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Chapter 620: Torture

Qin Ming rushed out of the thousands of kilometers, and finally pulled away from the pursuit of the petals, and a figure stopped in front of him: "Qin Ming, don't do useless struggle, can you escape?"

The burial witch master raised his right hand, five fingers flicked, a sacred power emerged, and a gushing space, like an invisible huge wave running across the woods, rushed to Qin Ming. [Zero ↑ ​​nine △ small ↓ said △ net]

Qin Ming really couldn't avoid it. Before he could stop, he was hit by a huge wave. The sacred might continued, and for a moment, like a dozen waves crashing, Qin Ming vomited blood. Immediately afterwards, thousands of petals rushing behind all came, drowning him relentlessly.

A violent explosion sounded in the depths of the island, the earth shook, cracks spread, dust and blood soared up into the sky, hundreds of meters straight, terrifying the spirit demon living on the island.

The dust dispersed, the blood gas subsided, and a huge pit appeared.

Qin Ming was dizzy with intensive bombardment, his bones were broken, and he groaned unconsciously while lying there.

The buried flower witch master did not intend to kill Qin Ming, and consciously controlled the power of the petals, but did not want to make him feel good. The bombing at least made him lose the ability to resist again.

"A **** ... don't go hunting down the prince of the Temple of Heaven, what kind of prestige come to me. I was abused in Tuocang Mountain, come to me to find balance? But you are still a witch master." Qin Ming lay in pain in Tutu. In the pit, the whole body seemed to be bombarded by countless hammers for a long time, and every inch of flesh and bone was hurting. He managed to get into the sixth heaven, and before he was happy, he was ruthlessly stung. [Zero ↑ ​​Nine △ Little ↓ said △ Net] Painful, suffocating.

"It's useless to stop talking." The burial witch master walked to the deep pit, lotus step, and Nana, she was really beautiful, saying that her style was beyond exaggeration, and she raised her hands to bring stocks. Noble and refined, but she has no expression on her face, like the cold woman in the painting, she will always be the same and will not change.

"Yeah, you don't care about these **** who have no face, no skin, no harm." Qin Ming struggled to stand up, but it hurt his whole body, causing pain like heartache, but after struggling for a while, he still wobbled. Hold up.

The burial flower witch's fingertip twisted up a petal, towards Qin Ming.

puff!

The petals shot and penetrated Qin Ming's body instantly. He penetrated from the abdomen and shot from the back waist, bringing out golden blood. Qin Ming's body shuddered and he sat on the ground kneeling heavily. He shivered slightly holding the wound, opened his mouth wide, and his eyes were protruding.

"Don't be brazen again, don't be lenient."

"You mustn't kill me sooner or later? I called you twice, and my little master made money." Qin Ming covered his wound, his teeth trembling. The whole body's blood became hot, releasing the surging vitality, conditioning the injury, and dissolving the bruise. However, the injury was too severe, and severe pain filled the flesh and bones throughout the body, and the pain was choked.

"I don't kill you, I can release you."

"I will believe you?"

"As long as you do one thing for me."

"What do you do? Help you have a baby? Sorry, the grandfather doesn't sell himself and is even less interested in you. [Zero ↑ ​​Nine △ Little ↓ said △ net]"

"Hmm! Hmm!"

Two petals penetrated Qin Ming's body, one rubbed his heart, and one broke his ribs, knocking Qin Ming back three or five meters.

Qin Ming lay on the ground, curled up in pain, and almost pained him.

"Dare to be brazen, break your hands first, and then your arms." The burial witch master Gujing has no waves, and his tone is flat, but the more so, the more trembling his words are.

Qin Ming huddled for a long time, so he took it easy. "Let me hit? Thousands of miles came to me, people who didn't take you, and took the lead without taking your boat. Oh, did you fancy me?"

The burial witch master didn't talk to him, his voice was cold: "Find the season for me, I will let you go."

