The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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The wine sacred letter was very fast, and it was very happy to agree.

This hundred miles of purple scorpion was imprisoned in the dungeon, and it had no use for a long time, but it was the mad sigh of madness, because she led to the unstoppable decline of the Baili family.

The elite children were almost exhausted in this battle of the shemale. The hundred-year-old face was found to have a demon pedigree, and the demon **** made a thing. Afterwards, I thought about it. There are also a few of the holy hearts, but I am afraid that there is another flaw.

This is the case. A woman who had been given high hopes by the Holy See and gave a saint to the woman, under the eyes of the half-sacred, almost overturned the entire Lingbao continent.

These sins naturally cannot make her die too cheap.

Now that Momo wants to see her, naturally it will not be a good thing. It can be a prisoner of sin and a hero of the human race. The wine saint will not be the face of the ink.

The place is secret, and the wine saint also leads the way.

On the walls on both sides of the ramp, **** birds are blooded with complex patterns. These patterns are full of mysterious and strange powers. They can trap the souls here, and there is no door to heaven.

The secret room is divided into ten small rooms. Each small room holds a soul. The secret method is used to show the soul the original face before birth. The body is slightly transparent and has no shadow. It can only float in a small compartment.

If the soul accidentally touches any part of the compartment, the above secret method will emit a faint red light, which will burn these souls. The pain of this soul will make them mourn and painless day and night.

The wine saint only opened the secret room, pointing to the last one to indicate that it is the soul of the hundred purplish.

Jimo nodded, and walked in, and the door closed silently behind him.

Jimo slowly walked through a compartment, and several souls were held in the front, and their transparent bodies were already ruined and crumbling.

The expression on his face was very painful and his mouth was widest. He seemed to be experiencing endless pain. Then no matter how much they mourned, they could not make a sound.

These souls, in the infinite long years, have lost their former pride. The pain of this burning soul does not stop for a moment, every moment is suffering.

They are not asking for release at the moment, they are only seeking to be free, even if the soul dissipates.

Therefore, as soon as the ink came in, the souls rushed to the door of the compartment, and there was no sound in the mouth, but the hand that could be extended, the mad eyes of hope in the despair, and the mouth that kept on closing, All are telling a request: save me! kill me!

Jimo came facelessly until he stopped in front of the last compartment.

In this compartment, a transparent figure curled up in the corner, heard the movement, looked up at the door, and calmed the eyes of the ink.

After a sigh of relief, the eyes that were originally bleak and indifferent, suddenly bright and scary, regardless of the flutter.

An uncontrolled, floating body touched the door of the secret room, a dark red light flashed, wrapped the figure, and then the transparent face that had restored the appearance of the past, revealing the painful color.

Baili Ziyan couldn't make a sound at the moment, but her almost bulging eyes, twisted expressions, and silent shackles all showed the pain at the moment.

This kind of pain that can't be heard, but can be seen, is enough to make a mentally determined man tremble with fear.