Zhu Yuanzhi trembled and raised his right hand, and there was already an extra steel needle between his index finger and middle finger, and the steel needle was ten times larger than an ordinary silver needle. He stared at Zhu Changqin, his heart was horizontal, and with a wave of his big hand, the steel needle flew straight out, piercing into Zhu Changqin's left rib cage just as it should.

The left rib is connected to the heart vein, which is the place where the spiritual energy gathers, and this first needle is to dispel the spiritual power.

"Ah......h

Zhu Changqin screamed miserably, his face began to turn purple, this bone-killing pain was far beyond his imagination.

At the beginning, when Mo Yun was abolished and cultivated, he was locked up in the Discipline Hall, and no one could see how painful he was at that time, and he could only hear bursts of screams. At that time, Zhu Changqin stood outside the door, smiling very proudly, he could never have imagined that he would have such a day.

Ji Nuan turned around when he heard the sound, and saw Zhu Changqin's expression in pain, trembling all over, and suddenly stopped.

Song Wangchen said: "Let's go! You shouldn't look at these." ”

Ji Nuan: "I want to take a look, and it can be regarded as a warning to myself." ”

Thinking that Song Wangchen, who was almost harmed twice, was also punished by this punishment, Ji Nuan's heart palpitated, and it was good to take a look, so that he would not be so impulsive before doing things in the future.

Song Wangchen stopped talking, just silently accompanied her.

"Ah......h

Zhu Yuanzhi threw two more needles, right in the middle of Zhu Changqin's wrist bones, the wrist bones are connected to the tendons, and these two needles are waste cultivation.

Zhu Changqin's face was pale, and he kept trembling and screaming.

Some female disciples in the crowd didn't dare to look at it anymore, and they covered their eyes and turned around, but they didn't want to leave.

Then the fourth and fifth needles are thrown, right in the middle of Zhu Changqin's leg bones, the sixth and seventh needles, the kneecap, and the eighth needle, the waist bone......

Zhu Yuanzhi kept throwing one needle after another, and the next needle was faster than the other.

Zhu Changqin screamed again and again, his school uniform had already been dyed blood-red, and he saw that the spiritual power in his body was losing little by little, and the sadness, desolation, resentment, fear, and pain were far more devastating than the pain of killing bones.

Almost all of them are a little unbearable, and this kind of punishment is far more cruel than sealing the throat with a sword.

Song Wangchen hugged Ji Nuan tightly, blocking all her sight, such a picture he had seen five years ago. Everyone in the world says that Song is absolutely ruthless and unrighteous, but who knows that when Mo Yun was tortured, he had been hiding in the shadows, seeing his best friend suffering, but he was powerless, and his pain could be imagined.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhi had already finished throwing the last shot, and it was in the middle of Zhu Changqin's Heavenly Spirit Cover, which was the source of all spiritual power, and this blow was undoubtedly the deadliest.

Zhu Changqin was covered in blood, he had long lost the strength to shout, his face was dark, and only a pair of half-open blood-red eyes were still turning, proving that he was still alive.

With a wave of Zhu Yuanzhi's hand, eighty-one steel needles flew out and fell to the ground one after another. When he stopped, his whole body fell straight backwards as if he were falling apart.

"Senior brother, why are you doing this?"

Cheng Jin hurriedly caught him, Zhu Yuanzhi waved his hand, stood up straight without saying a word, and stumbled away step by step under the worried eyes of everyone.

Cheng Jin shook his head and sighed: "Take Zhu Changqin to the Temple of Darkness, and you will never be released." ”

When Li Qingyuan took two disciples to relieve Zhu Changqin, he was like a stagnant water, falling straight down. Under the leadership of Li Qingyuan, the two disciples, one left and one right, lifted him up and dragged him out of everyone's sight.

The crowd also slowly dispersed, and on the huge school field, only Song Wangchen and Ji Nuan, who were clinging to each other, were left. I don't know how long it took before Ji Nuan slowly raised his head and said with a wry smile: "It's good that it's not you." ”

Song Wangchen wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Don't worry, there won't be that day." ”

Song Wangchen looked at the wooden platform covered with steel needles and blood stains again, picked up Ji Nuan, and stayed away from all this cruelty.