Qin Ming's beard radiated, his pale golden eyes stared at the burial witch master. Looking for the season? Don't look for other princes, why just look for him.

By the way, on the battlefield of Tuo Cangshan, Qian Qiu had once caught the buried flower witch master. It was other witch masters and ghosts who fought hard to fight, so she rescued her. Is this woman going to get revenge? Revenge is normal, but why did you come to me privately?

The buried flower witch master saw his mind: "I am not looking for revenge, I will not kill him, I will not frame him, and I will not hurt you."

Qin Ming suddenly sneered: "Why, are you emotional? Looking for a consecrated life? In this case, shouldn't I have to call you a bitch?"

The burial witch's master jade finger was slender, five petals suddenly appeared, and it was about to hit toward Qin Ming.

"Enough!" Qin Mingxi shouted. "There is no end to it? A high-level saint martial art, torture me a terrestrial martial art, is it cool?"

The petals stopped before they hit his body, but they did not retreat, ‘burning’ in the flesh, floating in mid-air, they would break into his body at any time. "Promise, I forgive you for not dying. Rejection will make you worse than death. Use your body as a bait to lead the Temple of Heaven into the trap. Choose by yourself."

Qin Ming struggled to lean against the pit, gasping weakly: "Let me think about it."

"Answer immediately!"

"Instead of you, you will answer directly? The ghost knows what you are doing."

"Don't try to recover with your golden blood, even if you are full, you can't escape my palm."

"I know, I understand, I know! Ten of the most prosperous me, can't escape this island." Qin Ming's weak cough, but every cough affects the whole body wound, he straightened his eyes and seemed to be dizzy at any time. Die past. I knew that now, Lu Tianxiang was killed directly. Damn, what should I wear?

"A scent of incense, give me the answer." The funeral witch master waved hundreds of petals and scattered them in the surrounding woodland to avoid accidents. She finally found Qin Ming and would never let her escape again.

"What the **** do you want to do? Forget it, don't ask, it must hurt someone. Tianwangdian and Wudian are the deadly enemies. You ca n’t wait to put Qianqiuhou in the sea to feed the fish." If I promise you, you will definitely use me to set up any traps, which will either harm Qianqiu or the owners of the Temple of Heaven. I will not promise you, you will also use me as a bait to lead the Temple of Heaven. In the end, you still have to treat them. It's all over. Please tell me, what's the difference between I promise you and I don't?

"Your time is almost up." The burial witch lord ignored him, pointed his fingers, and lightly tapped five petals in the air, threatening Qin's life.

Qin Ming eased for a while, the pain eased slightly, and the blood stopped a lot. "I think about it."

"Say."

"Let me frame the Qiuqiu? Impossible. If you want to kill or waste, it's up to you." Qin Ming dispersed the spiritual shield, calmed the spiritual power in the meridians, and recovered the golden wings.

"It's a pity." The burial witch master Yushou nudged forward, and five petals hit Qin Ming's throat and limbs.

Qin Ming closed his eyes and clenched his lips to kill and shave.

however……

After waiting for a while, the acute pain in waiting didn't appear. He opened his eyes slightly, and five petals were just in front of him. He almost touched his throat and limbs, but didn't go any further. Qin Ming was secretly relieved and bet on it! The burial witch master must have any special purpose, and it is impossible to kill him without a last resort. "Let you kill, you dare not?"

"Province, if your Qin Ming really wants to die, it is not waiting for death, but death. There is something in Qian Qiuhou, I will use your life to exchange with him. You ask him to come out, only himself, I follow He met, and it was only me. "The funeral witch master waved and withdrew five petals. She must meet Qianqiu as soon as possible and use Qin's life to knock him out of the Taiji furnace. She was very painful and weak, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, especially her realm could degenerate at any time, and she was suffering from a month-long retreat.

The kings in the Temple of Heaven have a lot of affection, and she believes that as long as she drags Qin Ming to Qian Qiuhou, he will certainly not die.