Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Snow Bone City has been destroyed, the originally white and tall city tower collapsed into ruins, and the smoke from the battle has long since cleared away.

Lin Lingqing witnessed with his own eyes the defeat of the Demon Ghost Realm by the Heavenly God. Knowing that he was invincible, he activated the formation half a month before the city was broken and sent away the surviving monks in the city one after another.

This made the day when Snowbone City was broken was actually very quiet, the Demon Lord was sitting on the Xuanyin Throne in the middle of the main hall.

He kept a jug of wine for himself, which he brewed himself.

When the enemy came, Lin Lingqing was dressed in a black ink emperor robe, raised his sleeves and poured himself a drink. Most of the roof of the palace above his head collapsed, and a huge hole leaked out.

He silently watched hundreds of golden-eyed people descending in front of him in the sky, then raised his head and drank the last sip of wine.

Fang Zhiyuan said that he intended to die alone.

In fact, Lin Lingqing felt that he was wronged, and he didn't want to die.

Of course, I didn't even think about living.

He had discovered earlier that although the Outer Heaven God targeted Moxiu, most of them captured him, and those who killed Moxiu indiscriminately were those people in the immortal way who wanted to please the Outer Heaven God or sincerely hated Moxiu.

He really wanted to find out what these aliens were going to do.

Sure enough, the God of Heaven did not kill him.

Lin Lingqing was imprisoned in the dungeon of Snow Bone City.It's ridiculous that even he, the demon king, has not come here a few times, and the number of times of torture is even less.

The path along the way was pitch-black and gloomy, and there were demon cultivators detained by captives on both sides, and the sound of dying gasps and faint groaning pains followed one after another.

It wasn't until Lin Lingqing was escorted into this place that the crippled bodies deep in the prison door finally began to squirm.

A few skinny hands protruded from the railing, and the sunken skin was covered with scorched black scars.

The Demon Monarch paused in his steps, and in front of his feet was the hair protruding from the railing.

There was a middle-aged Moxiu lying on his back in front of him, with most of his torn scalp clinging to the prison bars, the scabs of blood were congealed black, his chest heaved weakly, and he was already breathing out but not breathing in.

One of his eyes had been gouged out, and a fly had settled on it.The other gray eyeball protruded protrudingly, watching Lin Lingqing shed a cloudy tear.

Although his face had changed beyond recognition, Lin Lingqing still remembered this person.

The city guard chief of Snow Bone City has a wife and a daughter, and he has to show off how sweet and beautiful his wife is three times a day to feel comfortable.He always laughed and called him "Your Majesty", and asked him for a drink... He was captured while defending the city in the first battle against the God of Heaven.

Lin Lingqing said to the two Heavenly Gods behind him, "...this person is dying."

Tianwaishen said calmly: "That's right, he is dying."

Another Heavenly God also said: "He annoyed Wu Shenzun, although it's a pity, but he will die if he dies, it's not bad for this one."

Lin Lingqing didn't know from Gu Wenxiang until after he was reborn that the full name of this "God God Wu" is Wu Shang.

That day, he was taken to the deepest part of the death row and met Wu Shang.This day, Wai Shen, with his white shirt behind his back, looked him up and down, "Lin Lingqing."

"You are the demon king here. Before sunrise tomorrow, call the original demon cultivators in this city back, and none of them will be missing."

Lin Lingqing said: "I can't come back."

"Have you seen the end of those demon cultivators in the prison outside?" Wu Shang said unhurriedly, "You call the rest of the people back, and everyone will have a way out."

Lin Lingqing smiled wryly: "I once forced my subordinates to make an oath of heaven, and I really won't be able to call back, so I won't lie to you."

"You are the Demon Lord, and their lives are in your hands."

"I am not a demon king, where is there a captured king in the world."

After a few sentences, Lin Lingqing stopped talking, his eyes were clear and his posture was calm.

