As he was talking, Tong Feiming's face turned pale, he grabbed the hair on his head with both hands, pulled it off and threw it on the ground.

"Duanmu Batian, did you see my pain?" Tong Feiming smiled bitterly, "This is how I have been through these hundreds of years. I have a hard time suffering every day. My soul is swallowed and my soul is tormented. Do you understand this kind of pain?"

Hearing Tong Feiming's words, thinking about his pain over the years.

For some reason, Duanmu Batian felt soft again.

Although Duanmu Batian is the law enforcement elder of Penglai Immortal Island, sometimes facing family and friendship can completely soften his hard heart.

Yes, if this poisonous dark light was the case, if it were anyone else, perhaps everyone's thoughts and actions would be a hundred times more crazy than Tong Feiming.

In recent years, Tong Feiming has not done any other mistakes except the Qingmang Immortal Island tragedy.

"Why? I won't speak anymore?" Tong Feiming looked at Duanmu Batian and sneered, "My good brother, if it weren't for the situation, would you think I would do such a despicable and vulgar thing?"

After saying that, Tong Feiming looked at Zhang Zichen again and said with a smile: "And you, Zhang Zichen. Why did you run away back then? If you didn't run away, Duanmuxue wouldn't have to die. If you didn't run away, maybe I've already completed the art of taking over the body and turning around now."

"Is that true?" Zhang Zichen took a deep breath and said, "Since that's the case, then Tong Feiming, you have let Sister Duanmu be released now, I'll exchange it with her, okay?"

"this……"

This proposal is quite attractive.

Zhang Zichen's qualifications were several times better than Duanmuxue, and he was just a soul. In this way, the danger of Tong Feiming's implementation of the body-taking and turning technique would be greatly reduced, and the chance of survival would be greater.

But at this time, Tong Feiming was very alert.

He smiled and said, "Zhang Zichen, if it was the past, I could still believe you, but now, with Duanmu Batian here, do you think I will still believe you? Hehe, you are a trick, you just want to save Duanmuxue. If it was the past, this exchange condition really attracted me very much. But today, I don't care anymore. Even if I die, I will pull Duanmuxue to die together."

"You, Tong Feiming, don't go too far! Your art of reincarnation cannot be successful!" Zhang Zichen saw that the plan failed, so he had to curse a few words.

"Whether you can succeed is not your final decision. It depends on the will of heaven." Tong Feiming pointed to the sky.

"God's will? God's will will not make you successful." Duanmu Batian interrupted Tong Feiming's words and said, "Junior Brother Tong, this art of reincarnation is contrary to God's will. In ancient and modern times, how many people die under this forbidden technique are better than me."

"Duanmu Batian, you are right." Tong Fei said with a smile, "I have been studying the art of reincarnation for hundreds of years, and naturally I know the powerful relationship. Although there are very few people who have achieved this forbidden technique, no matter how many people say it, there is still hope. And I, the demons are poisonous in my body, I will definitely die. Instead of waiting for death, I might as well fight to the death."

Hearing Tong Feiming's words, Duanmu Batian could not argue, so he had to say, "Junior Brother Tong, you have become a demon, and you are turning back!"

"Hahaha! Can I still look back?" Tong Feiming shook his head and said, "Duanmu Batian, look at the more than 3,500 disciples around him."

According to Tong Feiming's words, Duanmu Batian and Zhang Zichen glanced at these black-clothed disciples again.

Although these black-clothed disciples were wide open and breathing, they were a little strange. That is, they were all blind, as if the three souls and seven spirits were trapped in their minds and could not come out.

And their skin, accompanied by bloodletting in the arteries of both hands, is gradually turning white.

Some disciples who were bleeding faster had a very pale and dead person.

Seeing this, Duanmu Batian said in surprise: "What's wrong with them?"

"I have used these more than 3,500 disciples. All of these people have used an evil magic called the Soul Trap Cage, which squeezed their souls into a position in their heads." Tong Fei smiled and said, "When I use the body-taking technique of reincarnation, their blood will flow out quickly, and then their bodies will die. After that, the evil magic of the Soul Trap Cage will disappear, and the souls of these people will rush out of their bodies and wander around and resist in this formation. Of course, these souls are just for the purpose of attracting thunder tribulation so that I can successfully overcome this heavenly tribulation."

Listening, Duanmu Batian's muscles trembled a few times, and he seemed very dissatisfied with Tong Feiming's indiscriminate killing innocent people.

"Junior Brother Tong, if you let these disciples go, they are all innocent!" Duanmu Batian said a little angry.

"Haha! Have you let them go?" Tong Feiming smiled, "By the way, Senior Brother Duanmu, I almost forgot to tell you that since I used the evil magic of the Soul Cage, their souls have been destined to die. Even if I let them go, they will live less than three years, and their souls will leave their bodies and automatically die."

"This... this is indeed an evil technique!" Even Zhang Zichen felt a hint of chill after hearing Tong Feiming's words.

More than 3,55 innocent disciples, Tong Feiming actually ignored the life and death of others for his own selfish desires.

No wonder the art of reincarnation and soul trapping cage are called evil arts and forbidden arts. It seems that there are still some reasons.

Huhuhuhuhu

At this moment, a strong wind blew in the valley.

The disgusting smell of blood was floating in the wind. At this time, the blood began to flow rapidly in the formation under the altar.

When Duanmu Batian and Zhang Zichen were distracted, Tong Feiming took off his clothes instantly.

Just above his skin, there were traces of patterns, which were exactly the same as the formation in the valley, as if it was a reduced formation.

"Haha! It's time to start!"

Tong Feiming took out a dagger while laughing, and suddenly inserted it into his throat in front of everyone.

puff!

As Tong Feiming's throat spurted blood, the marks on his body began to shine.

At the same time, the formation marks in the entire valley also undergo tremendous changes.

The blood of more than 3,500 disciples was flowing rapidly towards the formation on the ground, and the huge formation began to emit scarlet blood.

In the blink of an eye, the whole world seemed to be in red blood.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Tong Feiming was not afraid of the pain and still laughed, but this was not over yet.

Tong Feiming grabbed the dagger with both hands, and suddenly pressed it down.

Hurry!

Open the intestines and break the belly!
Chapter completed!