Yun Zangfeng and Long Ling were locked up in the cave under the mountain village. They slept sweetly, but their dreams were not long. The scar-faced young man came to the top of the cave with two minions and "invited" them out of the cave without hesitation.

"It's you again?" The look of surprise could not be erased on Yun Zangfeng's face. A sinister smiled on the scarred young man's face. There were many things hidden in this smile, such as hatred and lust: "Yes, little brat, we meet again. But this time you will die at my hands. I will also send her to see you after my brothers and I taste it. Such a tender young man's lewd laughter echoed in the closed cave. Yun Zangfeng and Long Ling just looked at him quietly, and their eyes were full of disgust and resentment.

The two were tied to the punishment frame by the scar-faced young man. Yun Zangfeng resisted unintentionally. He understood that this was futile. With his current ability, Long Ling, who had been limp because of poison, could not escape from here even if he killed the scar-faced young man and the guards present. The iron chains as thick as his thumb tied up Yun Zangfeng's hands layer by layer, and two thick iron hooks were inserted into Yun Zangfeng's knees and elbow joints. The severe pain made Yun Zangfeng tremble all over, and blood was bitten out of the gums, so he did not scream. Long Ling and Scarfaced young man on the side could clearly hear the "clog" sound of Yun Zangfeng gritting his teeth. Long Ling shed tears in pain, but what could she do if she lost her strength? Only the heartache and unwilling tears crawled all over her pretty cheeks.

The severe pain passed, Yun Zangfeng took a breath and spitted on the ground: "That's all that, but I still want to know, what's your relationship with these bandits? And that great immortal."

The scarred young man took out a piece of fiery red soldering iron from the pile of fiery charcoal and gently blew the charcoal ash on it. Then the fiery red slowly stretched over to Yun Zangfeng's lower body. The horror in Yun Zangfeng's eyes could no longer be covered. The scarred young man laughed proudly: "It's this kind of look, haha, enjoy it." Everyone present could only smell the "squeak" sound, and all felt a chill in the lower body, and a smell of meat was in the air.

It spread out. Yun Zangfeng could no longer bear it and roared in pain. The pain was enough to move the world. Long Ling's tears were like a spring, and he kept ringing at Yun Zangfeng with his heart, saying, "Zangfeng, I'm sorry." Yun Zangfeng wiped the tears that were flowing out of the pain on his shoulders, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of murderous intent: "I swear, I will definitely not let you die too well."

For some reason, the scarred young man looked at the dark and murderous eyes and felt a little scared in his heart. He was clearly locked by iron chains and his limbs and joints were also shattered, but the eyes made people feel like a prehistoric beast, which would be chosen to eat at any time, and it was like a poisonous snake, entangling you, biting your throat with poisonous fangs, and injecting his venom. The scarred young man swallowed: "Hmph, I don't care about you for the time being, wait for me to enjoy it first." He chose to use some words to hide his embarrassment. His embarrassing posture seemed a bit ridiculous, but no one would laugh at him, because everyone who saw Yun Zangfeng's eyes could feel the chill of frozen souls.

The scarred young man turned his head and murmured: "It's really evil." He raised his head and hit Long Ling's face with pear blossoms, and the lewd smile returned to his face. He couldn't wait to climb onto the wooden frame that bound Long Ling, smelled the fragrance on Long Ling's milky white hair with his nose, and then stuck out his tongue to lick Long Ling's swan-like neck, and held Long Ling's delicate earlobe with his dirty mouth. All of this was only silently endured, even if he was so angry that his whole body was trembling, he could not use any strength. He ordered someone to lift Yun Zangfeng's head, and then used the dagger he carried with him to cut and tear off Long Ling's clothes one by one, as if he was for Yun Zangfeng to see. Every action was so light and slow. If it weren't for the harsh laughter mixed in it, someone would probably regard this behavior as an indescribable art.

Perhaps, this is what the scar-faced youth said to be enjoying. The girl cried helplessly. The enemy couldn't stand him but couldn't get rid of his eyes. He also did whatever he wanted. The most proudest thing in life was at this moment. But he didn't notice that Yun Zangfeng's eyes became redder as Long Ling's clothes fell off one by one. The iron hooks embedded in Yun Zangfeng's limbs and joints broke out bit by bit. He didn't notice that part of Yun Zangfeng's body began to grow scales, red.

