As if observing a grand event, countless spiritual thoughts gathered at the archway. There were people all over the city, in the streets and alleys, and in every corner.
The executioner made a horizontal incision on the prisoner's metatarsal bone, carefully peeled off the skin from the sole of the foot, and turned up the fascia along with it. The prisoner was so miserable that he howled at the top of his lungs.
The executioner sighed: "It's just the beginning, just be patient."
The onlookers smiled reluctantly, but they seemed to be holding a nest of little rabbits in their arms, jumping around.
The executioner slashed and paused. Amidst the screams of the prisoner, he slowly peeled off the skin and cut the flesh. He also knocked on the bones and praised: "Your Taoism is not shallow, and your bones are so dense."
The prisoner was in agony, and the spectators felt that their scalp was numb. They saw the executioner with a smile on his face as he cut along the ankles, carefully avoiding the meridians and blood vessels, and removed the muscles one after another, and arranged them neatly in front of Zhang Yongmin's eyes. Suddenly, I felt a chill creeping into my bones, crawling slowly like a bug.
Zhang Yong's eyes were bloodshot and he was in agony, and his shrill wails constantly impacted the viewer's vision. Everyone was holding their breath, their nerves were as tense as a bowstring, and cold sweat broke out on their palms. This kind of torture was enough to relieve their hatred.
Some people are still very interested and feel that it is not surprising to use any method to deal with such villains who have sores on their heads and pus on their feet.
Zhang Yong never fainted, and his consciousness was even clearer. His soul was driven to his skull by the cold air of the blade, turning into black mist and jumping around, unable to escape from his body.
The pain of each cut was extremely clear. He gasped like a dying animal, and his ferocious face turned deathly gray.
Blood was dripping and splattered all over the floor. The executioner wiped the sweat from his forehead and scraped and whittled the tibia with a sharp knife to ensure it was absolutely clean. Scraping bones with a sharp knife is like a drum beating in rhythm, but the harsh sound is like the call of death, which can make people's bones fall apart.
The depressing atmosphere shrinks to the extreme, and the viewer seems to have broken into the darkness of despair, afraid of the ghosts hiding in the dark night, but with no way out.
The executioner picked up a piece of flesh and said with a smile: "The meat is tender and tough, you might want to try it." Without any explanation, he roughly stuffed it into Zhang Yong's mouth.
There was silence in the city, and the viewers were once again stimulated by this scene and their hearts beat wildly. Looking at the tender and red meat on the ground, the roast chicken that Yan Ci had eaten was tumbling rapidly in his stomach.
The show was not over yet. The executioner stripped Zhang Yong's legs and muscles to nothing, and forced the prisoner to watch while he was doing it. His skillful knife skills and chattering explanations all showed that he was a master of this art.
The sharp knife was moved to the abdomen, first horizontally and then vertically, and moved to both sides as if taking off clothes, exposing all the organs.
The whining wind in the ears was like a ghost that was laughing and cheering with its teeth and claws. The onlookers shivered, and their endurance had reached its peak.
Zhang Yong's eyes were bulging and his life was passing by rapidly. The executioner reached out and grabbed his heart, squeezed it hard, and shouted: "Don't pretend to be dead, watch carefully!"
The sharp knife was used to remove several ribs. The prisoner was hung on the pillar, and his organs slid out unobediently. The executioner impatiently pushed a handful inward.
The depressing atmosphere broke out instantly, and the audience collapsed completely, vomiting in the street. Most of it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the vultures hovering in the sky couldn't help looking at the delicious food, and fell to the ground to grab it.
The ghost owl emitted a harsh cry from its throat, like a dying lone wolf struggling to survive in a desperate wasteland, but there was a faint hint of joy about being released in the owl's cry.
When the executioner heard Guijiu's hoarse and complicated voice, he couldn't help but strike faster.
God bless the damned man. Not long after, Zhang Yongmin completely cut off his vitality. A black mist hit his head left and right, causing him unbearable pain.
The smell of blood and incontinence filled the city gate. The executioner inserted a sharp knife into one of Zhang Yongmin's bulging eyes, took a few steps back and sent Guijiu away.
The ghost dove cooed, pecked at the other eyeball, and sucked the black mist into its belly. It flapped its wings, the white light in its eyes suddenly brightened, and Zhang Yong's miserable howl sounded again.
Zhang Yong's cannibalism incident is shocking. It is said that it was caused by practicing demonic skills. Now being dismembered and tortured can be said to be a cycle of heaven and unsatisfactory retribution.
Treating such bad guys and inflicting such torture, Cuiyu Guan's actions to eliminate evil are really satisfying. I just hate that in the world of cultivation, the weak can prey on the strong, but Dahuangxu can get away with such infuriating magic, which makes people sigh that the way of heaven is unfair.
The deceased is dead. If he knew that the truth would be revealed today, he would probably be able to rest in peace under the Nine Springs.
Life is like this, sometimes ups and downs, sometimes calm, and the most fickle thing in people's hearts is forgetfulness. The killing of the ogre is just an episode in life.
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The streets of Zhenge City are still crowded with people, whether monks or civilians, they are no different from the past.
The news of the demon cultivator's invasion was not publicized in the world of cultivation, and no one knew about Lu Wu's response. However, once the situation spread, Cuiyu Temple and Zhenge City were only in name only.
The next day the sky was bright and Yan Ci was ready to go. He hesitated whether to pass the information to Cuiyu Guan.
For the sake of the people, it is better to take precautions early. However, although Luo Yinzhu is no longer with him, he has not taken off his hat. If he goes away uncleanly, he may be falling into a trap.
