Feng Yu fan's slap is strong enough. With Long Yu's tough body, he can't resist. Several teeth fall off, and the red blood is splashed out of control.
Long Yu covered his left mouth, and the strong spicy feeling made him taste the humiliation that he had never had before, but he didn't even dare to lift his head, for fear that he had a hatred that he could not hide his eyes, and let Feng Yu capture it.
"Qiu Yunsheng, owner of Qiu Ge, what else is there any remain?"
Feng Yu turned his head and looked at Qiuyun. The pupils of Mo Liuli were boiling, as if Qiuyun had thousands of knives.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm wrong, it's me nonsense, I have no beads, Master Tianjun, you have a lot of dogs, let me go a dog life, please ask you."
I just had a dream as a dream. At this moment, I saw Qiu Yunsheng's on the ground, and kept making a crime of shaking Feng Yu.
He is afraid of death, and he has endless life. He is afraid of death by millions of people. Endless regrets spread in his heart.
Who is not good, but offended the previous Tianjun. At this moment, even if the Emperor Xian came, it was estimated that he could not save his life.
"Qiu Yunsheng, you are really shameless, let you go, you are not joking. I barely understand all the mistakes, but you have a crooked thought about my wife, so you can’t be afraid, do n’t be afraid, I do n’t be afraid, I do n’t be afraid.
I wo n’t be able to fight you with souls, so it ’s too cheap to do it. I want to deprive your immortal origin, degrade you into all nationality, be subject to six reincarnations, and the eighteen layers of hell."
Feng Yu's smile blooms, and the enchanting black mandala flowers, the flowers fall, the breath of the demon.
"Don't, don't, I'll ask you, please don't."
Qiu Yunsheng was so frightened that his eyes were depressed, and two terrible holes formed on his face. The words of Feng Yu made him more than just chilling, and he was cracking.
The identity of the immortality is his proud capital. Feng Yu now has to take it away, and to make him the most disdainful mortal in life. It is more difficult to suffer from this kind of torture.
"Please, you have no qualifications, do you look down on people? I tell you that people are more so -called fairy and noble. People need to experience red dust and torture.
But it ’s a hundred -year -old life, how poor and sad people are. You are immortal. You can never imagine the horror of hell, and you will not understand the difficulties of reincarnation."
Feng Yu stretched out his index finger and clicked on Qiu Yunsheng's eyebrows to prevent him from crushing the sea of knowing the sea. "If you want to commit suicide, it's not so easy."
Tianjun has the right to kill and kill. Feng Yu is not allowed, and no one wants to take himself in front of him.
"Master Tianjun, my ancestor is Thunder Xianjun. In his face, I beg you to let my son have a way."
"Qiu Yuefeng, you don't seem to figure out the situation yet. Do you think that if you think of moving out of the signboard of Thunder and Xianjun, will I have any fear? It is really ridiculous.
I do n’t make a mistake. ”
Feng Yu heard the name of the Thunder Xianjun. It was the oldest fairy monarch after the Qiankun, the yin and yang, the horrible strength, the huge power, and the mines of the people in the human world were controlled by the disciples of his and his Majesty.
But since Feng Yu has moved to kill, how can he be scared by three words and two words. From the moment he exposed Tianjun's identity, the people of this water pavilion are destined to die.
"ah"
The miserable howl, Qiu Yunsheng's bones crushed, the meridians retrograde, Dantian became empty.
"Get it on me, obediently, otherwise you will be in hell, you will not be better."
Floating Tu Jinghuo rose, Qiu Yunsheng's immortal fetus was burned into coke, and the rules chain of the three souls and seven souls, all arbitrarily distorted and deformed.
Feng Yu said that he did not defeat Qiu Yun's soul, but he believed that Qiu Yunsheng could not leave the prefecture safely. Which one of the eighteen floors of hell is a fuel -saving lamp? Those torture are not idle decorations.
"Yinyue, hand over the secret treasure, I will give you the opportunity to choose the death method." Feng Yu patted his hands, and went to Qiu Yunsheng's gray chips, and said lightly.
"If I don't make it?"
"Don't blame me to be polite, how do you die, just my mood."
Feng Yu said in a hurry that Yinyue had no chance to send the secret treasure under his eyelids anyway, so what can he worry about.
"The second brother, the secret treasure gives him."
Long Yu was unwilling to take a scroll from the arms, and threw it to Feng Yu waiting for.