Wu Shang waved his hand and ordered: "Invite Lord Mojun down, and then tell the demon cultivators in the prison that if you want to survive, you can just coax them, Your Majesty, please open your mouth earlier."

Lin Lingqing was sent back to the prison, where she closed her eyes and sat quietly overnight.

It seems that the God of Heaven has already said something.It was very cold in the prison, and the night was too long. In the darkness, he felt a pair of dying eyes staring at him.

In the middle of the night, someone said: "...Your Majesty."

But Lin Lingqing didn't answer.

After that, no one spoke, and no one coaxed him to talk.

This was Lin Lingqing's first night, and at sunrise the next day, he was pushed in front of Wu Shang again.

Wu Shang stood up from his seat and walked up to him: "Have you ever been severely punished before?"

A piece of torture equipment was thrown in front of the eyes, and there was a cold light.

Lin Lingqing sighed, "Not really."

The rest of the Gods whispered: "This monster is very special, it must be sent back to the upper realm to present to the Lord, and it cannot be killed."

"I know," Wu Shang waved his hand and ordered, "Sentence."

Lin Lingqing was dragged back to the prison in the evening, and he could guess how miserable he looked without looking.

He didn't know what fell on him from the middle of the journey. He really didn't suffer this kind of crime.

There was dead silence on both sides along the way, not even moaning or panting, and the sound of blood dripping down could be heard clearly.

Lin Lingqing felt like being thrown into the prison like a bloody sack, the floor was so cold that he shivered, and when the light in his eyes faded, he was about to pass out.

But immediately after, a bucket of ice water was poured on his head, and he didn't know what was added in it. The wounds all over his body were stimulated, and the pain that had been numb was revived a thousand times.

Lin Lingqing snorted lowly, opened his eyes, and the vision was flickering, black and crimson, snow white and bright gold were mixed together.

He didn't know how long it took him to see clearly the black iron bars in front of him that were stained with blood, and behind the bars stood two men with golden eyes in white clothes.

The God of Outer Heaven, Wu Shang, actually sent someone to watch over him all the time, not allowing him to pass out and get some relief.

There was the sound of insect wings dancing in the darkness.

Lin Lingqing lowered his gaze weakly, and he saw a few strange things lying limply on the cold floor of the prison in front of him, twisting in opposite directions, attracting a few flies with disgusting green light.

Lin Lingqing looked at it quietly for a while, and realized belatedly that it was her finger with all the joints broken, and the flesh was rotten.

He was so pained that his brain was confused, and he felt very sad in a daze: he might not be able to hold a sword in the future, nor would he be able to make wine.

This is just the beginning.From this day on, inhuman torture has become a daily routine.

Lin Lingqing endured it silently.

Wu Shang forced him to summon the Demon Cultivator of Snow Bone City back, with endless means.

Lin Lingqing gambled that he would not really kill himself, and that the torture would stop one day.

He bet on the first half of the sentence, but failed to win the second half.Five or six days later, he held his breath on the torture rack and passed out. This time, even the ice water with the irritating poison could not wake him up.

But Tianwaishen did not suspend his sentence, but began to give him some unheard of pills to hang his life, and he was still not allowed to fall into a coma.

On that day, the chief guard of Snow Bone City in the prison finally died.He walked very painfully, screamed and convulsed for half a night, and died with regret.

Taking advantage of the two or three breaths of the Tianwaishen guarding the prison to direct the people to drag the corpse, Lin Lingqing heard the door of the prison next to him slam.

He tried his best to open his eyes, and saw a broken hand stretched out from the darkness, with something sharp between the fingers.

Lin Lingqing was very surprised at first, wondering where the sharp thing came from in the prison with a vague consciousness, but when he looked closely, he suddenly saw clearly that it was a tooth.

This demon was determined to be unbearable to be tortured in this hell, so he pulled out his own teeth on a whim.I don't know how long the ears and eyes of the God outside the sky have been grinding quietly under the lock before they can grind out this sharp point.