Xiao Mengjiu seemed to be open-minded, but since Yan Ci was holding her up when the sky fell, she simply continued to hide in the Sumeru Ring and sleep soundly.
The east city gate was heavily guarded, and six cultivators checked the merchants entering and leaving to prevent any bad people from getting in or escaping.
Yan Ci absent-mindedly followed the crowd out of the city, and suddenly saw a well-dressed disciple grabbing a man and slapping him twice.
Everyone present was stunned and dispersed in a circle.
The person who was beaten was about thirty years old, and he looked like an honest commoner. He was carrying a basket with dozens of ordinary herbs on his back. He was covering his face with one hand and holding a medicine hoe in the other. Tears of humiliation were rolling in his eyes. Come and roll.
Seeing that all the merchants were standing still in the audience, a fusion monk with red lips and white teeth squeezed over, frowned and asked, "What happened?"
The man held back his tears and did not dare to say a word, but the fat-haired and flour-faced disciple was still angry and kicked the man to the ground hard, cursing: "You idiot with no eyes, what are you doing if you don't line up and look around?"
The bystanders were shocked when they heard this, why should they deceive others over such trivial matters?
The monk in the fusion stage frowned even more, but he did not blame the disciple. Instead, he called to everyone: "Anyone who has nothing to do with it, please leave... please leave. You should walk and don't get crowded." Then he looked at the fall. The man sitting on the ground said stiffly: "Is it okay?"
How can a person not bow his head when he is under the eaves? The man remains silent. The onlookers were indignant, but seemed to be powerless except to sympathize with the man.
Just as they were about to leave, they suddenly heard someone sneer and say: "What a bastard who takes advantage of others' power, could it be that Cuiyu Guan is all the same thing?"
Everyone's expression changed when they heard that someone actually dared to speak nonsense in Zhenge City!
The speaker was a lazy, slightly weathered young man with a weak crown. He had a pretty handsome appearance, especially a pair of bright black eyes, which were crystal clear, as if they were embedded with two black gems.
He stood casually outside the circle, looking unfazed, as if the provocative words were not his. However, the people present listened carefully, so he couldn't help but admit it.
Inexplicably, there was an unlucky guy, and the onlookers were dumbfounded. Although they secretly praised this young man for his ancient ways and warm heart, they felt very sorry for his ignorance of current affairs.
The disciples of Cuiyu Temple are not blind, and they have already seen that the rude young man is a monk in the fusion stage. Although there are many monks of the same period in Zhenge City who have extraordinary Taoism, they rarely meet those who dare to shout so carelessly.
The monk who stopped the fight guessed the origin of the young man, and said with cupped hands: "I'm Cuiyu Guan Fang Ming, I don't know what to call you?"
Yan Ci glared and said, "Your name is not worth mentioning, and there is no need for you to know my name."
He pointed at the fat-haired and pink-faced disciple and continued: "This bully is going too far. I'm going to give you a little punishment. Do you have any objections?" The onlookers were stunned. This young man is really arrogant.
Youtoufenmian was probably used to being domineering, and his fiery temper was easily aroused. Before Fang Ming could say anything, he punched him with his fist.
He believed that even if the opponent's realm was far superior to his own, he might not really dare to touch him. With his own status, no one, not even the most talented people in the same sect, would dare to yell at him casually.
Unfortunately, he overestimated himself and underestimated others.
The green shirt fluttered in front of him, and the figure pressed against him. Yan Ci's five fingers spread out, and he suddenly grabbed the oily head and pink face's hair. The shadow of his other palm was as fast as a stream of lightning. First, there were four solid big slaps, and then another one. A storm of punches and kicks.
Fighting is not a good place in the city, so Yan Ci just beat up Youtou Noodles with fists and fists like a street fight.
Everyone in the audience felt Yan Ci's anger, and the common people could hardly help but cheer.
At the heel of the city wall, a chicken vendor was holding a scale in one hand and an old hen in the other. He was watching the battle with his mouth straight and his neck straight. The chicken buyer next to him was also watching the excitement with his arms folded.
Suddenly, there was a loud shout in the arena, and a figure flew out with dancing steps, and smashed into the chicken coop in the corner with perfect accuracy.
Suddenly, the chickens were flying and squawking in the cage. This scene scared several wild dogs that were basking nearby. They rushed forward and surrounded the chicken cage, barking and biting. They were making a mess up and down, which made everyone dumbfounded.
Yan Ci looked like a harmless person, still standing so casually, but he was standing in a circle of people, surrounded tightly by more than ten Cuiyu Temple disciples.
Fang Ming said in a deep voice: "What do you intend to do?"
Yan Ci shrugged and said, "It's just about taking care of the injustice."
The details of this person are unknown, but he is not afraid of being trapped in a tight siege, so he may have a strong background. Fang Ming suppressed the anger in his heart and said slowly: "Since your Excellency is unwilling to say it clearly, please follow me and observe the group. Right and wrong will be decided by the elders of our sect."
Yan Ci smiled and said, "We'll talk about this later. Why don't we get that dear friend out first."
After driving away the wild dogs and clearing out the chicken coop, we saw only chicken feathers on the ground. The fat-headed and pink-faced chickens were crawling in a thick layer of wet and smelly chicken manure, and they were dying.
All the disciples looked strange, and they didn't know how to end it. Fang Ming usually didn't like what Youtou Fennmian did, but now he almost laughed when he saw his embarrassed appearance.
However, today's matter is related to the reputation of the Taoist sect, and it must not be dealt with hastily. However, Yan Ci's actions were very measured. Except for a few measures to block the movement of his magic power, the rest were just wounds on the flesh and blood, which could be healed in the future.
