Listening to Xue Zhengxuan’s opening, people with other martial arts are angry and get up: “Can you shut up the dead sorrow?! Your disciples have cultivated the chess game, which has already violated the taboo of the comprehension, and it is reasonable for you to break the door. I’m not going to care about you for a while, but can you be a little self-aware?”
"Xue Zhengyi! You still speak for him? You should be a group with him!"
It’s surrounded by slang.
The martial art is good, the family is good, and it is often the case. One person becomes a god, and the dog grows up. But once a person makes a heinous thing, the entire sect or family will be regarded as a demon cave.
"This is a sin, not a fixed sentence." The wooden cigarette is a faint one. As far as things are concerned, it is not to judge the death and death. "Shu Palm Gate does not have to worry. After the sin, it will be broken. The difference is the final conclusion." ""
When she finished, she turned her head and looked at the ink, and the voice was cold: "Continue to sin."
"I...have...the bully...the annihilation...the ancestors..."
"The bully destroys the ancestors?"
This is confusing.
The ink burns but feels like a fire.
Deceiving the ancestors, Chen is the sin of his previous life - this sins of water, will actually smash the felony committed by his last life from the throat!
But he doesn't want to say... he doesn't want to say it! Is it necessary for him to say how his former life is lingering/insulting with the lateness of the eyes under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes?
Prisoners are imprisoned and blasphemy.
Insulted him, and finally killed him.
He didn't want to say.
He felt that he could not live, but the days of Chu Xiening were still very long.
Chu Nighting is the spirit of Shenmu, with the purest aura and talent. He hopes that Chu Ning can go on well, and in the end he will be able to fly and rise to the ranks of Xianban, no longer need to suffer from reincarnation, the pain of love.
His master is so good, so clean.
He wants to protect him...
We must not let everyone feel that they have something to do with it.
You must not let everyone feel that the night is rather dirty, and the body is contaminated with the sin and sweetness of stepping on the king.
He wants to protect him.
Protect him...
In the abdominal cavity, he still burns a fire, and the pain is broken. The ear faintly heard the wood smoke from the cold and forced to ask: "What is the bully ancestors?"
He did not say, he did not say.
The fingertips whipped on the rough sandstone ground, and the front of the forehead was scarred. He groaned in the same place, like a fish that died on the beach...
He does not say.
It is the same to resist the crime of sin and to resist the heavenly question. As long as you die, you can always endure it.
He asked in the whistle of the Tianyin Pavilion, and everyone struggled in the eyes of the people. This torture is too deep, and ordinary people can't stand it even when they ask questions, and this is a hundred times more than a hundred times more painful than the day.
He felt that the intestines and stomachs were tightened by a pair of invisible hands, tearing, smashing, **** mottled sores were flooded with salt water, burning pain, pain in the wrist bones.
The sound of the wood smoke seems so far away, as if it came from the ocean.
"What is the so-called bully and annihilation of the ancestors?!"
He did not say that he bit his tongue and bit his lip, but blood in his mouth, but no tears.
The same as the seven days in the dog cage.
He does not cry.
His tears will only be the laughing stock of the spectator.
No one will be merciful, and he is not afraid of the pity of these people.
Even if it hurts to death, it will hurt until the liver and intestines are broken.
The wood smoke is still interrogating and questioning: "What did you do to Chu Xiening?"
It hurts too much, and in the end, there is an illusion.
He saw the appearance of Chu Xi Ning after a hundred years of flying into a fairy. It is still a white coat like a snow, handsome eyebrows, and fascinating. When you don't laugh, you have a sharp edge. When you laugh, the edge is turned into a gentleness.
"No..."
The wooden cigarette smashed a bit, and the lips were lightly opened: "What?"
The ink-burning throat is crushed and hoarse: "I said wrong, I have never... I have not... bully..."
Lifting the scorpion, the blood is vertical and vertical, but the scorpion is bright.
“Destroy the ancestors!
The words are broken.
"..." The wooden cigarette was not known from the face. It seemed to have a hint of horror. It seemed to be a bit stunned, but she was too cold, and her horror and sorrow were quickly frozen into ice. She paused. Said, "Continue to sin."
The ink burns and coughs blood, and the lungs seem to be shattered, and they breathe with a turbid smell.
He lay on the ground, waiting for the huge pain of the sin, the body was soaked, pale as paper, his cheeks against the ground, hair stained on the cheeks, gasping.
The wood smoke was involuntarily stepped forward.
She stared at him: "Continue to sin."
"Not guilty..." The ink burned on the eyes, dumb, "can be Chen."
The wood smoke left a disciple to take a little bit of blood burned, and then wiped it on the exquisite code. The code was engraved with three small tricks of "gongshande", which was used to measure the merits of this person.
She threw the weight into the scales.
