Zhu Yuanzhi raised his right hand tremblingly, and there was a steel needle between his index and middle fingers. The steel needle was ten times the size of an ordinary silver needle. He stared at Zhu Changqin, his heart skipped a beat, and with a wave of his hand, the steel needle

It flew straight out and penetrated into Zhu Changqin's left ribs.

The left rib is connected to the heart and is the place where spiritual energy gathers. This first shot is to dispel the spiritual energy.

"ah……"

Zhu Changqin screamed and his face began to turn purple. The pain of killing bones was far beyond his imagination.

When Mo Yun was deposed to cultivate, he was locked up in the Discipline Hall. No one saw how painful he was at that time, and could only hear bursts of screams. At that time, Zhu Changqin stood outside the door, laughing.

He was so proud that he never imagined that he would have such a day.

Ji Nuan turned around when he heard the sound, and saw Zhu Changqin looking in pain and 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 give myself a warning."

Thinking that Song Wangchen, whom he almost harmed twice, would also be punished like this, Ji Nuan was still frightened. He might as well take a look, so that he would not be so impulsive before doing things in the future.

Song Wangchen stopped talking and just stayed with her silently.

"ah……"

Zhu Yuanzhi threw out two more needles, hitting Zhu Changqin's wrist bones. The wrist bones were connected to the tendons. These two needles destroyed his cultivation.

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

There were already some female disciples in the crowd who didn't dare to look anymore. They covered their eyes and turned around, but they didn't want to leave.

Then the fourth and fifth needles were thrown out, hitting the leg bones of the Changqins, the sixth and seventh needles were at the kneecaps, the eighth needle was at the waist bones...

Zhu Yuanzhi kept throwing out needles one after another, and each one was faster than the last.

Zhu Changqin screamed repeatedly, his school uniform had already been dyed blood red, and he saw the spiritual power in his body draining away bit by bit. The sadness, desolation, resentment, fear, and pain were far more draining on the mind than the pain of killing bones.

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Almost everyone can't bear it. Such a punishment is far more cruel than sealing one's throat with a sword.

Song Wangchen hugged Ji Nuan tightly, blocking all her sight. He had seen this scene five years ago. Everyone in the world knew that Song Jue was ruthless and unjust, but who knew that when Mo Yun was tortured, he

He has been hiding in the dark, watching his best friend suffer, but being unable to do anything about it. His pain can be imagined.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhi had thrown the last shot, and it hit Zhu Changqin's Heavenly Spirit Cap. The Heavenly Spirit Cap was the source of all spiritual power, and this blow was undoubtedly the most fatal.

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

Zhu Yuanzhi waved his hand, and eighty-one steel needles flew out and fell to the ground one after another. When he stopped his hand, his whole body seemed to fall apart and fell straight back.

"Junior 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 all Changqin to the dark palace and never let him out."

When Li Qingyuan led two disciples to relieve Zhu Changqin, he fell straight down like a pool of stagnant water. Under the leadership of Li Qingyuan, two disciples, one on the left and one on the right, lifted him up and dragged him out of the crowd.

sight.

The crowd also slowly dispersed, and only Song Wangchen and Ji Nuan were left clinging to each other on the huge school grounds. I don’t know how long it took, before Ji Nuan slowly raised his head and said with a wry smile: "Alright?

It's not you."

Song Wangchen wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes: "Don't worry, that day won't happen."

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

Li Qingyuan

Opening the iron door of the Dark Palace, he turned around, personally helped Zhu Changqin go in, and ordered: "You two are guarding outside. It's better not to come in to such a dark place."

This is the Palace of Darkness! Rumor has it that Ling Cheng was sealed here thousands of years ago and died tragically inside. Of course they didn't want to go in, so they immediately felt grateful and hurriedly responded, running to stand two meters away and waiting.

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Li Qingyuan smiled sarcastically, saying it was just a dark house. If he was timid and afraid of getting into trouble, he would never be able to achieve anything.

He held the luminous pearl in his right hand and dragged the half-dead Zhu Changqin with his left hand. When he was walking into the palace, he suddenly pulled out his hand, and the Zhu Changqin immediately fell to the ground with a muffled sound of "clang".

Just like this, how could he relieve his anger? In these years, he stayed with Zhu Changqin and received more beatings and scoldings than the number of Muxi disciples. Thinking of this, he kicked Zhu Changqin a few more times.

But he quickly withdrew his legs. If he were beaten to death, it would not be too easy for him. Only by letting him live, become a cripple, and suffer all kinds of torture can he relieve his anger.

He squatted in front of Zhu Changqin, turned over Zhu Changqin who was lying motionless in a pool of blood, and said viciously: "Senior brother, if you do many unjust things, you will die. If you end up like this, you can't blame me. Just be good."

Stay here and reflect! I still hope that one day you can stand up and seek revenge from me! Haha..."

The laughter gradually faded away, and with the heavy sound of the iron door, Zhu Changqin opened his eyes with difficulty. In the darkness, he could not see anything, but there was a bright light shining on him in his heart.

It is hatred, hatred for Li Qingyuan, hatred for Song Jue, hatred for Zhu Yuanzhi, hatred for the entire Muxi and even the entire world.

"Haha...boy, it turns out to be you! We meet again."

At this time, Zhu Changqin couldn't move or lie down, and he couldn't speak. He could only listen carefully to the source of the sound. The sound seemed familiar, but it was vague.

"How miserable! A person who was once so proud can now only walk like a dead body, lying here unable to move. Tell me, what's the point of living for you?"

