It is like observing a grand event, countless Taoist gods gather together at the archway, and the city is full of people.

The executioner cut a transverse incision on the metatarsal bone of the prisoner, carefully peeled off the skin of the sole of the foot, and turned it up together with the fascia. People are in pain, and wolves howl at the throat.

The executioner sighed: "It's just the beginning, bear with me a little." ”

The onlookers smiled reluctantly, but in their arms they were like a litter of rabbits, jumping around lively.

The executioner paused with a knife, and in the midst of the screams of the prisoners, he slowly peeled the skin and cut the flesh, and also knocked on the bones and praised: "Your Excellency's Taoism is not shallow, and the bones are cultivated so densely. ”

Seeing the executioner smiling and cutting along the ankle, carefully avoiding the meridians and blood vessels, taking off all the muscles one after another, and neatly arranging them in front of Zhang Yongmiao's eyes, he suddenly felt a chill burrowing into the bone marrow and crawling slowly like a worm.

Zhang Yongmiao's eyes were bloodshot, and he was dying in pain, and his terrible howls continued to impact the viewer's vision. Everyone held their breath, their nerves were tense like a crumbling bowstring, and cold sweat broke out in their palms.

Some people are still in high spirits, and it is not surprising that they should resort to any means to such a villain with sores on the top of his head and pus on the soles of his feet.

Zhang Yong never fainted, his consciousness was still more sober, and his soul was driven to his skull by the cold qi of the blade, turning into black mist and stumbling around, but he couldn't get out of his body.

The pain of each cut was distinctly clear, and he gasped like a dying brute, his hideous face turning dead gray.

Dripping with blood and splattering all over the ground, the executioners wiped the fine sweat from their foreheads and scraped and sharpened their shinbones with sharp knives to ensure that they were absolutely clean. The sharp knife scraped the bones like a rhythmic drumbeat, but the piercing sound was like the call of death, and the bones fell apart.

The oppressive atmosphere shrinks to the extreme, and the viewer seems to have broken into the darkness of despair, afraid of the ghosts hidden in the dark night, but there is no way out.

The executioner picked up a piece of flesh and said with a smile: "The meat is tender and tough, you may want to try it." couldn't help but say, rudely stuffed it into Zhang Yong's mouth.

There was silence in the city, and the viewers were once again thrilled by this scene. Looking at the tender and red pieces of meat on the ground, the roast chicken that Yan Ci ate churned rapidly in his belly.

The show is not over yet, the executioner stripped Zhang Yongmiang's leg muscles naked, and forced the prisoner to observe while peeling it, and his skillful knife skills and chattering explanations all reveal that he is a master who is proficient in this way.

The sharp knife was moved to the abdomen, first horizontally and then vertically, and flicked to both sides as if undressing, exposing all the organs.

The wind whimpering in his ears was like a ghost with teeth and claws laughing and cheering, and the onlookers shivered, and their endurance swelled to the peak.

Zhang Yong's eyes were violent, his life was passing rapidly, and the executioner reached out and grabbed his heart and pinched it fiercely, shouting: "Don't pretend to be dead, look carefully!"

The sharp knife demanded several ribs, and the prisoner hung himself on the pillar, his organs slid out disobediently, and the executioner thrust a handful of them with great impatience.

The oppressive atmosphere exploded instantly, and the audience completely collapsed, vomiting on the street. And most of it dispersed in the blink of an eye, and the vultures hovering in the sky couldn't help but eat the food, and fell to the ground to snatch it.

The ghost dove let out a rough cry in its throat, like a dying lone wolf struggling to survive in a desperate wasteland, but there was a faint hint of joy in the owl's cry of imminent liberation.

When the executioner heard the dark and complicated voice of the ghost dove, he couldn't help but move a little faster.

The damned man was not blessed by God, and before long, Zhang Yongyang was completely cut off from life, and a black mist between his skulls rushed left and right, and he was in pain.

The smell of blood and incontinence filled the city gates, and the executioner plunged a sharp knife into one of Zhang Yongmiao's violent eyes, and took a few steps back to send the ghost dove with a raised arm.

The ghost dove cooed, pecked at the other eyeball, and sucked the black mist into its abdomen, it fluttered its wings, the white light in its eyes suddenly blazing, and Zhang Yongmi's miserable howl sounded again.

Zhang Yong's cannibalism incident is appalling, I heard that it was caused by practicing the Demon Dao exercises, and now being dismembered and tortured can be described as a cycle of heavenly dao, and the retribution is unpleasant.

Treating such bad bags and inflicting such torture, Cui Yuguan's action to eliminate evil is really very happy. I only hate the cultivation realm, but the great wilderness ruins have this heavenly and angry spell that can get away with it, and it makes people sigh that the heavens are unfair.

The deceased is gone, if you know that the truth is revealed today, you must be able to look under the nine springs.

Life is like this, sometimes it is turbulent, sometimes it is calm, and the most fickle thing in the human heart is forgetting, and the killing of the ogre is just an episode in life.

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The streets of Pillow City are still crowded, both monks and civilians are no different from the past.

The news of the demon cultivator's invasion was not publicized in the cultivation realm, and no one knew about Lu Wu's response to the wind, but once the situation was launched, the mere Cuiyu Temple and Pillow Ge City were just nothing.

The next day, the sky was bright, Yan Ci was ready to go, and he hesitated whether to pass the information on Cui Yuguan.

For the sake of the people, it is advisable to take precautions as soon as possible, but although Luo Yinzhu is not in his body, he has not taken off his hat, and he is afraid that he will be caught in the net if he goes uncleanly.

