I'm such an old god, so sorry

Jun Zuo put his hands on the hilt of the sword, and said calmly: "...If you want to kill, you need to cut, just dispose of it."

The Rings of God also laughed, and even Harendell, who has always been gentle and indifferent, said with an indifferent expression:

"A hero among mortals, I admire your temperament and aptitude, but your overly strong pride has blinded your rational eyes, making senseless emotions gain the upper hand, never understand or want to understand what is great, just stubbornly believe that you bow down It’s an insult to dignity... Actually, kneeling down is only a formality. If you truly respect our Lord, your posture doesn’t matter, but you have no respect in your heart..."

"Enough, tell him why so much."

Clolan interrupted Hallendale, stretched out a slender finger, pointed at the king's seat, and pressed it lightly.

"Uh!!!"

A burst of pain deep in the bones suddenly struck, and the throne was staggered almost unsteady, and Clolan's Austrian energy instantly completed all aspects of the suppression of the throne.

"[Soul Flogging] [Mental Pressure] [Fresh Torture] [Crimson of Howling]... Clolan, for a mortal, it is really cruel."

Harendell said, the Great Arcanist expressionless: "It's just to make him awe."

Jun Zuo could no longer hear the dialogue between the two rings of gods. In fact, at the moment of the operation, he was almost overwhelmed by the great pain, and his perception of the outside world was completely lost.

Can only experience the torture like purgatory.

The skin was bitten by thousands of ants, itching and painful, all the fluid in the blood vessels flowed back, and the convex blood vessels made him speechless with pain. The internal organs and bones were like being cut by a knife, which humans could not imagine. The torture was performed simultaneously in the king seat.

If the physical torture can be tolerated, then the mental pressure makes the king's seat miserable.

Just as the soul is drawn out of the flogging, every stroke will make the pain on the body a hundred times more sensitive, and any second of pain can make a tough warrior go crazy.

It seemed to be pressing against the mountain mentally, forcing Jun Zuo's back to bend slightly, and the majestic reprimand was always ringing in his ears.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel..."

As long as you kneel down, you can avoid this crazy pain.

Yes, as long as you bend your knees slightly, you can get salvation, which is not difficult.

In a trance, Jun Zuo's trembling body gradually sank, and he woke up suddenly just before his knees touched the ground.

"No... I won't kneel! Don't want me to kneel!"

Junzuo bit the tip of his tongue, and the sudden severe pain made him sober, holding the hilt tremblingly, maintaining the final bottom line.

"I haven't lost my mind...it's interesting."

Clolan let out an "Oh" and shook his head: "It's a pity to try to the wrong direction."

Speaking of increasing the intensity of the operation again, Jun Zuo's body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and he trembled suddenly, but then he persisted again. Not only did he persist, he stood up slowly.

However, the price of doing this is that the whole body's skin begins to crack, red blood seeps out, bones are crunching, and there are horrible cracks near the corners of the eyes, joints and lips. With that mouthful of blood, the original His handsome face was ruined in a mess.

It is estimated that the spell that Clolan applied for the second time was due to gravity pressure, but the appearance of the throne was even more unbearable, and the eyes were clearer.

Just staring stubbornly ahead, repeating in vague words:

"I don't kneel..."

The cousin's tragic situation made Cang Xia a little unbearable. After all, she wanted to kill Cang Ling at most, and didn't want the latter to be so tortured. The girl turned her pitiful pleading gaze towards Xiude.

Xiude also felt a little uncomfortable. The Kings were not the ones who treacherous and the evil ones, and Clolan did a little too much.

"Ahem... you can stop."

"Sorry, Your Highness Xiude."

Clolan bowed his head to Xiude and said: "This is the only thing...Only the maintenance of my lord's dignity, you can't obey you, after that, no matter what you want to do with you."

Xiude was slightly surprised, and looked at the other rings of the gods, and found that even Mistoria, who licked the dog the most, avoided Xiude's sight, expressing acquiescence.

This is the first time the Ring of God collectively defies the will to cultivate virtue.

It's up to you!

Xiude was a little angry, but soon he understood the reason why the Ring of God did it.

The Lord of Youlan is all-knowing and omnipotent, and the Ring of God as a so-called "servant of God" is actually completely unnecessary. The Lord of Youlan did not ask them to do so, but the Ring of God who loves the gods and respects the gods gave up everything. The fetters of the mortal world and the opportunity for evolution, their existence is to maintain the dignity of the Lord of the Blue. If they can't even do this, it is equivalent to denying their meaning of life.

Wanting to understand this, Xiude no longer insisted, and said: "Don't let him die, and... hurry up."

"Understand, it won't affect His Highness's arrangements."

Clolan closed his eyes and nodded.

Then the great arcanist gave the final confession as he said, and the gold-embedded knees of the king throne finally hit the ground.

It wasn't because he couldn't hold on and was willing to give in, but the bones and muscles of his legs were completely damaged, and the magic power used to replace the body tissue was also banned by the Great Arcanist.

No matter how firm the will of the king is, it cannot affect the laws of physics. Without support, his body naturally crawls on the ground.

"Ah...ha...ahhhh..."

One of Junzuo’s ice-blue eyes had to be closed because of congestion, and the other golden pupil dilated, looking at the ground in disbelief, and stroking the stump with the palm of his hand, after trying to stand up several times to no avail, Finally realized the fact that he was kneeling.

Cang Ling's mouth was filled with unexplained sorrow, tears came out of his eyes, covering his mouth, and began to cry.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Heart-piercing crying, hoarseness, pain, sorrow, despair...the one who hears it is sad, the listener sheds tears.

He was originally such a calm and unrestrained person, even if the plan that he had endured for more than ten years was broken, he did not lose his grace at all, but he completely collapsed in a simple action.

"Except for pride...the cousin has nothing."

Cangxia's golden eyes flickered softly and said.

"If you take away your pride, you take everything from him."

"That's why you think he is tired?"

Xiude sighed and said, "It seems to be quite tiring."

Youlan's crumb walked in front of Cang Ling, stretched out a finger, and placed it on Cang Ling's forehead.

Listening to Cang Ling's bitter cry made Xiu De's heart panicked, and the mentally collapsed Throne could not help, so Xiu De wanted to give Cang Ling a psychological treatment.

Instead of directly distorting his will with the power of Youlan, what he had to do to cultivate his virtue was very simple, and that was to make Cang Ling's thinking become the same as the people of the stars.