Five or six tapeworms come towards Su Yuan at the same time.

The sharp tentacle was like a knife rushing in all directions.

This sharp level can instantly put his body out of several holes.

The blade of God was held in his hands by Su Yuan, and he looked at the pasta in the past.

Obviously, it is not possible to not move.

After a moment, Su Yuan's palms were lighted, and the original space instantly transformed into endless darkness.

Even the old man was shrouded in it.

The main hall around stands in front of it.

Su Yuan's body seemed to rise by dozens of feet in an instant.

Highlights and indifferent look.

He was still holding the blade of the god of God, watching the few flying worms that rushed quickly, and the blade of the God of God in his hand slipped quickly, just like a lit, rotating a arc.

The bright red light is mixed with a faint green and smelly smell, which is permeated in the hall.

The original waste in the void fell to the ground instantly.

Su Yuan's fingers were slightly gently, and there was a black light in the void. The quickly wrapped over and instantly turned those mucus into nothingness.

The power in the tapeworm seemed to be pulled away by the gap, and it was impossible to suture again.

After a moment, the body's body turned into nothingness, and on the other hand, it was a boundless grievance and fell into Huangquan River in the same way.

Even tapeworms have cause and effect.

Their existence is also because of the gathered resentment and the condensation of flesh and blood.

They are controlled by people throughout their lives and must not be free.

After death, the grievances are eliminated, and the soul is flying.

The remaining residual body fell into Huangquan River in the river, and the swing of Huangquan was swinged into Huangquan.

It was easy to solve the worms, and Su Yuan's cold eyes fell towards the extremely frightened old man.

His face was not as calm as it was, and the fear of fear was finally poured in his eyes.

Looking at Su Yuan, his body was trembling: "You are Yan Luo!"

Su Yuan's expression was calm, indifferent: "You use such brutal witchcraft calamities. I do n’t know how many children.

The temple tried you! "

Su Yuan said with his palm towards his head, patted it gently.

When he heard Su Yuan's words, the scary on the old man's face became more obvious, and his voice became sharp and sharp: "No, no! You can't judge me! I am the people of the Qing Dynasty witch tribe. If you kill me, the witch tribe

I won't let you go! "

The old man hopes to escape the trial by taking this opportunity.

But Su Yuan's movement did not stop at all, and the movements on his fingers were clearly visible.

Under the frightened eyes of the old man, the glory did not enter the eyebrows of the old man, and then there were black scrolls slowly on his head.

The picture in the scroll becomes clearly visible.

The old man stood in the room sharply, and slowly opened a black jar.

The frightened child struggled to get rid of his control, but the young age did not have much strength at all, not to mention that the old man was a cultivation person, and the spiritual power used was definitely not ordinary children who could fight.

After an instant, the child has been sealed and printed and thrown into the jar.

Su Yuan can see that the child is not because of this, but just can't move, but his eyes can see everything clearly, and his ears can hear the sound of the surroundings.

The old man seemed extremely proud, quickly waved his robe sleeves, and then countless poisonous snakes and crickets fell into the ground from his control.

The spiritual power swept away, and the poisonous snakes and crickets were thrown into that jar instantly.

The colorful poisonous snakes and black crickets swayed in front of the children's eyes, all mixed together.

Even across the picture, you can see the fear in the eyes of the child. Soon he opened his mouth, and some poisonous snakes drilled in along its mouth.

The severe pain allows the children's face to have endless pain.

The small face becomes twisted.

This method is cruel to the extreme.

Looking at such a picture, even Su Yuan, who was Yan Luo, felt a shock in his heart.

He did not expect that this process would be so cruel.

It wasn't until those poisonous snakes drilled into the child's body that the old man threw the small tapestorm egg into the child's mouth.

Even so, he didn't stop, and he used spiritual power to protect the child's vitality, so that the child became the breeding jar of the hormone.

No wonder, they have always called these children as jars.

It turns out that in the dense jars in the room, they turned out to be the corpses of children after another.

When they were alive, they were abandoned. They had no father and mother. They became orphans. They wandered and wandered.

But I didn't expect that fate didn't let them go at all. There was even a group of people who were madly stared at them and left such a brutal period for their short life.

Before death, their little body had to bear such pain. What a heartbroken pain!

Even if Su Yuan looked at such a picture, he couldn't bear it.

He never thought that there was such evil in this world.

Compared with these children, even though he has matured a lot before, he is also lucky compared to these children!

This is destiny!

The so -called heavenly Tao has always regarded them as ants and as nothing.

Obviously such a cruel thing, but in the eyes of the gods, it seems that it is just the death of ants, without any waves.

Therefore, even if these murderers and evils, even if they have power and wealth, they are still unwilling to have any changes, but they will intensify.

All of the scrolls are all black light, and countless pictures are quite similar.

The frame of a frame is sliding, and the fall of life is less than twelve years old.

Even the youngest child looks only five years old.

It was a beautiful child like a doll, big eyes, exquisite facial features, slightly curled and light yellow hair. Although some of them were thin, there was innocent light in the eyes.

Even when she was thrown into the jar, she was full of expectations, and she was calling this devil Grandpa.

The black scroll is black to the end, and there is no white light.

Compared with the evil of the old man, he has never done any good deeds.

This is not a person at all, but a demon.

Hell is empty, the devil is in the world.

The destruction of cause and effect has been greatly affected in hell.

As Yan Luo, watching such a thing happened, it was extremely distressed.

Until all the screen flashed, the scroll suddenly burned, turned into a fly ash, and floated to the old man's eyebrows.


Chapter completed!