Ning Xiaoran's eyes flashed with determination, he looked at Jiangnan with hatred, and said sternly: "Jiangnan, just wait, your death will be when my father completes his great skills, and then the entire six realms will belong to our Celestial Race.
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Jiang Nan frowned slightly when he heard this.
"Have you achieved great success?" He repeated Ning Xiaoran's words in a cold voice.
"What kind of magic skills have your Celestial Race practiced?" Jiang Nan looked at Ning Xiaoran and asked sternly.
Ning Xiaoran sneered in his eyes: "I won't tell you, just wait until you are finished!"
Seeing him say this, Jiang Nan's bad premonition deepened.
If the leader of the Celestial Clan practices another technique that harms the common people, then the Six Realms will be over.
Thinking of this, he tightened his grip on Ning Xiaoran's neck, and overwhelming pressure swept over him.
Ning Xiaoran's face was twisted in pain, and he gritted his teeth and said firmly: "Jiang Nan, if you have the ability, kill me!"
Jiang Nan's eyes turned cold: "Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
"You can't change anything even if you kill me. My father will find a way to resurrect me, but if you dare to kill me, you will have to bear the wrath of my Celestial Race!" Ning Xiaoran said crazily.
He was convinced Jiangnan did not dare to kill him.
Jiang Nan's murderous intention was even stronger, but he really didn't want to kill Ning Xiaoran yet.
The leader of the Celestial Clan must be practicing some evil magic again. From what Ning Xiaoran meant, it must be some incredible skill. If they really master it, it will be even more difficult to deal with.
We must learn from Ning Xiaoran what kind of skills the leader of the Celestial Clan has practiced.
Jiang Nan thought about it, and swung the soul-suppressing sword in his hand violently. In an instant, Ning Xiaoran's body had several wounds that were deep enough to show the bones.
"You said just now that you are not afraid of death, and I didn't intend to let you die so easily. Now let me see how long you can last!"
After Jiang Nan finished speaking, he controlled the soul-suppressing sword to stab Ning Xiaoran continuously. These injuries were not enough to kill him, but they made him feel tortured.
Ning Xiaoran soon collapsed on the ground dripping with blood, like a dead dog, without even the strength to move.
The severe pain made him miserable, and the fear of Jiangnan in his heart rose to a peak. Even so, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Jiang Nan was also surprised. Ning Xiaoran's mouth was so harsh. He was about to be cut into pieces by a thousand knives, but he still managed to hold on without revealing anything.
But this just shows the seriousness of this matter, which is why Ning Xiaoran can be so harsh.
Jiang Nan's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty, and his attacks became even more ruthless, with extremely cruel methods.
Ning Xiaoran let out heart-piercing screams, and the sounds were so piercing.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and shouted: "Jiangnan, you beast, kill me!"
Jiang Nan looked at him coldly: "Want to die? It's not that easy. If you don't tell me, I will keep torturing you..."
As he spoke, a beautiful small porcelain bottle suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Do you know what this is? This is the Heavenly Spiritual Liquid, which can keep you in pain but prevent you from dying. I use this to hang your life, so that you can't live or die. Such a good thing is very good.
You’ll be able to enjoy it soon.”
Jiang Nan's words were nothing more than a nightmare in Ning Xiaoran's ears. He had been tortured by Jiang Nan so much that he lost his mind.
Seeing Jiang Nan pouring the Heavenly Spirit Liquid into his mouth, Ning Xiaoran screamed in horror.
He knew that he was going to die today, and it would be endless torture if he continued like this. Thinking of this, he became heartbroken and couldn't stand it anymore, so he slapped himself to death.
Jiang Nan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Ning Xiaoran to have the courage to commit suicide, but he underestimated him.
"What a pity..." Jiang Nan muttered to himself, and then his eyes darkened.
Suddenly, a cruel look flashed in Jiang Nan's eyes, and he grabbed the void with his big hand. In an instant, Ning Xiaoran's newly separated soul was trapped by Jiang Nan.
Ning Xiaoran, who was in the soul form, was shocked and suddenly stunned, looking at Jiangnan in horror.
Judging from his expression, he didn't realize what was going on, but he saw his own body in his sight.
His eyes were extremely frightened, and he stared at Jiang Nan in fear: "No, how is this possible? I'm already dead, how can you still catch me..."
Ning Xiaoran was so scared that his soul was weak. He just didn't want to continue to be tortured by Jiang Nan, so he chose to die. Anyway, his body was already dead. As long as his soul was immortal, his father would have a way to resurrect him.
When the time comes, the leader of the Celestial Clan will definitely find him a perfect body, and Jiangnan has nothing to do, after all, it is impossible for a dead person to speak.
Ning Xiaoran thought very well, but he didn't expect Jiangnan to be able to capture his soul body.
Jiang Nan sneered and said ruthlessly: "Haha, I really thought that I couldn't do anything to you even if you were dead. Even a dead person has to talk to me!"
As soon as Jiang Nan finished speaking, a strange-colored flame instantly surrounded Ning Xiaoran's soul.
"Ahhh!" A miserable voice came out of Ning Xiaoran's mouth.
The pain of injury to the soul is a hundred times more painful than that of the body, because the soul is very fragile.
What's more, what's burning Ning Xiaoran's soul at this time is the fire of hell. The body being burned by the fire of hell is already unbearable pain, and the burning of the soul is even more painful.
Not only that, the fire of hell can burn the soul. Under such burning, Ning Xiaoran's soul will be burned out quickly.
Ning Xiaoran was really scared. He endured tremendous pain, and the pain in his soul and body made him want to die immediately.
But Jiang Nan has always controlled the power of hellfire, which can not only cause Ning Xiaoran extreme pain, but also prevent his soul from dispersing quickly.
It is worth mentioning that when the soul undergoes tremendous torture, the mind will gradually disappear in this tremendous pain.
"Jiang, Jiangnan, me, please let me go, ah..."
Ning Xiaoran lost her mind in pain and begged for mercy incoherently.
Jiang Nan ignored it and continued to let the hellfire burn Ning Xiaoran's soul.
Ning Xiaoran continued to beg for mercy: "Ah, I, I said, I will tell you everything, please spare me, ah!"
Jiang Nan had a cold face and shouted coldly: "Hurry up and say it!"
"I, my father, practice the exercises called Heavenly Demon Techniques. When the Demonic Techniques are completed, my father's cultivation level will increase a hundred times. I, that's all I know."
Ning Xiaoran's soul has become more transparent after being burned by hellfire. Under such pain, it is impossible for him to tell lies.
Seeing him finishing these words with difficulty, Jiang Nan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and together with his thoughts, hellfire devoured Ning Xiaoran's soul in an instant.
Ning Xiaoran's soul turned into nothingness in an instant and completely disappeared from the world.