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The essence of Kongzhijing is the ultimate control of Yuanli, which has extremely high requirements on the talent of the orc warrior itself. In addition, chance, luck and sufficient capital are needed. Simply put, it must be a genius-type rich second generation.

The descendants of the Shengjing White Python royal family, the two brothers Bai Bing and Bai Yi are naturally at the top of their comprehension, and Bai Yi has a lot of luck, and has broken through several times with enlightenment, and his speed is comparable to riding a rocket. The youngest Sokachi fighter in history.

In Ning Miao's understanding, Tianyuan Guiyi is so common as to be rude, that is, to give red and blue forcibly.

Yihu belongs to the wind type, but Bingge is obviously partial to the water type, so the wind-type and water-type Yuanli White Wing can directly absorb and fuse, and the pale glass-colored pupils turn slightly. Uncomfortable, with five fingers forward, the little clan witch shouted: "Go!"

In the room, blue light and white light interweave alternately. The orc is as steady as a rock with his eyes closed. Ning Miao concentrates and concentrates all his attention to form a certain connection with the blue and white light belt, so as to relax and transport it to ensure that the spell can be cut off at any time.

The Yuan Jing was exhausted, bursting into powder, the dust rose, and the face of the orc was a little blurred. Ning Miao heard the sound of the increasingly dense Yuan Jing shattering in his ears, and began to regret not asking Wu Mochen for help. The ultimate crystal of water system and water system.

There is no turning back, Ning Miao can almost feel that Ayi and Bingge are working together to subdue the energy filling the body, constantly conquering, domesticating, and compressing. If they are distracted, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Ning Miao did not dare to ask people outside the door to come in. They would most likely be a disservice to A Yi and distract him. Second, he did not dare to let go of the spell. A Yi and Brother Bing stepped in and loaded to 90.00%. Miao was unwilling to give up.

With a thought, all the remaining yuan crystals in the space ring scattered and piled up behind him. The little clan witch stood sideways without the slightest hesitation. His left hand maintained the yuan force transmission, his right hand was grasped, and he repeatedly chanted obscure incantations.

Yu'er has warned that if you forcibly use your own body as a filter, let alone whether you will be injured, the feeling of being repeatedly torn apart is absolutely delightful.

Ning Miao has a special physique. Through his body transformation, any complex energy can be transformed into a great tonic with no attributes and no side effects. Ning Miao is lucky that his alien physique can be used at a critical moment to help Brother Bing and A wing.

The little clan witch smiled gratifiedly... but he didn't.

The power of metal, the power of wood, the power of water, the power of fire, the power of earth, the power of wind, the power of thunder, roaring from all over the river to the sea, with the crystal as the body, with the body of the small clan witch In order to make a point, he drew colorful bands of light in the air, wow, rainbow!

My ideal person is a hero of the world, one day he will come to marry me on the seven-color auspicious cloud, I guessed the beginning, but not the ending.

Hold the grass, hold the grass, hold the grass!

The rainbow covers the body, the pain is in the skin, the skin feels like it has been poured with concentrated sulfuric acid, and it burns like burning pain, and then thousands of arrows go through the heart, the muscles, bones, and internal organs are cut open and then strung together to beat the pain. The pain is in the marrow of the bone, and the commander belongs to him, so there is nothing to do.

Ning Miao didn't know where the will came from. She clenched her teeth tightly until her gums bleed, and she didn't let out a cry of pain.

Over the years since then, whenever Ning Miao recalled this experience, she always attributed it to a miracle, her smile was calm and calm, and she must have God's will somewhere.

It's a pity that his partner didn't laugh with him once, and his eyes and hearts were full of distress, and he felt that he should make up for the little female. The way of compensation was nothing more than pampering and pampering. Later, Ning Miao learned how to behave, and he was not allowed to mention this again. , the orc's "love" was too intense, and the old waist couldn't bear it.

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The capital of heaven, deep in the veins of the earth.

The fluorite lamp is always dim, and as far as the eye can see, there are only dark and jagged veins.

I don't see the sun, I don't know the years.

Ever since he was cut off his tendons and tendons, a golden arrow pierced through his chest and his back, and was imprisoned in purgatory, 100 years, 1000 years, or 1 years have passed.

Pulse crystals are always uncomfortable and perceptually confusing, which are tolerable. However, being alone in the world, the body's instincts come more punctually than the estrous period. After the restless pain and weakness, the spiritual seeds are conceived in the body and grow up day by day.

The cell is very spacious, [-] square meters, and the prisoner is naked, maintaining a posture of hanging his arms, half kneeling on the hard stone couch below him.

The iron ring bound the prisoner's hands, and the bone-chilling iron chain was deeply embedded in the high vein crystal cliff. There was also an iron ring at the ankle, and a long arm-thick iron chain connected them.

Tired and exhausted, he could only rely on the vein crystal stone wall behind him a little. His wrists and ankles had already been worn out with thick calluses, unlike when he first came here, he was often bloody and bloody due to hard struggle.

There was a heavy bang bang sound from the stone gate. The prisoner looked up and found that the old orc of the Huang clan who came in was not the usual food delivery man. The prisoner shrank back subconsciously, and numb fear appeared in his dim pupils.

Even after experiencing ten thousand times, the pain of being taken out of the body alive cannot make the body adapt.

After being detained for a long time, the prisoner lost the ability to speak, and his throat rolled several times, making simple and hoarse ah ah sounds.

"Heh, I'm quite energetic today." The orc wearing a purple mask approached the stone couch, the only exposed purple eyes were a little playful, "Why, begging for mercy?"

The prisoner struggled, his frail body flung back and forth, and the ah-ah sound became short and shrill.

As the prisoner struggled more and more intensely, the iron chain made a cold noise.

The masked man took his time, and slowly pulled out a pair of white gloves from his cuffs. The movements of his long fingers were as graceful as a dance. After putting on the gloves, the personable masked man burst out with a vicious aura.

The masked man stretched out a finger and lifted the prisoner's chin, as if examining the prisoner's appearance, fat?Thin?

The prisoner stopped struggling, but couldn't stop trembling.

The masked man slapped the prisoner's face with his backhand, with neither light nor heavy force.

It's punishment, it's humiliation.

The prisoner's face was instantly red and swollen, with fingerprints appearing, and his head was tilted to one side. The prisoner spat out blood foam from his mouth, and his throat hissed, like crying or laughing.

The masked man didn't seem to mind the prisoner's resistance. With a flick of his finger, the mechanism opened, and the iron chain hanging the prisoner's arm was lengthened. The masked man put away his previous playfulness and said coldly: "Turn around, kneel straight, spread your legs apart, collapse Waist, buttocks pouted."

The prisoner opened his eyes wide, his face ashen, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, he bit his pale lower lip, and slowly assumed a humiliating posture.

Knowing the cold and merciless gaze behind him, the prisoner thought that there would be no more tears, but his eye sockets were moist. When his eyelids closed, a drop of tear stained his long eyelashes. The prisoner let out a long sigh and relaxed his body stretched into stone.

The first time he was humiliated, the prisoner fought hard and refused to cooperate. Needless to say, he was beaten and starved, but the prisoner wanted to die, not afraid of the cruel punishment, and the prisoner tore his body again and again with sticks and vines. When the blood dried up, he was released. .

The masked man didn't torture the prisoners very much, the method was single, and most of them moved the small board. However, the masked man brought the prisoner's clansman, a three-year-old child, and the masked man asked: "You, or him?"

Prisoners have no choice at all.

That man, there is always a way to make the prisoner submit.