The illusion called the crime of killing begins.
Yun Qishen was wearing a purple Taoist robe, looming in the black mist. A glimmer of light shone in the center of the mist, and soon the light spread out and illuminated everything around Yun Qishen.
"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be our great Demon Lord!"
A charming female voice suddenly appeared behind Yun Qishen. This voice was very familiar to Yun Qishen. He turned around and saw a headless female body.
Yun Qishen, who was wearing charming and alluring clothes, instantly knew who the object of this phantom was.
One of the arms of the headless woman was broken. She was walking slowly towards Yun Qishen, and her charming voice still came from somewhere.
"Demon Lord, you haven't forgotten my concubine, have you?"
Yun Qishen had a cold face. He knew that although the death of this character was caused by Taki Qianye, it did leave a trace of murderous thoughts in his heart.
"How could I forget you, Jian Qiangjia?"
The headless and armless woman burst out laughing after hearing Yun Qishen's answer.
"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that you still remember me! Then do you still remember how I died?"
"He died after his body was broken into pieces by Long Qianye with silver wires." Yun Qishen answered calmly, and Jian Qiangjia's body had already arrived in front of him.
"Hahahaha! What a broken body and death!"
Jian Qiangjia put her hands around Yun Qishen's waist and came behind him. She leaned her whole body against Yun Qishen's back, and her dark blood flowed downwards along Yun Qishen's clothes.
"The Demon Lord killed so many people and still remembers them all. This really makes me happy." Jian Qiangjia hugged Yun Qishen's waist tightly.
Yun Qishen frowned but was afraid of falling into a trap if he acted rashly. "What on earth do you want to say? Do you still want to trap me in an illusion like this? It seems like this illusion is nothing special, right?"
"Hehehehe."
Jian Qiangjia laughed, and she hugged Yun Qishen's hand tighter, and then many pale hands appeared out of thin air and wrapped around Yun Qishen.
Those hands caressed Yun Qishen's face, Jian Qiangjia smiled and replied to Yun Qishen, "This is our world, and our resentments after death will be realized one by one in you, Demon Lord. We will make you deeply Feel the pain of our death... everything here is real, Demon Lord, please don’t die!”
"snort."
Yun Qishen didn't know what would happen. He wanted to try. With the blessing of [Archive] before coming here, there shouldn't be any problems even if he really died.
The evil voice in his mind reminded Yun Qishen to be careful.
Yun Qishen naturally responded to Ji Qi, "You should also be careful."
Then Yun Qishen carried Jian Qiangjia and the group of severed hands and continued walking towards the palace. Soon Yun Qishen felt something strange coming from his body. He looked at his arm, and there were regular blood marks on the broken hand and his skin.
The closer Yun Qishen got to the palace, the more blood marks appeared on his body. Soon as the blood mark deepened, his arm was completely cut off and shattered into blood clots.
Black blood spurted out, but Jian Qiangjia laughed wildly.
"Demon Lord! Hahahaha! You can feel it! This place is not protected by magic. You can't tell the difference between real and illusory. The sensations here are all real. This is pain! My pain! My whole body is covered with silver threads. Tighten up, and then die the most painful death!"
Jian Qiangjia pushed Yun Qishen forward, but Yun Qishen did not refuse to resist.
Yun Qishen could naturally feel the pain, and he could only endure the pain. After one of his legs shattered and disappeared in this way, he fell to the ground.
Jian Qiangjia smiled even more happily, "You crawl. Keep climbing, where are you now! Dad, look who the child has brought to you?"
Just when Yun Qishen heard Jian Qiangjia say something that concerned him, one of his ears broke in the next second.
Yun Qishen subconsciously touched it with one hand because of the pain.
His black demon blood and Jian Qiangjia's blood merged together, and then he noticed a pair of gorgeous boots appeared in front of him.
The patterns on the boots are unique to Xinjiang, and Yun Qishen, as the Demon King of Xinjiang, knows this very well.
The owner of the boots was an old man. How could Yun Qishen not recognize Jian Qiangjia's father, Jian Pang.
Jian Pang still looked like a smiling tiger, but his throat was pierced with a hole. Yun Qishen still remembers that he pierced the hole with his Laia sword, and Jian Pang was the first person he killed. people.
"Demon Lord, please remember me."
Jian squatted down and looked at Yun Qishen. He also held a long sword in his hand and hung it on Yun Qishen's neck.
"Remember... that servant who disobeyed the master! That bad old man who hurt Taki Qianye!"
Yun Qishen's heart was not without any disturbance. He could feel the pain, and his heart was filled with anger. After seeing Jian Bian, he only felt angry. This reaction made his murderous intention even deeper.
Qi Qi felt the pain conveyed by Yun Qishen's consciousness, but the voice he conveyed was completely ignored by Yun Qishen.
Jian Bean grabbed Yun Qishen's hair and said, "Demon Lord, I have always been loyal, but you didn't give me a chance, didn't you?"
As the sword ruthlessly entered his throat, Yun Qishen returned to the [Archive] location. Looking at the unconscious Hua Fanyun, he smiled deeply for a moment. He looked at his arms and touched his throat.
That feeling is not as simple as piercing the nerves. Tong Qiang said before that he had a way to deal with Kill... If I had known better, I should have understood some of the situation before dealing with him.
At the same time, Yun Qishen's feelings just now were also conveyed to Lu Ren.
Ritsuto touched his throat in panic. When he confirmed that he was fine, Duan Zhao also signaled him to continue playing chess.
When Lü Ren lost his horse, he also lost a chess piece that penetrated the enemy camp. Just when Yun Qishen felt his arm shattering, Lü Ren also felt that feeling. It wasn't Yun Qishen who couldn't bear it. The pain that couldn't be suppressed by magic made Lü Ren scream.
Duan Zhao looked at Lü Ren with a satisfied expression.
"You think I don't know anything."
Duan Zhao's hand grabbed Lü Ren's hand, and his claws suddenly appeared and pierced directly into the flesh and blood of the back of Lü Ren's hand. He looked at Lü Ren with bright red eyes and smiled cheerfully, "Actually, I know everything. I also know that if you lose this duel, I will swallow you and become the new creator."
Lü Ren endured the pain and looked at Duan Zhao in surprise, "When did you do it? Then why do you pretend to know nothing?"
"To make you relax your guard, to make you think that I am still your friend, right? Ritsuto."
Duan Zhao's claws tightened a little more, and Ritsuto gritted his teeth and watched the red blood falling on the chessboard.
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