The Strongest Sect of All Times

Mozu wanted to cry.

It is no longer possible to mix in the astral world, and now it is used as an experimental product for research.

Hold back!

Live!

Mozu comforted himself again and again in his heart.

Having suffered from the vicissitudes of life and torment, he has cultivated a strong state of mind. Even if the situation is very dangerous now, he will wipe away his tears and face it.

This is a poor and inspiring villain, who has had a lot of glory, has fallen to the bottom, and has tasted the hardships of life but is still alive and strong.

"Do it."

Jun Chang smiled seriously.

The surgeons headed by Elder Yi Taixuan glanced at each other and then took out anatomical tools.

"brush!"

The anesthetic powder provided by Miao Saifeng poured into the mouth of Mozu.

This is actually a kind of poison, but its effect only paralyzes the body and soul, ensuring that the patient will not feel any pain during the operation.

About a moment.

The effect of the medicine volatilized, and the devil ancestor fell asleep.

however.

Just in a light sleep state.

I could clearly notice that the sharp scalpel wandered across the skin, causing bursts of itching.

"Pump!"

"Pump!"

The chief surgeon, Tai Xuan, took the dragon and snake and quickly dissected the body of the devil ancestor.

Everyone poked their heads to observe carefully. From the structure and shape, the corpse is no different from normal humans. There are meridians, blood vessels, internal organs, and various bones.

"Craniotomy."

Jun Changxiao ordered.

A soul merges into the corpse, and the most important thing is the head. Maybe there is some secret hidden in it.

"brush!"

The old man Taixuan replaced a brand-new scalpel and began to perform craniotomy on the devil ancestor. This is a test of technology, but when something goes wrong, it will fall, and it will be a vegetable.

...

Astral World, Law Enforcement Hall.

A group of high-levels sat in the conference room, and the 9527 portrait was presented on the left light curtain.

"Twelve first-class nobles were killed and must be severely punished." An old man said angrily.

Everyone agreed.

"The corpse of No. 9527 obliterated the twelve nobles. The method was extremely cruel and the nature was extremely bad. The law enforcement hall will negotiate and pronounce the soul sentence, and it will be executed immediately!"

The Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall sat on the first place and announced to a phone worm-like thing that the voice was transmitted through the internal formation, resounding through the major cities of the astral world, and the warriors could clearly hear it.

"Kill twelve nobles?"

"9527 The corpse must rebel!"

"This kind of thing hasn't happened for a long time. For our safety, that guy must be sanctioned!"

The aborigines of the astral world were filled with indignation.

As a feature of the plane, the corpse has long been integrated into life, and they have become accustomed to dominance, and naturally they are extremely resistant and disgusted with disobedience.

in contrast.

When the other corpses who looked like slaves heard this, a trace of sadness and horror appeared in their eyes.

They have no sympathy for 9527, but only sympathize with themselves, because no one knows whether they will be sanctioned by the law enforcement hall for minor conflicts in the future.

Especially soul punishment.

This is a very cruel torture.

The reason why the corpse is conscious is that the soul is entrusted to it.

The highest punishment in the astral world for the corpse is to start from the soul side, so that they can slowly lose their souls while ensuring that they endure great torture.

When Jun Changxiao obliterated the nobles, the Demon Ancestor guessed that once he was defined as a murderer, he would definitely suffer the soul punishment.

"Execute."

Law Enforcement Hall Master Road.

No feelings, no mercy.

The corpse is a tool in the eyes of the warriors of the astral world.

After meeting certain conditions, although freedom can be obtained, it will still be bound by many restrictions.

"Yes!"

The old man in execution robe walked out of the main hall, stopped on the ground outlined by various patterns, and then took out a special compass with many light spots on it.

Each light spot represents a soul.

Among them is the devil's ancestor, the number is also 9527.

In fact, this is very similar to the origin of the soul, as long as it is controlled by others, it is equivalent to holding life and death.

"call out!"

The old executioner summoned the soul of No. 9527, and then gently placed it in a small hollow in the ground.

"Huh!"

The lines are excited and flames emerge.

The soul of No. 9527 struggled wildly in the cave, as if experiencing the cruelest fire.

"Zizi!"

After a while, the fire pit turned into a pan, and the soul was tortured in it.

Next, there are criminal laws such as caning and Ling Xing.

The soul of 9527 is like a helpless child, suffering the torture of life as good as death, until it slowly...destroyed.

The execution footage was broadcast live.

Seeing the humble corpse soul finally turned into nothingness, the martial artist of the star spirit world showed a satisfied smile on his face.

The following guilty.

The execution of capital punishment is also very pleasant.

Those corpses with no status or dignity are creepy and terrified.

In fact, the reason for the public execution of the law enforcement hall is to let the other corpses understand that if you don't obey orders and don't keep yourselves restlessly, this is your fate.

The effect is outstanding.

There was a grumbling corpse in his heart, but after witnessing the execution, he worked harder to serve the astral world warriors.

dead.

Not scary.

What is terrible is the devastation and the loss of soul.

...

A few hours later.

The effect of Ma Yao San gradually disappeared.

Demon ancestor woke up unconsciously and saw no dazzling lights, but exquisitely carved ceilings.

His thinking is a bit confused and his mouth is dry.

"water……"

The voice is weak.

Just as Mozu shouted, the cold spring water flowed along his lips into his mouth, making him swallow frantically as if he had encountered an oasis in a harsh desert.

Water enters the belly.

Thinking gradually became clearer.

"Brother." Jun Chang laughed, "How do you feel?"

Only then did the Mozu realize that the guy was standing next to him holding the bowl, so his anger came from his heart, and he was about to swear, but suddenly he felt his brain exploded.

"You just had your skull opened."

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Don't move, don't think."

"..."

The demon ancestor forcibly let go of his anger, weakly said: "What...what did you do to me..."

"save you."

"help me?"

Mozu laughed hard.

Jun Changxiao sat down, took out a fingernail-sized gadget, and said, "This is something found in your head. According to our preliminary judgment, it should be an explosive device that has something to do with the soul."

...

"Sect Master, this guy has something in his head!"

"what?"

"It beats like a heart."

Jun Changxiao came with a mask. After careful observation, he guessed: "It's not a bomb, right?"

"drop!"

"drop!"

Suddenly, the gadget sounded.

Jun Changxiao, who was just a guess at first, immediately judged that this is definitely some kind of explosive device, and suddenly it made a beeping sound and might be detonated!

"brush!"

He picked up the scissors next to him in the fastest time and cut towards the gadgets with similar lines.

"Click!"

The line is broken and the sound stops.

"call!"

Jun Chang laughed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead.

In fact, there are many different colors of thread for that thing. Because of the tight time, the dog decided to cut the red thread.

Why choose red?

Because Jun Changxiao subconsciously thought of the color of the rose.

It may be that his wife blessed him with the lucky buff, but he got it right, successfully protecting the demon ancestor who was about to endure the soul punishment and the soul exploded.

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PS, in fact, this chapter was written at 10 in the morning. I received a call from the decorator. The house in the community was replaced with a warm floor. The result was a day. Because there is no elevator, I ran back and forth on the 17th floor N times. Said, it is an anatomy, the thigh is still soft now.

Yes, I have a house. The down payment I paid five years ago has been unfinished for five years. You are always worried that the book will be unfinished. In fact, I have been in the unfinished for five years.