Just as Xing Tian sighed at the toughness of Nvwu, Nvwu sat comfortably in the torture room.

"How are you prepared?"

Ye Fan sat next to the girl, looked at her and asked.

"If you want them to believe that your death will definitely cause you to suffer, but you don't have to worry, my sword is still very accurate."

The girl nodded and pointed to her mouth.

It is signaled that the fake death medicine has been hidden in his mouth. He only needs to bite it into pieces and then enter a state of fake death when he is executed.

When Ye Fan saw her sign, he felt relieved. Now everything is ready, and as soon as the time comes, it can start.

It was half an hour before noon, and Ye Fan tied the girl to the punishment frame and pushed it out of the punishment room.

There were already many people outside the torture room, and Di Jiang was standing in front of everyone with a cold face.

"It's so satisfying to finally execute this traitor!"

A monk stood among the crowd and laughed twice, his tone full of joy.

"That's right, it's a pity that Lord Dijiang doesn't allow it, otherwise I will definitely cut it into pieces."

A group of monks were talking.

As he listened, Di Jiang became angry again.

Heavy pressure emanated from him, pressing all the monks present to the point where they could not stand up.

"Mr. Dijiang, what are you doing?"

One of the monks said, arching their bodies and gritting their teeth.

"What am I doing?"

Di Jiang snorted coldly.

"It seems that the incident happened a few days ago was not big enough. You don't remember what I said clearly enough!"

Di Jiang's voice suddenly rose, and the monks in front of him were breathless.

The monks who were whispering under the execution platform were even pale and trembling all over.

"If I hear such remarks in the future, I need to blame me for being polite!"

Di Jiang shouted angrily, and the pressure suddenly increased.

The monks who were whispering directly fell on the ground, and then the heavy pressure gradually dissipated.

Now they have learned their lessons. They no longer touch Di Jiang's rebellious scales, but just stand quietly under the punishment platform to watch.

Ye Fan did not care about how Dijiang taught those who were not able to see the light of the Light Pavilion, but just took out the Fire God Sword from the ring. Under his control, the Fire God Sword kept splitting in the air.

These monks had never seen Ye Fan's move and were immediately shocked.

They stared blankly at dozens of swords that looked exactly the same.

"I'm just a fool, but I dare to come here to make trouble?"

An old monk made a disdainful comment.

In his opinion, Ye Fan's method was just a kind of trick, making his sword look like countless.

Ye Fan couldn't hear his ridicule, but he ignored it and just stopped the dozens of exactly-same Fire God Swords in front of the girl.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in a blink of an eye, noon came, and the big bell in the Light Pavilion buzzed.

"Execution!"

Xing Tian announced the ending of the girl with expressionless face.

Under Ye Fan's control, the dozens of Fire God Swords stabbed into the body of the girl.

"This kid won't expect to kill the girl with a slut!"

A monk stood under the punishment platform and mocked Ye Fan.

"If the blind trick can kill the girl, why should we spend so much effort?"

Because Di Jiang was on the stage, they did not dare to talk loudly, but they could not avoid muttering in a low voice.
Chapter completed!