Long Live Summons!

Heaven realm, Light Mountain, in front of the Temple Gate.

The battle between Yueyang and Long Hate continues, and Yueyang has defeated Long Hate on the ground for the 108th time, but Long Hate still jumps like a live tiger, with no sign of serious injury.

He was a wretch and a pain.

Under the power of Destiny Moon and Phantom Moon, his tens of thousands of years of God's strength, Yue Yang abused him like a dog.

However, Long Hate is also a powerful divine class, the divine power is immeasurable, any trauma to the body can quickly improve, the fighting power has no great influence, at the same time, he found that Yueyang did not use this unclear illusory Lunar divine power, although effective, less than half the power exerted... If the true master of the illusory Lunar divine power is to come, I'm afraid that the result will be another.

“You, you, have you had enough?” Long hatred has lived for tens of thousands of years, but he has never been so angry in his entire life, nor, of course, so cynical today.

“Almost, let me blow your ass a few more times!” Yueyang seems very interested in popping people's daisies.

His words had just fallen and he slipped out like a fish in the gap between the spears of the conical heart.

Avoid the Purple Gold Trident of Long Hate.

Slip your body over the floor.

Fighting like a little hooligan, kicking into the sky, right in the middle of a long, hateful crotch.

Had it not been for the eternal stagnation of the Moon of Destiny, in ordinary times, Long Hate would have escaped a hundred ways, even taking the opportunity to strike back Yueyang a thousand feet and 10,000 trits. But now, he, who was all zombie-like, could do nothing but look at each other and make intimate contact with his own lower body. Though no broken eggs sounded, there was enough shame in a long-hearted heart to tolerate it.

“I'm not done with you today!” Long hatred trembles.

“Where's your balls?” I don't know yet, and this curious baby is still chasing the most hidden questions.

“Die!” Long hatred growls like thunder.

“Without eggs, how did your nineteen generations of grandchildren come into being?” Yueyang was strange, but the light flashed in his head, and he quickly understood, his palms slapped the back of his head: “Geez, I've always wondered why the captain's idiot looked nothing like you. Turns out he's the egg of another rooster! ”

Long hatred broke apart, and the divine power erupted across the body.

The conical heart spear of the dense sky.

Disappear.

The instant illusion turned into a horrible Senro hell, countless spikes, all over the heavens and the earth, the whole hellfield, shielding the whole of the Light Mountain, of which only Yueyang and Chang Hate exist.

In the sky, there was a bloody rain of blood, pinched by a biting cold wind, blowing all over the spike hell.

Yueyang calmed down and looked around him and found that there was no day and no moon in the spike hell, only blood and needles existed.

Long hatred at this moment is like a lunatic, rushing wildly into the sky, in the sky, greeting him with hundreds of billions of sharp and telescopic spikes, I don't know how many, anyway, dense phobia will throw up so many spikes, all into the body of long hatred. That disgusting scene made Yueyang's heart twitch for one.

Hundreds of billions of times more painful howls erupt in the mouth of hatred than the late execution.

He was spiking all over his throat.

I don't know if it's because of his voice, or for other reasons, the blood rain in the sky, more dense, faster, all over the spiky ground, began to build up a pool of blood, and at the visible speed of the naked eye, diffuse, while forcing it to fly to the foot of Yueyang...

“If you go to hell, can you veto Destiny Moon?” Yueyang was about to erupt the illusion moon power again, but it didn't wait to destroy the body, and his face suddenly changed.

He suddenly had a feeling.

This horrible and disgusting spike of hell is not a hallucination of longing hatred, but a real existence.

Mount Light is a prison of God, so it cannot be without a little punishment or sanction for treacherous criminals. Spike hell, that should be one of them. Just over time, the guards colluded with the prisoners, and these spikes of hell, gradually turned into tools and tools for them to build their magic. Like the long-standing hatred before him, he is unlikely to get out of the needle hell, but he can pull his enemies into it with him and, after suffering from the needle, break the law and let it be sanctioned in the same way as Yueyang did in it.

If Yueyang does it, it must be regarded as a confrontation.

Perhaps in the next second, hundreds of times more punishment and sanctions will be exchanged.

“Found out? Ha-ha-ha. Too bad you found out too late! If the first drop of blood drips on you, if the first needle pierces my body before you use the power of the Moon of Destiny to escape, it may be too late! But now, whatever you do, it's too late! You must bear this spike with me, and you will bear it a hundred times, a thousand times...” Struggling out of the spike, the long hatred of the needle eyes laughs wildly.

“You old bastard!” Yueyang finally understood why he hated not to attack himself. Instead, lunatics usually jumped at Needle Mountain, so he wanted to suffer more.

