Chapter 187

"It's the first day, and there's still no sound on the other side of the valley?"

"The next day, on the other side of the valley, is there still no sound?"

"It's the last day, ...... over the valley"

"It's still quiet, but it's still glowing, which means he's still rebelling against the crackdown. ”

"You said, Immortal Venerable will not read that he is not a disciple of Taihua Mountain, so he has left a glimmer of life. ”

"You must know that Jiang Yuan once angered Immortal Venerable and was also punished, in those few days, Jiang Yuan's terrible screams resounded for three days and three nights, how could Qin Song resist this pain that penetrated deep into his soul?"

"Immortal Venerable does things, will he still take care of these?"

"You're right, then Qin Song is too terrible, don't provoke it easily in the future. ”

Qin Song can always hear these voices, and these voices are still coming from Taihua Mountain.

The little immortal crane was very powerful, and drove everyone who wanted to see the humiliation scene of Qin Song out.

Qin Song struggled to hold his head high, looking at the figure of the little crane in the distance, with white feathers and elegant demeanor, but it looked so shocking.

A little bit of blood, on the white feathers, is like a plum blossom with cold snow and proud bones.

The little immortal crane is very powerful, stronger than ordinary inner disciples, ordinary characters dare not come, but in the past three days, there have always been various powerful figures hidden in the darkness, coming to test.

By this point, she had been seriously injured.

Qin Song was very distressed, but he felt helpless like never before, and now he couldn't stand up.

The great mana, like a ruthless rule, pressed him to the ground, unable to move.

Yes......

Qin Song struggled hard, his body lying on the ground trembled violently, and he felt unprecedented humiliation, because he couldn't stand up after all.

It's raining, it's raining, and the gloomy day is gloomy, and after all, a rare heavy rainstorm came, which kept hitting Qin Song's face and clothes.

Qin Song smiled bitterly, you must know how this kind of mortal thing could fall on him in the past.

The little crane ran over with a chatter, looking very cheerful, she brought an umbrella, suspended in the air with mana, like a slim fairy in white, holding an umbrella, came to his side.

The umbrella covered the torrential rain, but Qin Song's clothes were still soaked, and the torrential rain formed a torrent on the ground, gathering rapidly, and the turbid sewage continued to rise, and finally passed Qin Song's raised head.

He felt the earthy smell of muddy water, which was constantly sucked into his lungs as he breathed, choking on a violent cough.

In the little crane's spiritual eyes, tears flickered.

"Weaker than people, this will end, I have long expected that I will have this day, there is no grievance, anyway, when I was strong, I also did more vicious things than this, the fate of those weak people, than the current me, can be ten times more miserable. Qin Song smiled bitterly.

"Why is she right and you wrong, I think you're right. The little crane made a loud crane chirping.

"If one day I am stronger than her, then I am right, at that time, I will say the same thing to her, strong words, not taught, should be punished!" Qin Song smiled sinisterly.

He didn't choose to stop resisting, he was still struggling, fighting, running the Taixuan Sutra, and the mana in his body frantically resisted the power of suppression, stirring up a dazzling light, illuminating the valley in the rainstorm.

The sound of the rainstorm, like a waterfall, roared and deafening.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

In the dark clouds as heavy as lead, lightning bolts across the sky slashed down wildly, bombarding Qin Song's body, causing him to let out a muffled snort.

In his eyes, the little crane that covered his umbrella was knocked out by the aftermath and fell into the muddy ground, mottled with blood.

"Don't you come here......" Qin Song's voice gradually became quieter, he had already said this kind of thing many times on the first day, but the little fairy crane didn't listen to it every time, and covered him with an umbrella every time.

Boom, boom, boom

Blinding lightning continued to fall and bombard his body. He clenched his teeth, but he still couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt every time, and endured it in silence.

In the end, he couldn't help it anymore, so he opened his mouth and spit out several mouthfuls of blood, and some of the fragments of internal organs in his body were also spit out.

The blood fell in the rain and spread, as if it had stained a large area of the ground red, Qin Song was taken aback, and hurriedly said to the little immortal crane: "Hurry up and leave ......"

The sound was still in the air, and the rain on the ground rolled up, and the water vapor rushed and rushed, and the water on the ground was a foot back, and it fell at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the ground cracked, and the soil began to turn red, and then all turned into fiery red magma.

The valley, which was originally still lush and green, was wiped out in an instant, turning into a scorched earth, and this scene Qin Song felt almost the same as the scene he saw when he first went to the Yinshan Mountain Range.

But at this moment, his body was like a mortal, and although he could not suffer substantial damage, the pain and torture did not stop for a moment.

He gritted his teeth, and his nose continued to spew hot air, and he let out a muffled grunt of pain, sounding like he was about to die.

He felt that the flesh on his body was about to be cooked, the whole person was roasted alive by magma charcoal, his skin was charred, the flesh and fat were sizzling, bubbling with oil, and he felt like there were thousands of ants crawling and biting, and his internal organs seemed to be torn apart from the inside.

"You fucking old witch, you don't know how many years you have lived, you think about how to torture people every day, no, the king of Shang is not as perverted as you, wipe your whole family's ......" Qin Song felt unprecedentedly aggrieved, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't resist, he could only bear it silently. He cursed Xu Yuehua frantically in his heart, and only after diverting his attention like this did he feel that the pain in his body was slightly relieved.

In the primeval mountain range, he killed strong enemies, almost never met the opponent, how chic and happy, but when he returned to Fengxia Mountain, he only understood a little at this moment, if he did not enter the Daoji, he would eventually become an ant, otherwise, he would have to be like now, either humiliated obedience, so powerless resistance.

After a long time, he felt that the pain of being burned to death had eased a lot, the valley had returned to its original appearance, the magma had been transformed into nutrient-filled soil, and small green saplings had come out of the soil, and the branches had stretched, and soon in Qin Song's eyes, they had grown into towering trees.

Qin Song waited solemnly, and had no time to appreciate this wonderful scene, as he expected, a tingling pain came from the ground.

With a snort, the blood wave rushed very high, and a sharp long sword rushed out of the ground, directly piercing Qin Song's body, making his whole person directly become a sieve, full of blood holes.