"Your Majesty," the man stared wide-eyed with bloodshot eyes, and said with trembling lips, "You, you..."

"Thank you." A warm look appeared in Lin Lingqing's eyes, he waved his hands, and smiled weakly, "I will not die."

Since he is not dead, he can only endure this kind of life that is worse than death.

Gradually, his mind began to blur. Although he would not be in a coma, he would be dazed and unresponsive when he was awake.Occasionally, when I was dragged out in the morning, there were suppressed cries from both sides, and I only recalled it at night.

"Why don't you let go."

Even the Heavenly God who guarded him couldn't help frowning and asked him, "You can endure for three to five days, can you endure a hundred days and a thousand days?"

"...True God outside the sky," Lin Lingqing barely had the strength to speak at that time, and he was dizzy and panting for a long time after speaking a few words, but he still squinted his eyes and smiled, "I will also be...curious,...cough , Is it the will of ants?"

That day, the foreign god snorted coldly and walked away silently.

……

A few days later, Wu Shang changed his strategy.

In the dark prison, he brought a frail mother and daughter to Lin Lingqing, and asked patiently, "Do you want them to live or die?"

Lin Lingqing recognized that this was the wife and daughter of the chief of the city guard.

Wu Shang was condescending, and smiled cruelly: "Do you know what it's like to have backlash against Yin Qi?"

He waved his hand and ordered, "Put on the iron spikes and inject Yin Qi."

The iron hooks pierced into the flesh of the kneeling mother and daughter respectively, causing blood to flow all over the floor.The girl cried hoarsely, screaming and struggling hard.

The woman was pale, holding her daughter tightly with her hands helplessly, looked at Lin Lingqing with tears in her eyes and said, "Your Majesty..."

Lin Lingqing thought that she was asking him to let go and save her life, but unexpectedly the woman kowtowed: "I am about to bring my little daughter to reunite with my husband. It is not a pity for the mother and daughter to die. Please turn around and don't dirty your eyes."

This beautiful young woman had tears all over her face, she cried and kissed her daughter's hair, and murmured: "Tao Tao, don't cry, don't cry, I'll see your father after a while..."

With an order, the majestic Yin Qi surged along the iron hook and was about to be introduced into the bodies of the mother and daughter.

With such a strong and violent Yin Qi entering the body, backlash is inevitable.It won't be long before they will turn into charred corpses like the chief of the city guard, and die in pain.

There was a crash.Lin Lingqing stretched out his hand abruptly, and with his disabled five fingers, he grasped the chain with the iron spikes.

The boundless chill suddenly surged up from his arms, he gritted his teeth to resist, the good Yin Qi in his body was thrown into chaos!

The mother and daughter were stunned and raised their heads in a daze.

Wu Shang's complexion did not change: "Very good."

A line of blood spilled from the corner of Lin Lingqing's lips, he swayed for a while and couldn't stand, and fell on his knees close to the mother and daughter.

At this time, he had already been pushed to the limit, if it wasn't for the pile of pills to force him to support him, he might have died long ago.At this moment, this Yin Qi is forced into the body, and the internal organs are all convulsed by the cold air.

Wu Shang ordered: "Double the concentration of Yin Qi."

He bent down and leaned into Lin Lingqing's ear and said, "It is worthy of the name of a demon king to be able to suppress such a violent yin energy in the body with his own strength. I am very curious how long you can last."

Lin Lingqing understood Wu Shang's intentions, he thought heavy punishment was ineffective, and deliberately wanted to force himself to collapse mentally.

His best choice at the moment is actually to let the mother and daughter die tragically immediately, to show that this move is useless to him.

Soon, more intense Yin Qi rushed into his body, as if thousands of ice thorns emerged from his lungs.

Lin Lingqing's fingers were convulsed and refused to let go. There were layers of black mist in front of his eyes, his ears were ringing sharply, the blood vessels near his temples and his heart beat crazily, and every breath became a torture.