“Cry, scream, and mourn forever in this stinging hell!” Long hatred has never hated a man so much that he decided in his heart that whenever this Yue Titan endured a hundred times and a thousand times more of his pain, he would strike the needle mountain again and keep him in this spike hell forever, forever in pain and never get away.

This was supposed to be his cell.

But now he needs another inmate.

Though Yue Titan, from the countryside of Tongtian Tower, was extremely upset with him, Long Hate did not care at all what his fellow inmates were like. The more enemies of hatred, the more they need to share this punishment and pain. Is there any better music in this world than the mourning of the enemy?

Yueyang carefully reached out his hand, using his index finger, gently on one of the needle tips gently.

Almost never touched it, hands shrunk back like lightning.

Forgive me.

He also screamed with a cracked mouth.

“Nima, who the hell came up with the needle? It hurts too much to stick it in people's bodies!” Yueyang's eyes hurt so much that he had his fingers on them, he couldn't slow down for half a day.

“Enjoy it, you've got plenty of time to enjoy it. I was the only one, but now you will be the owner of this place, and you can enjoy everything a thousand times... don't think this is all, no, this is just the beginning, your pain is far from here!” Like a madman, Long Hate stuck a needle to his body, screaming perversely as he twisted his face and his body surrounded by needle eyes, appeared an unspeakable horror.

Long hatred not only sticks needles to the body, but also sprinkles blood water on the body.

Those rains, the water, every drop of blood burned on him, the body of the god who hated him burned like a mortal body caught fire, a fierce cry for the whole spike of hell.

Yue Yang's gaze at the tongue-in-cheek, long-hearted eyes filled with the joy of vengeance and the desire for hatred: “Don't worry, you will soon enjoy everything I have, and you will certainly be a hundred times more, don't envy me too much, all of which you share. If you don't feel good enough, I can always increase it for you, hahahahahaha! ”

Yueyang was scared by this lunatic, almost didn't scare the piss.

But he's not a fool, Ben, but can't he hide? What jail, what spike, what the hell, it's none of my business! I'm not a criminal!

If you can't kill an old man who hates him, why stay where his balls hurt?

Even if the needle doesn't stick here, it looks creepy. Legendary dense phobia is wooden!

Yueyang is ready to make a quick trip out of this space. Staring at his hatred all the time across the street, suddenly he was laughing, “Ha-ha-ha, I'm laughing. You think you can get out of this prick hell? What a smart tower genius, such a fantasy idiot! If God's prison is going to leave so easily, why am I trapped here for tens of thousands of years? This hell, you're not the first to come in, you're not the first idiot to leave, but I'll tell you, under this blood pool, have 67 geniuses like you been buried? Before God's power runs out, it's impossible for you to want to commit suicide, because this is the real hell, the prison of God where even the gods can be imprisoned! ”

No beast of war, gift, law, or even divinity can defeat the confinement of the ancient gods here.

Unless you can transcend the ancient gods.

Otherwise.

This is going to be a prison for good.

Watching Yue Yang smell the color change face, looking at his unbelievable expression, long-hearted feeling incredibly comfortable, a pleasure like poison spreading wildly in his body, couldn't help but laugh, he looked up to heaven.

When he laughed most excitedly, he stuck his head in the needle mountains, allowing those dense needle pricks to penetrate his skull, deeper into the bone marrow, and deeper into his brain.

He believed that any suffering he endured would be multiplied hundreds of times by the young man in front of him, not immediately, but in a future that was not too far away. Sooner or later, this boy will endure, and, more than a hundred times his own, when he sees his cries in the needle mountains, the endless number, I'm sure, will be even happier and more comfortable!

Ha-ha-ha!

Hate the thought in your heart, and you will have infinite pleasure.

It seems that the pain of needle puncture on the body is also extremely slightly diminished.

After a delightful and satisfying rendition laugh, finally, long-hearted eyes on that new companion, new inmate, who is about to be tragic, the next moment will be able to appreciate how they are suffering and how tragic!

How will this boy react? Is it a cry, a curse, or a useless suicide?

The big show is coming up.

As the only audience, I feel that my excitement point has reached its limit, and with just a little more, I believe the volcano will erupt!

However, just when he hated to think he could have a good time, a man who had made him look like a man ready to take off his pants, opened his pants and found it as frustrating as Phoenix... God damn Yue Titan, he disappeared! In this impossible spike hell, this goddamn Yue Titan vanished!

Long hatred feels like "blowing" my brain, I feel like I'm going crazy right now!

This, this is impossible!

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