Xiao Mengjiu seems to be open-minded, anyway, when the sky falls, Yan Ci is on her back, so she simply continues to hide in the Sumeru ring and sleep soundly.

The east gate was heavily guarded, and six cultivators checked the merchants entering and leaving to prevent bad people from entering or escaping.

Yan Ci absentmindedly followed the flow of people out of the city, and suddenly saw a well-dressed disciple who grabbed a man and slapped him twice.

The people present were all stunned, and they scattered in a circle.

The beaten man was about a year old, looking like an honest civilian, he was carrying a basket containing dozens of ordinary herbs, at this time covering his face with one hand and holding a medicine hoe in the other, tears of humiliation rolling in his eyes.

Seeing that all the merchants were standing in front of him, a fusion period monk with red lips and white teeth squeezed over, frowned and asked, "What happened?"

The man held back his tears and didn't dare to squeak, and the oily-haired disciple was still angry, kicked the man to the ground fiercely, and scolded: "What are you doing if you don't have long eyes, why don't you line up and look around?"

The onlookers were shocked when they heard this, why should they deceive people in a trivial matter!

The merging monk's brows furrowed even tighter, but instead of reproaching the disciple, he beckoned to everyone: "Those who have nothing to do with it, please disperse...... Please spread out, and do not get congested. Then he looked at the man who was sitting on the ground and said stiffly, "It's out of the way, right?"

People are under the eaves, how can they not bow their heads, and the man is silent. Onlookers were indignant, but seemed to be unable to do anything other than show sympathy for the man.

Just as he was about to disperse, he suddenly heard a person sneering: "What a dog fighting human miscellaneous, could it be that Cui Yuguan is all the same color?"

When everyone heard this, their faces changed, and some people dared to make a big fuss in Pillow City!

The speaker was a lazy and lazy, slightly weather-colored weak-crowned young man, the appearance of the young man was quite attractive, especially a pair of black eyes were crystal clear, as if embedded with two black gems.

He casually stood outside the circle, looking pampered and unfazed, as if the most provocative remark was not what he had said. However, the people in the audience listened carefully, and he couldn't help but admit it.

Inexplicably, there was an unlucky egg, and the onlookers couldn't cry or laugh, although they secretly praised this young man's ancient way, but they also felt sorry for his ignorance of current affairs.

The disciples of Cui Yuguan were not blind, and they had already seen that the young man who was not inferior was a monk in the fusion period, although there were many monks in the same period who were extraordinary in the Dao of Pillow Ge City, but it was very rare to meet those who dared to be so arrogant.

While guessing the origin of the young man, the monk arched his hand and said, "In Xia Cuiyu Guan Fang Ming, I don't know what to call the honorable driver?"

Yan Ci glared and said, "Your Excellency's name is not worth mentioning, and you don't need to know my name." ”

He pointed at the oily-haired disciple and continued: "This guy is too deceitful, and he will punish him slightly, do you have any opinion?" The onlookers were dumbfounded, this young man was really arrogant.

The oily head and flour noodles are probably used to being powerful, and the hot temper is just a little bit, and without waiting for Fang Ming to say more, he smashed it with his fist.

He thinks that even if the other party's realm is far superior to his own, he may not really dare to touch him, with his own identity, even if he is a high-ranking talent, no one dares to shout at will.

It's a pity that he overestimated himself and underestimated others.

The green shirt fluttered in front of him, the figure pressed head-on, Yan Ci's five fingers were violently opened, and he suddenly grabbed the oily and powdery hair, and the other palm shadow was as fast as a streamer, splitting and splitting first four strong slaps, and then a stormy punch and kick.

It is not suitable to fight in the city, Yan Ci is just like a street fight, and he beats the oily head and noodles with his fists.

Everyone in the audience felt Yan Ci's anger, and the ordinary people could hardly help but cheer.

At the heel of the city wall, the chicken seller held an old hen in one hand and an old hen in the other, watching the battle with his mouth straight and his neck straight, and the chicken buyers next to him were also watching the excitement with their arms crossed.

Suddenly, there was a loud cheer in the arena, and a figure flew out with dancing hands, smashing into the chicken coop pile in the corner of the wall with great accuracy.

Suddenly, the chickens flew and barked in the cage, and this scene frightened several wild dogs basking in the sun next to them, rushing forward and barking and biting around the chicken coop. The mess up and down can make everyone dumbfounded.

Yan Ci looked like a harmless person and animal, still standing so casually, but he was standing in the circle of people, and more than ten disciples of Cui Yuguan surrounded him tightly.

Fang Ming said in a deep voice: "What is Your Excellency's desire?"

Yan Ci shrugged and said, "It's just about taking care of injustices." ”

The details of this person are unknown, but he is not afraid of being under siege, and I am afraid that he has a great background. Fang Ming forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said slowly: "Your Excellency refuses to say it explicitly, so please follow me and wait for the line, right and wrong have their own sect elders to decide." ”

Yan Ci smiled: "I'll talk about this later, it's better to get that brother out first." ”

Drove away the wild dogs, cleared the chicken coop, only saw a place of chicken feathers, oily head powder unrecognizable prostrate in a thick layer of wet and smelly chicken manure, the breath was dying.

The disciples looked strange, and they didn't know how to end it, Fang Ming didn't like what he did, and now he almost laughed when he saw his embarrassed appearance.

However, today's matter is related to the reputation of the Daomen, and it must not be hastily dismissed, but Yan Ci is very measured, except for blocking the operation of his mana, the rest are flesh and skin injuries, which can be healed in the future.