Fengsha Jiangshan

Chapter 672: Bone Peeling Nails! 【1】

Being torn is just a pain, but once it is nailed with a bone-cutting nail, it will wait to endure endless torture for the rest of its life.

But she Zhuge Canglan is not a person, if you want to put nails on her, you have to ask her if she is willing.

Zhenjun Huizhi raised his red lips, and smiled ripplingly: "It's unnecessary to be grateful, you need to feel that your uncle Jia Zushi treats you well!"

She deliberately made the word "good" very clear, as if she was afraid that Zhuge Canglan could not remember it clearly.

Zhenjun Chunjia glared at Zhenjun Huizhi coldly, then turned his head and asked, "What do you think?"

Xiumu Zhenjun naturally didn't care. Although this punishment was severe and unreasonable, it had nothing to do with him, left or right... Even if the immortal had to settle the score in the end, it would not be on his head.

Xiu Mu considered his words, and said, "Since... Senior Brother Chun Jia said it, then... it's up to you to decide."

Zhenjun Jiang Xun glanced at Zhuge Canglan, who was calm and not surprised, and was slightly surprised. This little girl knew that bone nails were very powerful, so not only was she not afraid, but she was so calm, and she had a calm atmosphere that did not match her age.

Not everyone can do it without changing the face of Taishan collapse. If this girl... If she can escape this catastrophe, her future achievements will be higher than any of them.

This girl is not fearless in the face of danger, she is either ignorant or fearless!

Thinking of Zhenjun Jiang Xun, she felt a little pity for her talents. Although this girl is a five-line spiritual root, her cultivation base is higher than that of the disciples of the Tian Linggen at a young age.

Among the three generations of Xuantong Peak's disciples, Jiang Xun didn't like any of them. This girl...is a pretty good seedling, what a pity, what a pity.

Now this time.He couldn't openly fight against them, he just hoped that she would be lucky.

So Jiang Xun coughed twice and said: "This... Junior brother, I have participated in the discussion. This matter... it might be better to ask the immortal."

Chunjia Zhenjun snorted coldly: "The Immortal has already left, so I won't bother her with this matter, the old man will be suppressed first, and she will be executed on the execution platform tomorrow."

Zhuge Canglan said nothing, she is weak now, she doesn't need to be strong, she endured it for a while, anyway... the execution will be carried out tomorrow, and she still has one night.

Relying on others is worse than relying on oneself, she definitely won't accept the eight deadly nails, and she won't kill them.

But fortunately, this time I didn't use the Tianqiong sword rashly, otherwise these greedy and hateful people wouldn't be mad at it.

When Zhuge Canglan was thinking about it, he was too concentrated and didn't hear the sigh of the immortal in the air, which was as light as smoke.

The head of the sect didn't say a word, he looked at them coldly, and after seeing their agreement, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and he thought they were some good things, but it turned out that none of them had good intentions.

Cutting the bone nails? If she gets eight nails, she won't die, but half of her life will be lost.

After a while, the head of the sect suddenly retracted the puppet line, and Zhuge Canglan fell from the sky. She immediately stabilized her figure and stood firmly on the ground without any embarrassment.

The disciples who came in tremblingly wanted to force Zhuge Canglan to go to the cell, but she followed them honestly and did not resist.

However, when he walked to the gate of the palace, he suddenly turned around and smiled, that smile was like a frozen world, with corpses strewn all over the fields, blood stained rivers and mountains, and the few people who were over [-] years old felt a bone-chilling coldness.

(End of this chapter)