The scales slowly grew out of Yun Zangfeng's body like blood. In a blink of an eye, only a slut was left on Long Ling's body. The scar-faced young man was no longer in the mood to see Yun Zangfeng. His snow-white skin had attracted his attention, even though the snow-white body was not graceful. But when his dagger had not touched Long Ling's underwear, an iron chain as thick as a thumb passed by, his eyes were red, half a dragon, and half a human body blocked Long Ling's body.

"You, what kind of monster are you?" The scar-faced young man was startled and looked closely and asked this question. After all, the monster in front of him had half of the body of the boy, but how could the boy break free by being locked by iron chains? Therefore, there was this question. But only a dull low roar was answered, and Yun Zangfeng made a move towards the void, and the black battle spear appeared out of nowhere as if he was called. Yun Zangfeng only stabbed forward, as fast as lightning, and quickly retracted, and stabbed again, and then soared in this way.

After thirty-six pierced, each thorn was accompanied by the sound of metal objects piercing into the flesh. With each sound, two blood holes appeared on the body of the scarred young man, one in front of him and the other behind him. After thirty-six pierced, Yun Zangfeng threw the scarred young man aside like throwing away garbage. His figure was like the wind, shuttled back and forth between the guards. Everyone killed with one blow, cut off his head, or cut off his head, or pierced his heart. There were various ways to die.

Yun Zangfeng rushed out of the cave and killed people when he saw them, without any mercy, as the poem said: "Kill one person in ten steps, and no journey left for a thousand miles." The red figure carried black and harvested away one life after another, and killed it all the way to the Juyi Hall. I don't know if it was a coincidence or Yun Zangfeng's remaining consciousness guided Yun Zangfeng here, but what was even more strange was that Yun Zangfeng who came here stopped because there was a person standing in front of him, a Confucian scholar, who played with the flame in his hands, muttering: "Sincereness."

"Don't you feel a little sad after you killed so many people?" The Confucian scholar asked with confusion, and seemed to be talking to himself. "I am very sad. Although I have also killed many people. You have killed so many of my subordinates, the foundation I have built up with hard work has been destroyed by you, but it's okay, the money is still in my hands, and people are everywhere. But you may be dead today."

The Confucian scholar threw the flame in his hand towards Yun Zangfeng. Yun Zangfeng waved his spear and opened it. His feet were in a slight error. In the blink of an eye, he came to the Confucian scholar. He pointed to the tip of the spear and drove straight into it. The tip of the spear was the Confucian scholar's chest. The Confucian scholar took out a talisman, and the talisman was spurted without fire. A yellow light shrouded it inside. The spear tip hit it on it, making a sound of metal and iron attack. The Confucian scholar sneered, took out the sword he was equipped with, and chopped it on Yun Zangfeng's dragon armor, only sparks splashed, and there was no white mark left. The Confucian scholar also frowned at this time. This man could not beat him and could not kill him. It would be no benefit to him if he had to stand still.

The time when the protective talisman was exhausted, it was probably the time when his head and head was different. The Confucian scholar thought for a moment, and showed a ruthless look on his face, as if he had made up some determination. He took out several talismans. The Confucian scholar held the talisman in his hand, and suddenly exerted force, and passed by Yun Zangfeng. Yun Zangfeng seized the opportunity, turned around and stabbed the Confucian scholar in the thigh. The Confucian scholar fell to the ground, but smiled. It turned out that the moment he passed by, he was injured, but the few talismans were also stuck on Yun Zangfeng's body. The Confucian scholar pinched a trick, and the talisman on Yun Zangfeng's body ignited. Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in the sky, accompanied by roar, as if a heavenly disaster was coming.

"This thunder-induced talisman cannot kill you?" The Confucian scholar smiled. But human calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations. A soft sword mixed with milky white flames pierced into his chest from behind. The mantra ended abruptly until halfway through the pronunciation. The dark clouds in the sky also dissipated. The talisman on Yun Zangfeng fell off and fell to the ground with Yun Zangfeng.
Chapter completed!