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"As long as your realm has not reached the realm of transforming gods, how can you cause any harm to my primordial spirit?"

The golden Yuan Ling kept floating in the void in front of Song Qingshu, speaking indifferently.

heard.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes directly, and stopped talking nonsense with this golden Yuanling.

Then, in the depths of Song Qingshu's mind, an incomparably powerful spiritual force surged out.

Then Song Qingshu's spiritual power turned into a sharp blade that shone with cold light.

The blade of nothingness sliced ​​across the sky.

It pierced into the golden light ball like lightning bolts.

"It doesn't make sense."

The golden Yuan Ling jokingly raised his eyebrows in the ball of light, and opened his lips to speak.

Song Qingshu was still indifferent and speechless, letting his spiritual power cut across the golden Yuanling body.

Brush it.

The trousers on Yuan Ling's legs turned into rags.

Then countless thin red lines appeared on his legs, from which golden blood flowed out.

Pieces of flesh and blood flew out of Yuan Ling's legs like flowers flying all over the sky.Immediately, white bones appeared on his thigh.

"What?"

Song Qingshu opened his eyes, looked at Yuan Ling whose face was pale because of the pain, and said with an extremely unscrupulous smile.

"Huh! How is this possible? Why do I feel pain? And what about my thigh, it can't recover?!"

Yuan Ling took a deep breath, and wailed in Song Qingshu's ear in an almost wailing tone.

This is obviously not the answer Song Qingshu wants to get.

So Song Qingshu closed his eyes again, and then interrogated the frail golden Yuanling.

Song Qingshu's spiritual power turned into a spring breeze.

There are some invisible blades in the subtle spring breeze.

The spring breeze hit the Yuan Ling's body.

As a result, the flesh and blood on Yuan Ling's body fluttered away from his body like a butterfly, and the white bones on his chest gradually appeared after a while.

The face of Yuan Ling who received this torture was extremely pale.

Like the holy snow land behind the first heavy snowfall.

Yuan Ling's brows and eyes twitched in pain.

Due to the indescribable pain acting on him, his expression seemed to be crying, but also seemed to be laughing.

His lips moved slightly, as if to say something.

But after a while of wriggling, his lips were bitten shut by his yellowed teeth, refusing to make a sound.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu knew that he was only one step away from the information he wanted.

"very good!"

After Song Qingshu smiled and opened his lips, the invisible force outside the golden light ball continued to wreak havoc.

So the flesh and blood on Yuan Ling's body continued to be peeled off like fallen leaves.

Severe white bones gradually appeared on Yuan Ling's body, and the blood flowing through his body gradually decreased a lot.

The most terrifying punishment Song Qingshu can think of in the world is undoubtedly Ling Chi.

And the golden Yuan Lingxi who tried to kill Song Qingshu just now was like those criminals who committed the most crimes.

Bearing Song Qingshu's spiritual power, he was enjoying the most painful torture that Song Qingshu could think of.

After a while.

The flesh on the golden Yuan Ling's body has been removed, and all the blood has been drained.

Under this endless pain, his consciousness was as bloody as his body, if it wasn't for his teeth clenching his lips tightly.

I'm afraid there must be piercing screams echoing above the silent sky.

But at this time, there was not even a light sound from above the sky, and the dead silence made people even more disturbed.

"Tell me, you can't bear it for long."

Song Qingshu looked at the golden Yuanling who was about to faint several times, and said indifferently.

The eyes of the golden Yuan Ling were extremely dim, like candles that could be extinguished at any time in the wind.

But the light flashing from his eyes from time to time makes it look like fireflies floating beside the moss-covered old tomb at night.

Youyou is very creepy.

If it were an ordinary person who suffered such a severe punishment, he would have already died by this time.

It's a pity that the realm of this Yuanling has surpassed the realm of transforming gods. As long as it does not suffer a devastating blow, it will always be immortal.

It's a good thing because it's still alive.

This is also a kind of sadness, because only by being alive can we feel this kind of pain.

"Why are you doing this!"

"Obviously the information I get from my mouth may not be accurate and reliable!"

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Yuan Ling howled in pain.

Song Qingshu remained silent for a long time before opening his lips and saying:

"Because you offended me."

Chapter 422

Chapter 422 Castrated You

From time to time, there is a breeze blowing above the sky.

The breeze blows away the cotton-like clouds, which is extremely gentle.

It can be said to be more gentle and light than the most gentle lover's hand.

The breeze blew Song Qingshu's blood-colored robe, and the blood-colored robe fluttered under the dome.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and snapped his fingers in the breeze.

The breeze in the sky gathered from flying around to Yuan Ling on the golden ball of light.

The extremely gentle wind fell on the body of the golden Yuan Ling.

So the extremely gentle breeze also brought unbearable pain to the golden spirit.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly felt an irresistible chill.

Leng's whole body trembled slightly, even the breath exhaled between the golden lips was covered with some frost.

Although there is warmth in the golden Yuan Ling's body, and it is also golden.

But at this time, there was not even an inch of intact skin on his body.

Even the little flesh attached to his body has almost been cut off.

The breeze blowing on his body directly hit his white bones.

Blowing directly on his viscera wrapped in film, how can such a cruel punishment not hurt?

How can I not be cold?

It is said that the chill is piercing to the bone, and I am afraid that no one can experience this terrifying feeling of chilling to the bone better than him.

"Because I offended you, why do you torture me like this?"

The existence in the golden light sphere roared like a wounded wolf king.

Song Qingshu shrugged, and said irrefutably:

"So what? What can you do?"

Say it.

Song Qingshu shook his bright red robe again.

Brush it.

All of a sudden, the cold wind all over the sky blew to the existence in the golden light ball.

The wind has gradually changed from being unusually gentle to sharp.

So the existence in the golden ball of light couldn't help screaming.

There was a howl like a pig being killed in the ball of light.

"Fathering Tianmen!"

"I will never spare you, Song Qingshu, you and I will go to the underworld together!"

I don't know how long after the screams came out.

The existence in the golden light ball finally couldn't bear the great pain from his body, and shouted to Song Qingshu in a roaring tone.

"Ascension Heaven Gate?"

"What kind of existence is that?"

Song Qingshu heard the roar from the golden ball of light, and for a moment he stopped his interrogation of the golden Nascent Soul.

Then Song Qingshu frowned slightly and asked.

The moment Song Qingshu stopped to torture the golden light ball.