Cold, cold all over.

Something came up from the throat, with a strange sweet smell, Lin Lingqing wriggled his Adam's apple and swallowed, he forced himself to use all his mind to suppress this continuous stream of yin.

But the yin energy seemed to be endless, the pale skin on the right hand first began to crack and roll, and was burnt black by the force of backlash.He was afraid that he would not be able to hold the iron chain with all his strength, so he moved his fingers to wrap the chain around his wrist little by little.

Wu Shang turned back to sit on the high seat, frowned at Lin Lingqing's difficult movements, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he waved his hand: "Yes, open the prison door and drag these people out. His majesty the devil is so heroic, you must stand tall Show it to the public, let all the demons see it clearly!"

Lin Lingqing was quickly hung up.The delicate gold wire was worn on the iron hook, piercing the pale skin from the back of his neck, and piercing through the small half of the spine.

There are also two hanging gold wires, the iron hooks pierced through his left and right wrist bones respectively, lifting the two thin arms.

He wanted to die in pain, in shame, and even more so in shame.

The gazes of countless demon cultivators fell on him, watching the noble and omnipotent young gentleman convulsed and coughing up blood under the torrent of yin qi, but he couldn't stop the backlash of yin qi from spreading more and more seriously.

He couldn't protect these demon cultivators, and he wanted them to look at the embarrassing appearance of the emperor they believed in.

There is no end to the torture.No matter how high the cultivation base is, no matter how good the control over the yin current is, no matter how strong the perseverance is, they cannot resist such endless pouring.

When the uncontrollable yin qi corroded to the extreme, Lin Lingqing began to vomit blood profusely, as if he wanted to vomit all the blood in this thin body.

In a blink of an eye, the prison was filled with blood, and the purgatory on earth was nothing more than that. The demon cultivators in the prisons on both sides were about to be driven crazy.Some people clapped their hands and banged their heads on the cell door, and the lock rattled, making one's hair stand on end.

"Your Majesty..."

"My lord!!"

"You have the guts to kill me!"

"Stop, beast! Beast!!"

The eyes were blood-red and ferocious, and the desperate howls and wailings of trapped animals followed one after another.

The woman had already cried and fell to the ground, and the girl was so frightened that she curled up in her mother's arms.

Until a certain moment, someone broke down and sobbed: "Your Majesty, please let go...!"

Lin Lingqing could no longer hear the voice clearly, his teeth were clenched, his long sweaty eyelashes could not be lifted up, and his eyes were completely dark.

The chain wrapped around his wrist could actually be shaken off with a flick, but an obsession that came from nowhere was burning in his heart, and he refused to extinguish it even though it burned through the bones.

It is because he is always unwilling to let go, even if he dies...

The road of this life has finally come to this point, isn't it?

Time passed minute by minute.

"My lord."

I don't know how long time passed, suddenly there was the sound of hasty footsteps in the cold cell.

The visitor's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he reported, "Yin stone... Yin stone is exhausted."

……ended.

Countless people in the prison on both sides slumped down while holding on to the bars.

It was like a drowning person, suffocated to the point that his lungs were about to explode, and he was pulled ashore just before his lungs exploded, and he got a breath.

Looking at the exquisite golden hanger, Lin Lingqing was already in a semi-comatose state, her phoenix eyes were drooping, her pupils were dull, and her limbs and body were covered with gray and black scorched scars.

His long, haggard hair hung down, and dirty blood dripped unconsciously from the tip of his lips, ticking, ticking, onto the beautiful golden frame.

"Exhausted."

The dead silence was broken by a sneer.

Wu Shang stood up and stretched himself.

He took a Qiankun bag from his waist, and said, "It's okay, there are more here. Don't be stingy, and add three times the dark current to Lin Mojun."

In the darkness, despair is like a tidal wave returning.