Libra is slowly floating, except for the burning, everyone is watching the golden pointer -
"Smashing the soul"...still "smashing the soul"...
The pointer is moving.
Smash the soul.
But there is no way to smash the soul.
Xue Meng held the dragon city machete on his knees and his face was extremely ugly. He stared at the scale. He tried to keep his waist straight, because he knew that if it fell, he would not be able to straighten up.
He shook a little, and his palm was colder than the Dragon City.
The wooden cigarettes looked at the golden scales without looking at the beautiful eyes. The pointer moved more and more slowly, moving in the field of "smashing the soul", almost banned.
She opened her sleeves and said faintly: "Okay, it seems that the overall situation has..."
"Still moving."
"Xue Gongzi..."
Xue Meng stared at her, he was talking, although the voice was trembling, even though he did not know whether he was right or wrong.
"The pointer is still moving."
The wooden cigarette leaves the road: "Quickly stopped."
"Then wait for it to stop."
The wood smoke is opposite to his sight.
After a while, she had a cold and ridiculous smile on her face: "Okay, then wait for it to stop."
The sun was poisonous, and the ground of the roasted sandstone floated a layer of gray smoke.
They waited, everyone looked at the pointer and waited for it to stop. The strange thing is that the pointer has not settled for a long time -
It also seems to be not sure how to decide for the light rain, it is swinging, hesitating to the place of reducing the sin, slowly, little by little.
Wood smoke did not seem to have encountered such a situation, she no longer snorted, goose yellow clothes, and quietly await the judgment of Shenwu Libra.
Xue Meng’s knuckles were white, and he stared at the needle. It seemed that it was not the life of a person who was about to arbitrate, but the years in which he and his ink were arbitrated.
From scorn to dislike, from disgust to acceptance, from acceptance to recognition.
Is it the beginning of the cold and wrong, or the later "brother", wrong to be outrageous?
he does not know.
He stared at the needle, and he had no hope when he stared at the needle.
Don't stop.
I beg you.
Go ahead and go some more, you see, it’s still a little...
The guy was wrong again, but he also broke the spirit core and retired thousands of troops.
How can I be sentenced to death?
How can you crush his soul...
a little. A little more.
To the end.
——
"Life is to dig the core."
The wooden cigarette was announced with a blank expression, and she was very fair and cold-blooded. It was very different from the robes with golden warm light on her body. Her whole person was colder than frost and snow.
The pointer stopped.
The tip is swaying at the word "living the core of the spirit".
That was the final judgment of Master Mo.
The wooden smoke is off the stalwart spectators below, as well as the top ten sects on the stage -
It is indeed the top ten sects. The Tianyin Pavilion still has the old seat of the Confucianism Gate. There is a lonely person sitting on the seat. It is a black leaf.
She carried the cloth sac of Nangong, and she lost her master's white gold forever. Her face was very awkward, but her eyes were clear, and she was watching everything on the trial table.
The wooden smoke is off the road: "There is an eye in the sky, the mirror is high, and the Tianyin Pavilion has passed the judgment. It has not been used for personal gains and fraud. It has never been biased. It has not been deliberately slandered. It has been judged by ink, and it has been used to dig the criminal law. Express three days, tell the world, if there is no objection, three days later -"
Xue Meng has been closing his eyes and forbearing, but at the moment he finally couldn't help it. He suddenly got up, and the silver blue light armor flashed: "I have dissent."
"..."
"I don't have to wait until three days later, I have objections now."
The following is even more prosperous: "The death of his mother's fast-closed! What!"
"Everything Xue Zhengyi and Xue Meng have tried together! In all likelihood, it is a group of people. How can I help the devil to speak on this?"
"At that time, Jane Chess came to the world. How did you not kill the number of people? Are you really a magic cave?"
Xue Meng's face was blue, but he had to do his best to suppress his anger.
The angry snarls of the monks, the wooden cigarettes were heard from nature, but she turned a deaf ear, only faintly said: "Small Xue Gongzi has something to say, I am listening."
Xue Meng opened his mouth and seemed to be ignorant of what he said. Mrs. Wang was very worried in her heart and quietly pulled him: "Menger, there are still three days, we have long considered it, think about how to say..."
Xue Meng did not seem to hear the mother's words. He stared straight at the wooden cigarette for a while, then turned to look at the scales, and finally his eyes fell on a small black spot in the distance.
That is the ink burning above the punishment platform.
Xue Meng’s eyes trembled, like a slap in the wind, and the bottom of his eyes wrinkled.
It’s not dark, it’s not bright.
He said without a word: "He has no spiritual core."
Wood smoke away: "What do you mean?"
Xue Meng suddenly got excited. He looked back at her: "What do you mean? You don't know? The person who saved you in the dead, the person who retired the chess piece, isn't he? The wooden cabinet owner, I want to know you. How to execute a sentence? His spiritual core has been broken! What else do you have to do? Dig out his heart?"
