Seeing her husband lose his mind, he heard the screams coming from his daughter's mouth.
At this time, Luoying was extremely angry, and the anger in her heart almost reached the extreme.
But she knows in her heart that the more her emotions fluctuate, the more angry she becomes, and the more resentment she breeds, the stronger the restraint and influence of the Thousand Evil Sword will be on her!
Once the Thousand Evil Sword is successfully refined, he and his husband will lose all reason, and their daughter will die as a result.
Thinking of this, Luo Ying gritted her teeth and tried her best to control her emotions.
"Song Mingyang, listen clearly, no matter what... no matter what, I will not let your conspiracy succeed!!!"
"Um?"
Seeing Luoying actually controlling her emotions, Song Mingyang frowned slightly and became angry.
For him, the next three days will be the most critical.
It should also be the most painful three days for Feng Renren and Luoying.
During these three days, everyone on the altar opposite will not die, but they will suffer the most painful torture in the world.
And every minute and every second of this torture will make the hatred and resentment in Feng Wuren and Luo Ying's hearts continue to rise.
The stronger the hatred and resentment between the two, the more amazing the power of the Thousand Evil Sword becomes after it is completed.
Three days later, when everyone died, it was the time when Feng Wuren and Luo Ying's last remaining sanity disappeared, and it was also the day when the Thousand Evil Sword was completed.
However, now Luoying actually controls her emotions, which is the biggest damage to his plan.
The Thousand Evil Swords are a pair of evil swords born out of resentment.
Once there is not enough resentment, even if the sword is made, its power will be greatly reduced!!!
"Very good, she is indeed the woman that I, Song Mingyang, like!"
"What a pity! I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it!"
"You want to ruin my plan, do you think you can do it?"
Song Mingyang's eyebrows
He frowned, his eyes flashing with a sinister coldness.
After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand and shot into the distance.
Immediately afterwards, on another altar, a petite figure suddenly flew up.
The figure drew an arc in the air, and Song Mingyang pinched his neck tightly and held it in his hand.
This person is none other than Feng Fei, the granddaughter of old man Feng.
At this time, Feng Fei was immersed in great pain.
The petite body could not help but tremble slightly.
Suddenly being freed from the burning of the yin fire is like a person who is about to suffocate and suddenly breathes fresh air.
The little girl was breathing heavily, and her consciousness was gradually recovering.
"Song Mingyang, you...what are you going to do!"
Luo Ying glared at Song Mingyang, and her mood that finally calmed down suddenly went up and down.
At the same time, another dark red flying sword suddenly trembled slightly and released a rich dark red mist.
This thick fog also contains a lot of evil thoughts, evil thoughts, and resentment.
As soon as he appeared, he quickly approached Luo Ying.
However, this dark red mist surrounded Luo Ying's body, but could not integrate into her soul body.
Song Mingyang sneered and said, "What are you doing? Don't you know my purpose yet?"
"As long as you cooperate with my plan, I might consider letting your daughter go."
Luo Ying suppressed her anger and focused entirely on her daughter Feng Fei.
"Song Mingyang, do you think I will believe your lies?"
Song Mingyang sneered, "Of course you don't have to believe it, but I can also send your daughter to hell right now!"
After saying that, Song Mingyang suddenly showed a fierce expression and grabbed Feng Fei's hand.
The arm suddenly exerted force.
"Cough cough cough..."
Feng Fei, who had just regained some consciousness, immediately coughed violently, and bright red blood suddenly oozed from his mouth.
"Don't...don't be like this..."
Luo Ying shouted hurriedly.
She knew very well that Song Mingyang was telling lies and was extremely cruel, and it was impossible to let her daughter go.
If she was the only one suffering, she would not even frown.
But watching his daughter suffer, the heart-wrenching pain is beyond words.
At this moment, even if there was little hope, she could only compromise.
"Hahaha... This is right. Don't resist these resentments."
"All I want is the Thousand Evil Sword. Your daughter is so cute. Look at her eyes and eyebrows. She looks so much like you. You can tell she is a beauty!"
"How could I be willing to kill such a cute little guy?"
Song Mingyang laughed loudly, and then let go and put down Feng Fei.
Luo Ying did not speak, but looked at Feng Fei with extremely loving eyes, and then let the dark red mist around her sink into her soul.
As resentment arose, the aura around Luo Ying's body surged rapidly, and her sanity began to lose continuously as if no one was around.
"Auntie, don't...don't want it!"
"Auntie, don't believe his words. Uncle Sick, Uncle Sick will definitely come to save us."
When Feng Fei saw this, he didn't care about the pain he was suffering, and hurriedly shouted at Luoying at the top of his lungs.
She is still young and does not know how to cultivate immortality.
But from the conversation between this villain and his mother-in-law, we can also know that her mother-in-law is about to be forced to do something terrible.
Just like my father who looks emotionless on the side.
When hearing Feng Fei's voice, Luo Ying's body trembled, and a thick dark red mist filled her body.
It began to surge violently.
The sanity that was gradually disappearing actually appears to be restored.
Not only that, even the expression on the side has become cold, and the eyes are emotionless.
Suddenly, his body trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
The remaining shred of reason was touched by Feng Fei's voice.
No, this little girl is trying to ruin my business.
When Song Mingyang saw this, his face darkened, and he said coldly: "Humph! What kind of sick uncle and ghost uncle! Little girl, you'd better calm down for me!"
"As long as you cooperate obediently, I will let you go after the matter is completed."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Song Mingyang had a stern face, and in his threatening words, he did not forget to give a few people a glimmer of hope.
People must not be let go, but it is not the last step yet, and Luo Ying must not be allowed to continue to resist.
"You liar and bad guy, I won't believe your lies!"
"Uncle Sick said he would protect me. If you dare to bully me, he won't let you go!"
Feng Fei continued to shout, not believing what Song Mingyang said at all.
Song Mingyang said disdainfully: "Protect you? What about others?"
"How much trouble do you think a casual cultivator from nowhere can make?"
"How many people in Muyunzhou dare to touch the members of the Duanmu family?"
A lifetime of words seems to be spoken to Feng Fei.
In fact, it is to make Luo Ying and Feng Renren give up completely.
After hearing Song Mingyang's words, Luo Ying, who had just ignited some hope in her heart, suddenly became completely desperate.
Yes, the Duanmu family is so powerful.
In this land, who dares to provoke a being like the Duanmu Family?
The violently surging dark red mist returned to calm, and the light in Luo Ying's eyes gradually disappeared.