Su Changan was half-kneeling on the ground, one of his hands was holding the long knife tightly, because he was too hard, his knuckles had already been released, and the other hand was supporting his body. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, the temples on both sides were bruised, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Apparently he was suffering some kind of great pain, almost indescribable pain.

He needed to bite his lip with his teeth so that a painful moan would not spill down his throat.

Wan Yan Zuo should have killed him at any time, but he didn't kill him. Its purpose is nothing more than to torture him, and the more painful he is, the more he falls into the hands of Yan Zuoying.

Su Changan was naturally unwilling to do what he wanted, so no matter what kind of pain his body was suffering, he still gritted his teeth and held back without making a sound.

"How long do I think you can last?" Wanyan Zuoying walked up, his expression was extremely leisurely, as if he had already eaten Su Changan, and his eyes were even more cruel and cold, and he said mocking words in his mouth.

Su Changan knew that this was Wanyan Zuo should disturb his mind, so he didn't respond to him at all, but lowered his head and fought the pain that surged like a tide alone.

"The ghost fire of the Nether Capital will eat away at your soul step by step, and with each bit, the pain of the soul will be magnified several times, and when the soul inside is devoured, I will connect your body into a flesh puppet, and let him kill the civilians you protect on our behalf. Wan Yan Zuoying continued.

"But... If you're willing to kneel down and beg me now, I might consider giving you a treat!"

"......" Su Changan still hadn't heard Wanyan Zuoying's words, he still lowered his head and fought against the growing pain in his body with all his might.

His clothes were already soaked with sweat, the blood vessels under his skin began to burst, and some pores began to ooze some blood, and the whole person looked like he had walked around in a pool of blood.

But he still gritted his teeth, and did not make even a sound.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, Wan Yan Zuo let out a cold snort from his mouth, although he didn't show too much abnormality on the surface, but his heart was greatly shaken.

He naturally knew the power of the ghost fire in the hidden capital.

That pain, even the stars may not be able to bear it, but Su Changan has been scorched by this ghost fire for nearly an hour, and Wanyan Zuoying can even imagine that the soul under the young man's skin should have been broken at this time.

But he still endured the pain, and he didn't cry out for a minute.

This made Wan Yan Zuo Ying feel a burst of fear in addition to being shocked.

Why does this young man, who is not as good as a celestial cultivator, have such a strong will? It is something that is almost impossible for even the stars to die.

Wan Yan Zuo Ying felt frightened, he couldn't even imagine how powerful this young man would be when he died as a cultivator.

He must make him submit!

This thought popped into Yan Zuoying's mind at that time, and only by letting him give in could he get out of Fang Cai's ridiculous fear.

With that in mind, he took another step forward.

"But flesh and blood puppets also need some powerful ghosts and ghosts to drive, and they are not ordinary ghosts and ghosts, they have to be the kind of ghosts and ghosts that cannot rest in peace for thousands of years and cannot be reborn forever!" Wan Yan Zuoying said to himself, but the corner of his eyes fell on Su Changan's body without leaving half a minute.

"But this kind of ghost is extremely rare and difficult to find. He patted his head and seemed to be very distressed by this.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, he slapped his head suddenly, and said: "By the way, didn't those swordsmen turn into powerful ghosts with the help of General Su, and they will not be able to rest in peace for thousands of years?

After that, he also pretended to arch his hand towards Su Changan.

Su Changan's body was shocked, and Wanyan Zuoying's words hit Su Changan's sore feet very accurately.

He may be devoured by the so-called ghost fire of the ghost capital, but if he dies, he will die, Su Changan is not afraid, after all, he has expected this, but those swordsmen have turned into powerful ghosts because of him, and he will never be at peace, how can he feel at ease.

Almost then, he raised his head. Looking around, the three thousand swordsmen turned into powerful ghosts still hovering above the battlefield, roaring, struggling, and churning, apparently enduring some great pain.

And the initiator of all this is himself.

Thinking of this, Su Changan's mind was lost, and the pain of his soul being burned came suddenly, and he almost subconsciously let out a painful moan from his mouth. And his body began to tremble violently because of the sudden feeling of guilt, and his mind was almost on the verge of collapse at that time.

Wanyan Zuoying was very satisfied with this result, his goal had been achieved, but he still didn't plan to kill Su Changan, at least, he still had to appreciate his masterpiece.

Tuoba Yuanwu in the distance also kept his eyes on Su Chang'an's body after the bronze elephant was completely sent away.

Su Changan killed his most loyal general, and he was eager to eat his flesh, eat his bones, drink his blood, and sleep on his skin.

And I have to say that Wanyan Zuo should have his own skills in torturing people, and Tuoba Yuanwu is very satisfied with Su Chang'an's current state. His mind couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed at that time, and the corners of his mouth once again sketched a cruel smile.

Beside him, the mourner who had already sent away the bronze exorcism elephant did not leave, she stood quietly beside him, and her eyes also fell on Su Changan in the distance.

"It seems that the mourners also like to see such scenes. ”

Tuoba Yuanwu thought like this in his heart, and was about to say something close to the funeral person, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The mourners have always been indifferent, and have no interest in earthly things.

How could he stop to watch him torture a boy from the Heavenly Hearing Realm?

She stayed, and naturally there was a reason for her to stay.

But what is the reason?

Tuoba Yuanwu thought of this, his heart suddenly chuckled, as if he suddenly understood something.

"Finish Yan Zuoying. Kill him!" he hurriedly raised his head and roared in the direction of Su Changan.

Apparently he was in such a hurry that even his voice was distorted by this.

Because, he understood one thing.

There is only one thing that can make the mourners stop, and that is the imminent fall of the stars.

Su Changan is not a star, so...

Wanyan Zuoying was stunned, although he didn't understand why he asked him to let Su Changan not survive, Tuoba Yuanwu, who couldn't survive and couldn't die, why did he suddenly change his mind at this moment.

But out of instinct, his hand was still raised high, and he wanted to take Su Changan's life.

But at that moment, the trembling of the young man's body suddenly stopped, and his head was raised suddenly, and his eyes, which had become crimson from congestion, gleamed with a chilling brilliance.

At that moment, Wanyan Zuo should smell a very different taste.

That taste.

It's called death.