Li Qingyuan opened the iron door of the Temple of Darkness, turned around, personally helped Zhu Changqin to walk in, and ordered: "You two are guarding outside, this kind of dark place, you still don't come in." ”

This is the Temple of Darkness! It is rumored that thousands of years ago, Ling Cheng was sealed here, and finally died tragically inside. Of course, they didn't want to go in, so they immediately thanked Dade, hurriedly responded, and ran to stand two meters away and wait.

Li Qingyuan sneered, but it was just a dark house, and if he was timid and afraid, he wouldn't be able to make it a climate after all.

He held the Night Pearl in his right hand, and dragged the half-dead Zhu Changqin with his left hand, and when he marched into the hall, he jerked his hand again, and Zhu Changqin immediately fell to the ground, making a muffled sound of 'clang'.

It's just like this, how could he be relieved, over the years, he has stayed by Zhu Changqin's side, and the beatings and scoldings he has received add up to more than the number of Duxi disciples. Thinking of this, he kicked Zhu Changqin a few more times, but soon he retracted his foot, if he was beaten to death, it would not be too cheap for him, only by letting him live, become a waste, and be tortured, he could relieve his anger.

He squatted in front of Zhu Changqin, turned Zhu Changqin, who was lying in a pool of blood and motionless, and said viciously: "Senior brother, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, and you can't complain about me if you end up like this." I'm hoping that one day, you'll be able to stand up and seek revenge on me!ahaha......"

The laughter gradually faded away, and with the heavy sound of the iron door, Zhu Changqin opened his eyes with difficulty, in the dark, he couldn't see anything, but there was a bright light shining on him in his heart, and that bright light was hatred, hatred for Li Qingyuan, hatred for Song Jue, hatred for Zhu Yuanzhi, hatred for the entire Duxi and even the whole world.

"Hehe... It's you, boy, and we're meeting again. ”

At this time, Zhu Changqin couldn't move, and he couldn't speak, so he could only listen carefully to the source of the voice, which seemed familiar, but it was vague.

"It's so miserable! A person who used to be so proud, but now he can only act like a dead corpse, lying here and unable to move, you say, what is the point of your life? ”

Zhu Changqin finally heard that this was the voice of the resentful spirit, it turned out that the resentful spirit was not dead, but was locked up here, and it was really a narrow road.

"Haha... I have no grievances with you, and there is no benefit to you in killing me, and the people you should kill the most are those who betray you, those who rob you, and those who have lost you. ”

Zhu Changqin began to be angry, those people, how could he not want to kill, but the way he is now, even living is a kind of torture, and what kind of revenge is there to talk about.

"Ahh I haven't eaten anything in half a year, continue to be angry, give me more food, and I'll help you. ”

The resentful spirit greedily absorbed the resentment, sometimes dancing, sometimes cheering, but after a moment, he became angry again: "Why is it gone, continue to be angry!

Zhu Changqin closed his eyes, angry? At this time, he didn't even have the strength to be angry.

The resentful spirit is anxious to cross back and forth, how to do without resentment, half a year, it is not easy to come here, although he is a waste person, but it is better than nothing, he can't die, and he can't get out if he dies.

"Zhu Changqin, are you so unbearable? Willing to die like this, let Li Qingyuan's villain be successful, and let Song Jue continue to be famous in the world and be worshiped by others? Also, your most beloved woman, do you want her to throw her into the arms of Tang Yanyan's amorous gentleman? Are you willing? Are you willing? Are you will......ing?"

The voice of the resentful spirit made Zhu Changqin tremble completely, he was unwilling, how could a woman he had loved for ten years be thrown into the arms of others. He opened his eyes again, and when the hatred overshadowed the pain, the man became very powerful, and he sat up straight and began to meditate cross-legged. He wants to live, he wants to resume his cultivation, he wants to take revenge, and he wants to take back everything he deserves.

