Chapter 343: Execution

"Execution. At this time, the master of the supervision hall said, an elder personally walked in front of the old King Jingguang with a long whip, the old King Jingguang was tied to a cross wooden frame at this time, and the elder at this time, gently shook the long whip, only to hear a crisp sound of "pop". Then it was directly pumped on the body of the old King Jingguang, and there was a blood mark in an instant. At the same time, there was a scream.

This long whip is not an ordinary thing, but a hundred refining tools, it is made of small dragon tendons, there are thirty-three barbs on every inch of the long whip, after drawing, it is directly the skin and flesh blooming, not to mention 1,300 times, if it is finished, it will directly become a waste.

"Return to the hall master, the execution is complete. The elder said an hour later, that he had completed his order, and at this time, the old man Jingguang Wang was already without all his skin, and his skin was full of flesh, and it could be seen that the white bones were not in one or two places.

"Fill it with medicine, don't let it die like this. The Lord of the Overseer Hall said.

"You 、、、、、、 you better kill me directly, I'll 、、、、、、" Old Jingguang Wang's voice was hoarse like a gossamer, and the innermost part was full of blood.

"Death? You're thinking too simply. The Lord of the Overseer Hall said, looking at the other elder at this time. "The execution, the punishment of Ling Chi, cut 300 pieces of flesh, one piece weighed ten grams, and three drops of blood. ”

"Yui. "The elder received the order, and went directly to the torture platform, and at this time a waiter poured the potion into the mouth of the old King Jingguang, which was to save his life, and not to be directly carved in the criminal law, after all, he died ten days later, and if he really died, then the person who performed the torture would also die.

Ling Chi is also known as Ling Chi, that is, the folk say "a thousand knives". It is a statutory punishment and is the most cruel kind of death penalty. A total of 3357 knives are required, and the last knife, which is the 3357th knife, must be stabbed to death to stab the criminal to order Ling Chi to succeed. But now it's not about letting him die, it's better to live than to die.

Half an hour later, there was no longer a trace of intact skin on the old King Jingguang body. Seeing this at this time, some young children were directly frightened and cried, and the adults on the side directly covered their mouths with their hands.

"Lord of the Qi Palace, after the execution, there are a total of 300 knives, each knife cuts a piece of flesh weighing ten grams, with three drops of blood. ”

"Soul refining by fire. ”

An elder went out, and at this time all the people understood that this was the most painful, the fire refining soul, which was aimed at a person's soul, if there was a slight carelessness, it would be wiped out, not only that. Fire refining the soul, this is a pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, not in the body, but above the soul.

Three days later, at this time, most of the Wu disciples had returned, all of them were wearing linen and wearing filial piety, and at this time, around the mourning hall, there were already more than 100,000 Wu disciples guarding the soul of Soul Luo.

"The Yin and Yang family of the Wu clan has arrived. At this time, a waiter shouted, only to see a white cloud falling in the sky, and there was no figure in sight, Yun Zhongjun was dressed in white, and he had arrived before the coffin of Soul Luo, he was ** the coffin, as if he was ** Soul Luo, his eyes were full of love, and at this time in his eyes, Soul Luo was not dead,

"Yun Zhongjun, please mourn. At this time, an elder said, next to the coffin is Wu Yu, Wu Yu is on his knees at this time, the filial piety clothes on his body are still stained with blood, and he has not changed it, Wu Yu is burning paper money there at this time, and he said when he saw Yun Zhongjun coming here.

"It's Wu Yu's incompetence, please punish Yunzhongjun. ”

"Hahaha, you're really kidding. At this time, Yun Zhongjun's eyes were red and swollen, and his whole body seemed to have lost his backbone, swaying. "What if I punish you? Can my poor grandson come back from the dead? Wu Yu, I want you to beg for death, you can't beg for death, I want you to be condemned in your heart all the time. "Wu Yu is a protector of the way, his task is to protect the generations of Tianzhi Jiaozi can grow up smoothly, but he didn't expect that when he was about to die, he actually let Tianjiao die, will this be a stain in his life, and it will also be that he is not at peace in this life, and he is always blamed in his heart.

"I want my grandson to leave home at a young age, he has never had any treatment, he has been relying on his own efforts, how a pity that God is jealous of talents, so that I send a white-haired person to a black-haired person, my daughter I failed to protect, and now my grandson has also died, I am ashamed of my dreams, ashamed of my soul. At this time, Yun Zhongjun suddenly knelt down, and behind him, all the people from the Yin and Yang family had already knelt down.

"Yun Zhongjun, the deceased has passed away, you can't go in the past, I hope you can mourn and change, I can understand the pain in your heart, this time I must make them pay for their stupid behavior, you better get up, after all, you are Soul Luo's grandfather, you can't stand this kneeling." Witch Shadow said.

"He can afford it, it's true that he is my grandson, but he is also the Situ Gong of the Wu Clan, we have the difference between monarchs and ministers, this kneeling is my kneeling as the king of the clouds, not me as his grandfather. ”

"It'、、、、、、 okay. Witch Shadow said.

"The guy out there is the murderer of my grandson?" the Witch Shadow didn't speak, just nodded. At this time, Yunzhongjun waved his hand, and a white cloud surrounded the old King Jingguang, at this time, King Jingguang's eyes were full of fear, in front of him was no longer a mourning hall, but a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, the oil pot was helpless, his grandson was constantly reincarnated in it, constantly roaring, this is a groan of pain, a cry from the soul.

"No, don't, don't punish my good grandson, what is his past I am willing to bear、、、、、、" The old King Jingguang roared hysterically, but it had no effect, no matter how he yelled, it would not be able to free his grandson.

"He won't die, I know he has a greater use, I just cast an illusion, now that he is in the illusion, let him reincarnate in it. Yun Zhongjun said.

After another two days, at this time, all the disciples of the Wu clan in the field have returned, and the entire mourning hall has been full of kneeling, there are as many as 300,000 people, not only that, all the shops and storefronts of the Wu clan are closed, and they are guarding the soul of Soul Luo in a distant place, at this moment, a team of people wearing armor suddenly came in outside the mourning hall, there are not many of them, but at this time, no one can underestimate them, these people are Soul Luo's private soldiers, including Ji Gongni and Lu Xue, the son of the city lord of Twilight Snow City who was originally collected in the extreme northern snow field Twilight Snow City, and now the Wu clan Lu Zhang。 Soul Luo's private soldiers were originally a team of eighty-eight people, but because of the life and death experience of the past two years, now there are only sixty people left.