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 imprisoned here. It was really an enemy's road.

"Haha... It's really pathetic that you still want to kill me now! I have no enmity with you. Killing me will do you no good. The people you should kill the most are those who betrayed you and robbed you of your things.

People, and those who have betrayed you."

Zhu Changqin began to get angry. How could he not want to kill those people? But he was like this. Even living was a kind of torture. How could he talk about revenge?

"Ah..., it's so delicious! I haven't eaten anything for half a year. Continue to be angry. Give me more food and I will help you."

The resentful spirit greedily absorbed the resentment, sometimes dancing, sometimes cheering, but after a moment, he became angry again: "Why is there no more? Keep angry! Keep going!"

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

The resentful spirit walked back and forth anxiously. What could he do without resentment? After half a year, someone finally came here. Although he is a useless person, it is better than nothing. He cannot die. If he dies, he will never be able to get out again.

"Zhu Changqin, are you so unbearable? Are you willing to die like this, let the villain Li Qingyuan succeed, and let Song Jue continue to be famous all over the world and be worshiped by others? Also, you want your most beloved woman to be thrown into Tang Dynasty

Are you willing to be in the arms of that romantic playboy? Are you willing? Are you willing..."

The voice of the resentful spirit made Zhu Changqin tremble completely. He was unwilling to accept it. How could the woman he had loved for ten years fall into the arms of others? He opened his eyes again. When hatred overwhelms the pain, people become very powerful.

He sat up straight and began to meditate cross-legged. He wanted to live, resume his practice, take revenge, and take back everything he deserved.

"Haha... you are still not as unbearable as I want you to be. Very good. Practice slowly and remember to be angry! The more you become

Anger, I can become stronger. Only when I am stronger can I help you restore your cultivation, even better than before. Let alone Song Jue, even Cheng Jin will not be your opponent. When the time comes, no matter whether it is a woman or status, as long as you

Everything you want is at your fingertips."

Zhu Changqin tried several times, but found that he had no spiritual power at all, and his Yuan Dan had long been lost. Let alone practice, even gathering Qi was difficult!

"Ahem..." A violent cough made him vomit a mouthful of blood, and then he fell down again. Once the bone-killing needle penetrated the bone marrow of the person who was being tortured, the person was no longer allowed to practice the original technique and forcibly practiced it.

The result is that Qi accumulates in the heart, which in mild cases may damage the meridians, and in severe cases may cause death.

"Oh, you are such a fool. You do something you know you can't do. You are so stupid. No wonder you are taken advantage of by your subordinates. Okay, I will be kind today and teach you some new skills. As long as you learn it, you will

It's easy for me to break out of this dark palace, get up!"

Zhu Changqin tried several times, but still couldn't get up. He was so anxious that he kept beating the ground with his hands, and finally closed his eyes as if he were dead.

"That's all, that's all. It's really difficult for you to practice today. I've been in this dark palace for more than half a year. It doesn't matter if I stay for a few more days. I'll just wait until you're better and practice again!

"

After the resentful spirit finished speaking, he 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. Even the beating sound of Zhu Changqin's heart was very clear. Only with this sound and the pain of killing his heart could he feel that he was still alive.

Darkness is not scary, but the scary thing is that here, you don’t know what night it is, and as time passes, you may even wonder whether you are alive or dead. Even if you are alive, the loneliness and despair of waiting for death will only make life worse.

die.

I don’t know how long it took, it seemed very long, and it seemed like only a moment. The iron door made a heavy muffled sound. In the darkness, Zhu Changqin couldn’t see the appearance of the person coming. He could only see a pair of blood-red eyes accompanied by kicks.

The sound of tapping footsteps slowly approached him.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and Zhu Changqin began to panic. He struggled to crawl back. When hatred engulfed his mind, he wanted to live. The arrival of this person undoubtedly made him feel scared. If he died like this, who would

Do you know that there is a person named Zhu Changqin in this world?

"Haha, don't be afraid. I'm here to help you. If I want to kill you, where can you escape at this time?"

His ethereal voice was filled with disdain. He stood there, waiting for Zhu Changqin to crawl back and cry out for help.

Zhu Changqin stopped moving and began to speak with difficulty: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

"Does it matter who I am? What's important is that I can help you. Now you hate everyone in the world. And I am the same. Hatred has tortured me for more than a thousand years. The pain I have endured is thousands or tens of thousands of yours."

Times, but hatred is also the belief that supports my survival, what about you?"

Zhu Changqin said word for word: "I want revenge."

The visitor clapped his hands fiercely: "Okay, very good, come over here! I'll help you."

The sound was filled with infinite magic power, and Zhu Changqin was so shocked that he was completely unconscious. He slowly crawled towards the visitor, slowly touched a foot, followed that foot, and hugged the visitor's arm.

Legs, began to cry: "Please, please, help me."

"Haha..., don't be like this, I will help you."

The visitor slowly squatted down, and a cold light flashed in the darkness. Immediately afterwards, Zhu Changqin felt something flow into his mouth. The smell was extremely fishy, ​​but also sweet and delicious. He sucked it crazily, until the visitor gradually gradually

After leaving, I am still thinking about it.

Zhu Changqin suddenly felt spiritual energy flowing in his body, and the pain in his body gradually eased. He sat up and began to use his spiritual energy. At this time, he was surprised to find that the true energy gradually accumulated and the spiritual energy moved freely. This way

If you go on, it will be just around the corner to restore your cultivation level, even better than before.
Chapter completed!