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118 War God(2/2)

"This martial arts vindicationist will one day peel his skin alive, throw him into the nest of Xuanqi Thunder Beasts, and let him be bitten by the Thunder Beasts. He wailed for three days before he died."

Qiu Baishui's eyes were full of resentment.

"Class leader, will you relieve yourself? You should first cut off his life, the patriarch. Remember there is a group of mischievous knives not far from the west of the lower attic, so that they can take three days to fight this boy." A python elder flattered and offered a punishment method.

Qiu Baishui's eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed very satisfied.

Another python elder, Ji Jin, the leader of the village, replied carefully: "My tribe, I have heard of a kind of "sitting punishment, putting an iron block with a sharp split shape. Then let his legs spread and sit down, let his life and hips feel it."

"It's really cruel enough to cut off your son and grandson, but that's not enough. Tell me quickly, are there anything else?"

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Elders offered vicious punishment methods one by one. The practitioners of this supernatural power have been practicing for a long time, and some supernatural powers are very bored, so they study some torture methods.

The python has been long, and over this long period of time, its psychology has become more and more perverted. I don’t know how many torture methods have been created by these old monsters.

Qiu Baishui was very satisfied with it.

Only in this way can he let his hatred be relieved.

"It's great, but if you can't catch him, everything will be meaningless." Qiu Baishui's face darkened when he thought of Ji Wuliang's difficulty. "Okay, stop chasing for the time being." At the same time, Qiu Baishui ordered the tall snake clan through a messaging order.

After they left for half an hour, they actually climbed out from the ground under the endless soil where Qiu Baishui and others were just now. It was Ji Wuliang.

"Jade python, the breath of the python king, I'm so bitter about chasing me. I want you to die."

Ji Wuliang's eyes were covered in coldness.

"If a person is not crueler to the enemy, he is definitely committing evil. I, Ji Wuliang, will never commit evil, absolutely!"

Yunji Palace is the political center of the entire Zhoutian Continent, and it is also the "headquarters" of the Zhou Emperor's Sect, the strongest sect in the Zhoutian Continent.

Sitting on the dragon throne that countless people have dreamed of, but there is no joy at all. At this time, the contemporary leader of the Zhou Emperor Sect, the 39th Supreme Emperor of the Zhoutian Continent, and the most powerful master in the world, Zhou Weiche, and the emperor's name Changfeng, were angry. His beloved little princess Yin Mei actually followed the nine-star boxing master who participated in the breaking trial and sneaked out of the palace and headed towards the hometown of her mother in the south. There was the endless sunset mountain range with a dangerous danger. The endless sunset mountain range is one of the four major dangerous places in the world.

"There is no guard around the little princess. Although the little princess is extremely intelligent, it is very dangerous to have no strength in the Zhoutian Continent where Wufeng is so prosperous. If you don't have the strength to protect yourself, you may encounter some restless bandits on that day. In the face of absolute force, intelligence is not very useful. Only the equal importance of intelligence and force is the king." The voice of a eunuch came from below. When the emperor was furious, he dared to speak loudly. This person was either a fool or a favorite minister of the emperor. Looking at the light flashing through his eyes from time to time, everyone below knew that the Yin Jiuzhong, the chief general of the palace was not a fool, but a true favorite minister of the emperor.

"Send Longying to follow the princess. If the princess makes any mistakes, I will not even let you go."

"Yes!" The slave obeyed.

In the Jijia Village, the residence of Mr. Chen Sizhuo, Liufeng.

In front of me is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a white turban and armor. Although he was sitting there quietly, he was not angry and powerful. He was worried about the world before he was happy about the world. He was such a person.

"Didn't my uncle guard the border? Why did he come back like this? Jijiazhai is not a safe place. Moreover, if Zhou Weiche and the emperor Changfeng knew about it, it would be a big trouble. Could something be said to have happened?" asked in confusion, intending to break this calmness.

Liu Zhenyuan, the general of Zhenbei, had a gloomy face, and the room was filled with serious smell again. Liu Zhenyuan said meaningfully: "Your experience is paused. Your grandfather once asked you to go to him. Your strength should be improved rapidly. Although you are more interested in making articles, you have to figure out that this is the Zhoutian Continent, which is respected by martial arts. People's hearts are not the same. All the major super forces on the continent have ambitions to compete for the world. A storm is brewing, and the storm is about to come and the wind is everywhere. I guess I use it.

In a short while, the world will be in chaos. In the future, each will rely on its strength. The stronger the strength, the greater the chance of survival. Articles in troubled times are not worth a lot of money, and life is like grass. But I feel at ease when you go to your grandfather's house. Their family is one of the four super families in the Zhoutian Continent. Top experts are emerging one after another. Various secret treasures of martial arts are no less than this mysterious Jijia Village. Moreover, the secret treasures of martial arts there can be read often. Unlike our Jijia Village, those old guys would rather rot the secret book than let us take a look.’’

"How could this happen? Your Majesty Weiche's great talent and strategy are no worse than the Emperor of Zhou. In recent years, the strength of the Great Zhou Dynasty has reached a peak. People do not know that there is a country, but only know that there is a Zhoutian Continent, which is the best portrayal. Your Majesty Weiche has unified the sixteen states of Zhoutian, and has a prestige that has caught up with Emperor Shi Huang of Zhou three thousand years ago. Where did this war-torn theory come from?"

"There are sixteen states in the world. This dizzy Majesty Weiche is too eager for quick success and instant benefits. Ordinary people know that the fourteen states of Zhoutian are controlled by the four super families and the top ten super sects. The other two states are even more chaotic places where people from the mainland hear the news. Your Majesty Weiche is robbing food from the tiger's mouth and betrays the world's worst! How can you not be bounced by the world if you act like this? Although the number of top masters among these super forces is not as large as that of the Zhou Emperor's Sect, there are too many ants to kill the elephant. What's more, the number of top masters among these forces is much larger than that of the Zhou Emperor's Sect." Liu Zhenyuan, the general of Zhenbei, said slowly.

"No wonder my uncle will come back. You are guarding the ebony domain in the north, and this ebony domain is the sphere of influence of my grandfather and his family. Since this is the case, it is better to stay out of the matter and let the people from the palace fight against them." Liufeng Young Master Chen Sizhuo was serious at this time, without a trace of the young master's style. If Ji Wuliang was here, he would definitely say that he didn't know him. The gap between the two was too big!
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