My Master is Lin Zhengying

Whoosh!

This sword belongs to my younger brother.

Whoosh!

This sword belongs to my mother.

Whoosh!

This sword belongs to my father.

Whoosh!

This sword belongs to my grandfather. "

With five consecutive strikes, Fusang Onmyoji's hands, feet, and the vital parts of his crotch were all cut off.

At this moment, he was directly cut into a human stick.

But the other party is a cultivator, and his body is far stronger than ordinary people.

He wasn't dead yet, and now he fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

I was still clamoring just now, but now I feel the pain.

I finally understand what it means to live worse than death.

"Kill! Kill me!"

"Hmph! Slowly suffer and bleed to death..."

The Feiyumen disciple opened his mouth and put away his long sword.

They no longer look at each other.

Instead, he knelt on the high platform and kowtowed three times to the east:

"Grandfather, parents, younger brothers and sisters, Shanyu swears that as long as he is alive, he will fight to the end with these Fusang monsters, and use their blood to pay homage to your dead souls..."

After speaking, he kowtowed a few more times.

The people below couldn't help being moved after hearing the words of Feiyumen Shanyu.

At the same time, he hated these Fusang Onmyojis even more.

And that person, after howling and screaming for a while, was dying.

No one stopped his bleeding, and there were extensive stab wounds.

Soon, he died of pain because of blood loss.

But after death, he did not get relief.

The disciples of Baishamen who stood aside had already prepared the soul-calling flag.

Forcibly restrained the soul and locked it in the soul refining furnace.

At the same time, activate the Soul Refining Furnace Array.

A green fire rose up.

Many comrades could hear the "bang bang bang" in the furnace, as well as the painful roar of the onmyoji just now.

It's simply that life is worse than death.

Such a scene scared the other two Fusang Onmyojis to their hair.

In the past, they dealt with others with such cruel methods of torture and killing.

But now it's going to fall on them, I'm really afraid.

He didn't wake up anymore, and began to show timidity.

But there was still no begging for mercy.

"Daoist Yongming, let me be the next one..."

A comrade whose whole village was massacred spoke up.

Daoist Yongming nodded.

Although he knew that this method of torture and killing was cruel.

That's not what decent people do.

But Daoist Yongming also wanted to understand that in extraordinary times, extraordinary methods must be used.

Baishamen was almost wiped out, and its morale was low.

Only by keeping the Baisha Gate can the Soviet Union be kept, and the East China Sea gateway be kept.

It is necessary to use this bloody and extraordinary method to improve morale and make the disciples more fierce.

After the comrade who killed the whole village came to power.

The method of torture and killing was not too much, and it really killed another person.

Holding a dagger, the sword energy was aroused.