Su Luo glanced at him with a smile but not a smile: "Before I kill you, I will cut off your limbs, disembowel you, and make you suffer for ninety-nine and eighty-one days before letting you die. Do you think I
Will you do this?"
Tan Kaixuan stared at Su Luo, his eyes almost bulging out with hatred!
How dare she! She actually
"Are they all dead?" Su Luo asked Tan Kaixuan condescendingly, raising her eyebrows with a half-smile.
Tan Kaixuan's original pride was broken by Su Luo. He stared at Su Luo and sneered: "They are not dead! They are not dead!"
With the green hills left and no need for firewood, Tan Kaixuan decided to live and watch Su Luo die in pain!
"Let them out." Su Luo's eyes swept away from the faces of the generals, and the tip of the Feng Wu sword was pointed directly at Tan Kaixuan.
Who among the generals dares to delay? If they take one step slower, Marshal Tan will be dead.
General Lin reacted the fastest. He said to Su Luo: "I'm going! I'm going! I'm going to release them!"
With that said, General Lin turned around and ran back.
"I'll go too!"
"Let's go too!"
In one moment, all twelve generals were gone, leaving no one behind.
At this moment, in the military camp prison.
The prison was dark and dim, with a damp and stench that was extremely unpleasant.
The dungeon is oval in shape, surrounded by cells and in the middle is the execution place.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
The sounds of whips coming one after another!
The people in the cell looked very ugly, looking angry and frustrated.
Most of the people detained here are students from the Imperial College, some are disciples of the Shenwu Sect, and there are also some casual practitioners.
They have all been selected, have good spiritual roots, and are waiting for Master Shadow to come over for the final inspection.
If they pass the inspection, they will be taken to the imperial capital and mass-produced into small gods or powerful middle gods.
It sounds wonderful, but these cultivators who were mass-produced have long lost their personality and memory, and are no longer themselves.
In the cell, many people were lying in front of the iron bars, looking at the tortured people on the execution ground, feeling a sense of sadness in their hearts.
"Is that Ning Yihai?"
"That's right, it's Ning Yihai, a member of the Ning family."
"These people in the Shura world are really not human beings! They enjoy torturing us, and they pull one out every hour to whip us! There is no reason or purpose at all, just for fun!"
"Mu Yi, please stop talking! If they hear you, it will be over!"
Mu Yi clenched his fists, his beautiful eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth: "You are still a soldier, you actually do such a thing! I really want to slap them in the face!"
"Oh, who told us that we are in the Shura Realm now? Even if we want to save the spiritual world, water from far away cannot save the fire from near."
"Can we just sit back and wait for death?!" Mu Yi's eyes turned red with anger, "If that's the case, it's better to just die!"
"Otherwise, what can we do? Resist?" The person who had been advising Mu Yi was named Lu Yiming. His eyes were full of bitter helplessness, "Stop talking and attract their attention. Everyone is
Not having a good time."
At this moment, the two jailers who had originally executed Ning Yihai suddenly turned around, their falcon-like eyes staring unmistakably in the direction where Lu Yiming and the others were!