"Haha... The more angry you are, the stronger I will be, and only when I am strong can I help you recover your cultivation, even more than before. Don't say that Song Jue, even Cheng Jin is not your opponent, when the time comes, whether it is a woman or status, as long as you want it, you can get it. ”

Zhu Changqin tried a few times, but he didn't have any spiritual power in his body, and Yuan Dan had already been lost, not to mention cultivation, even if it was difficult to gather qi!

"Ahem...", a violent cough made him spit out a mouthful of blood, and then the whole person fell down again. Once the bone killing needle penetrates the bone marrow of the person being tortured, the person is no longer allowed to practice the original exercises, and the result of forced practice is that the qi becomes congested in the heart, and the meridians are injured in the lightest, and the life is suspended in the worst case.

"Alas, what a fool, he knows he can't do it, he's so stupid that it's no wonder he's going to be used by his men. Okay, this seat will be very kind today, teach you some new exercises, as long as you learn it, you and I will rush out of this dark temple is as easy as a hand, get up!"

Zhu Changqin tried several times, but he still couldn't get up, he was so anxious that his hands kept beating the ground, and finally closed his eyes like ashes.

"That's it, that's it, let you cultivate today, it's really difficult for you, this seat has been in this dark temple for more than half a year, and it doesn't hurt to stay for a few more days, just wait for you to get better and practice again!"

After speaking, the spirit simply lay down in the bottle, closed his eyes, and took a nap.

Without the voice of the resentful spirit, the silence around him was terrifying, and even the sound of Zhu Changqin's heart beating was very clear, with this voice and the pain of killing his heart, he could feel that he was still alive.

The darkness is not terrible, the terrible thing is here, you don't know what day it is, and after a long time, you will even wonder whether you are alive or dead. Even if you live, the loneliness and despair of waiting for death will only make life worse than death.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed to be a long time, and it seemed to be only a moment. There was a heavy muffled sound from the iron door, and in the darkness, Zhu Changqin couldn't see the appearance of the person who came, and could only see a pair of blood-red eyes slowly approaching him with the sound of 'tapping' footsteps.

The voice got closer and closer, and Zhu Changqin began to panic, and he struggled to crawl backwards, wanting to live as hatred consumed his mind. The arrival of this person undoubtedly frightened him, if he died, who would know that there was another person named Zhu Changqin in this world?

"Hehe, don't be afraid, I'm here to help you, if I want to kill you, it's time like this, where can you escape?"

The ethereal voice was mixed with disdain, and he stood in place, waiting for Zhu Changqin to crawl back on his own, wailing for help.

Zhu Changqin stopped his movements and began to make a difficult voice: "You, who are you, what do you want to do?"

"Does it matter who I am? The important thing is that I can help you, and now you hate the whole world. And I'm the same, hatred has tormented me for more than a thousand years, and I've suffered thousands, tens of thousands of times more than yours, but hatred is also the belief that supports me to live, so what about you?"

Zhu Changqin said word by word: "I, want, revenge, revenge,"

The person clapped his palms suddenly: "Okay, good, come here! I'll help you." ”

The voice carried infinite magic, and the whole person was unconscious, he slowly crawled towards the person, slowly touched a foot, followed the foot, hugged the person's legs, and began to cry: "Please, please, help me." ”

"Haha... Don't do that, I'll help you. ”

The visitor slowly squatted down, a cold light flashed in the darkness, and then, Zhu Changqin felt that something flowed into his mouth, the smell was extremely fishy, but it was a little sweet and delicious, he sucked frantically, until the person gradually left, still reminiscing.

Zhu Changqin suddenly felt that there was spiritual power flowing in his body, and the pain in his body gradually lessened, he sat up and began to operate his spiritual power. At this time, he was surprised to find that the true qi was gradually accumulating, and the spiritual power was running freely, and if he continued like this, the restoration of cultivation was just around the corner, or even more than before.

Alive, revenge!