowly peeled off layer by layer along the flesh and blood, and were pinched and killed in the fingertips.

On the high platform, Li Jianzhou twitched and trembled, his eyes widened and terrifying, and he let out a burst of painful screams, blood flowed out of his body, slowly gathering on the ground into a pool of blood, and his body was like a spider supported by nine slender and sharp toes.

Li Jianzhou's whole body was flying wildly, his cold eyes were like lightning, like a brilliant red mandala blooming in the Shura-like hell!

"I must re-ascend to the Tianfeng Sword Sect to avenge this sea of blood and hatred, only with the blood of the enemy can I wash it away!" In the simple and tidy room, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was lying on the bed, as if he had some unbearable experience, his forehead was bruised, and the ten fingers that were holding the futon were also white because of excessive exertion.

"Child, are you talking so wildly, are you having a nightmare?" Beside him, a woman about thirty years old, dressed plainly and with beautiful cheeks, kindly touched the young man's forehead, and there was a trace of worry in her gentle eyes.

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