He had water vapor in his eyes and his nails fell deep into his palm.
"Life is to dig the core of the spirit, to dig the core of the spirit... There is no spiritual core, you are not going to kill him!"
The wooden cigarettes are narrowing their eyes: "Tianyin Pavilion has its own way."
"According to the rules, after the verdict falls, the sentence will be executed after three days." Suddenly a muted voice was heard, and everyone looked up. The person who spoke was Ye Zhixi. "There is no way for the cabinet owner to look at it." ”
Immediately, the people of Bitanzhuang angered: "What qualifications do you have to open? What are you counting?"
Some people whispered below: "Looking at Jiang Yan to support her, taking advantage of the Nangong Temple to change to return to the Confucianism door innocence, she really took her seriously, such a big occasion, an unnamed female flow like this question The voice cabinet owner, she also matches?"
Ye forgets to ignore this.
Until there was someone who had previously complained with the Nangong family, she said to her loudly: "Ye is a forgotten, the Confucianist door has already died. You should be sitting there alone. Wouldn't you think that you are the head of Confucianism?"
Ye forgets to hold his arms and screams, but has not restored the spiritual white gold. She was alone in the same place, not angry or noisy, waiting for those who were angry or sneer to gradually calm down, she said: "The Confucianism of the Dark City is still in command, and it is not dead, not what you said. ”
"you--"
The leaves are not willing to talk to others, and a pair of scorpions look at the wood smoke: "Please also ask the owner to express."
The wood smoke is off the road: "There is no way to reshape the spiritual core in this world. The nuclear nucleus is broken, but the debris is still in the heart. The so-called digging of the nucleus is naturally not necessary to demand the integrity of the nucleus."
Xue Meng looks like paper: "So what do you want?"
"There will be a way to dig out the core pieces of the spirit." The wood smoke leaves the road. "Tian Yin Ge will not want his sex..."
"Life" has not been exported, Xue Zhengyi also stood up, his face covered with clouds: "Drilling out the core fragments?"
"Not bad."
"How many times does it have to be dug?" Xue Zhengyi screamed at his eyes, and his side was mixed with white hair. "Five times? Ten times? The heart is dying to damage the heart, and it is extremely painful for a few years." The former Tianyin Pavilion dug a psychic nucleus of a prisoner. She did not support it. She died in the prison on the same day."
The wood smoke is indifferent: "That is her own weakness, and she can’t blame the Tianyin Pavilion."
"Then you might as well ask for his life directly!" Xue Zheng said with anger, "wood smoke, spiritual nuclear debris! If you say that you can export, if his spiritual core is broken into two pieces, it will be dug twice. Three pieces, I dig three times... But what if it breaks into a hundred pieces? Do you want to delay him?! You are in the middle of it!!"
"If it is broken, it is his own life."
Xue Zhengyi is dumb.
Life?
Everything is life.
He suddenly felt ridiculous.
What is life?
Because of his life, he mistakenly raised this child as his own nephew.
He gave the child's family, Master, and gave the child a place to live, a home. But what is the fate of this child?
The illegitimate abandonment of the child, not enough snacks from the snacks, followed by the mother begging to sell for a living.
The mother died, and he was a thin and timid young child, dragging the rotted body, burying the post, and burying his only childhood warmth.
He has been beaten countless times, countless scolding, he was shut down in the dog cage, and he was jailed.
Everyone expects this world to be fair, but from the moment of birth, fate is unfair.
Why is the family husband and son of the car here, in exchange for a beautiful smile.
The poor people there have been displaced, and they have to feed on insects and the world.
Why do some people be addicted to their mothers in a carefree manner.
Some people have to take the mother's bones and go to the front of the giants to ask for a "three feet, you can hardly ask for a shot."
Why are some people humbled into the earth.
Someone is born rich.
This is not fair.
When fate dumps injustice on those who are at the bottom, a price adjustment order can take the lives of their loved ones around them -
Where is justice?
They are all living people. How can they not hate, how can they be detached?
Even if this child is missing, even if it is not his flesh and blood, even if fate is teased... Thinking about it, it is still distressing.
Xue Zhengyi closed his eyes.
He murmured: "It's too cruel, and Shenwu Libra may not have considered the situation of breaking the nuclear nucleus... hundreds of times, the wood smoke."
He squinted and his voice was shaking.
"You have to take an awl and stab his heart, hundreds of times."
"..."
Everything between heaven and earth is clear, and everything in Tianyin Pavilion is rigorous, fair, and meticulous.
Xue Zhengyi raised his face and looked at the clouds and slowly drifted past.
"Well, now that he is guilty of compensation, he owes this world, and it should be paid off."
got windy.
Xue Zheng whimpered.
"But this world owes him... Does anyone give it back to him... Does anyone give it back to him..."