As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned!
Lan Ling did not kill Yan Ping himself, but asked the Temple of the Sky to kill him. Was this possible?
Yan Ping almost couldn't believe his ears. Was Demon Emperor Lan Ling mad with anger? Was he insane?
He was playing the role of the Dragon Temple's hero. A mere Holy Priest dared to challenge Lan Ling.
Yan Ping became even more excited. "So the so-called Armageddon Demon Emperor is just a lunatic. Haha!"
Lan Ling looked at the Sky Fortress in the sky and said slowly, "Are you sure you don't want to do it?"
Shi Tian, Tendoki, and Ning Wuya looked at each other.
Lan Ling did not make any threats, nor did he agree to any conditions. He only asked them to skin Yan Ping alive. There was no need to explain the reason. Although the Dragon Temple felt that they would win, what if they failed?
At that time, Lan Ling might give them some political treatment for today's favor. What if he died a little more honorably?
Lan Ling's favor, even if it was just a little, was worth a lot.
Although the three leaders of the Temple of the Sky felt that they would win, as long as they could get a little favor from Lan Ling, a mere lackey was nothing.
Therefore, the three leaders nodded.
Then, four powerful punishers came out of the Sky Fortress and slowly landed on the ground. They walked to Yan Ping's side and grabbed his shoulders.
Yan Ping was shocked. "What, what's wrong?"
One of the punishers said, "Don't worry. We are very fast. You won't feel much pain."
At that moment, Yan Ping realized that the Temple of the Sky was really going to make a move on him. He really couldn't believe his ears, couldn't believe his eyes.
The Temple of the Sky and Lan Ling were mortal enemies. In order to boost the morale of the Dragon Temple, he did not hesitate to provoke Lan Ling. He was the hero of the Dragon Temple. The Temple of the Sky should reward him greatly.
He didn't expect that the Demon Emperor would order the Temple of the Sky to kill him, and the Temple of the Sky would really come to kill him?
Why? Why?
Why?
Yan Ping and Tu Ningchen felt that their outlook on life and the world had been completely overturned.
Why?
Yan Ping was pressed to the ground by the four punishers and stripped of his clothes. They used a dagger to cut open the top of his head and grabbed his scalp to peel it off.
"Peel it slowly. Don't kill it instantly. Try to make His Excellency Yanping feel the pain," said Lan Ling.
Then, the four Punishers slowed down their movements and peeled off Yan Ping's scalp bit by bit.
"Ah … ah … ah …"
Yan Ping let out an extremely miserable howl.
Boundless pain and despair, boundless anger and hatred welled up in his heart.
Why? He was a Saint Priest of the Dragon Temple, a true high-level official. All these years, even if he didn't make any contributions, he had worked hard …
Why was it like this? Why was it like this?
In front of everyone, Yan Ping's scalp was completely peeled off.
The crowd looked at everything with ashen faces, while Tu Ningchen's legs trembled and he fell to the ground.
Because he had sought refuge with Fu Lingxi, he could summon the wind and summon the rain in the Raging Wave Kingdom. Therefore, Tu Ningchen felt that he was already part of the ruling class. Even in the Dragon Temple, he had a certain status.
But today, reality slapped him hard in the face?
It was like Old Master Zhao slapping Ah Q hard in the face: Are you worthy of the surname Zhao? (Note: From "The True Story of Ah Q")
And the reality in front of him was even crueler. The three powerhouses of the Temple of the Sky looked at everything coldly without any ripples in their hearts.
Is the boot-licking of the Temple of the Sky something that a mere Saint Priest like you can do as you please?
At this moment, Yan Ping suddenly roared, "Dragon Temple, I'll f * ck you!"
This world was really ridiculous. Tu Liyang shouted this sentence just now, and now Yan Ping actually shouted the same sentence. Furthermore, he was even angrier and more wronged.
"Dragon Temple, aren't you afraid of losing the hearts of the people by doing this?" Yan Ping lost his scalp and roared crazily.
The three powerhouses of the Temple of the Sky completely ignored him. They had no interest in replying at all.
Only those who weren't strong enough needed the hearts of the people. Go and ask Lan Ling, does he care about the hearts of the demons?
Please, we're not the kings of human nations. We don't play with the idea of being able to carry a boat or overturn it.
We're the rulers, and we have powers that are close to gods. If you talk to me about the hearts of the people, what's the difference between this and an old farmer saying that the emperor uses a golden pole to carry dung?
"Alright, kill him …" Ning Wuya ordered faintly.
"Rip …?" The four Punishers tore at YanPing's skin with great force, peeling off all the skin on his body.
Only a muscular man was left twitching desperately. One of the punishers took out a bottle and dripped a drop on Yan Ping's body.
Immediately, his skinless body began to corrode.
"Ah … ah … ah …" Yan Ping's throat emitted an extremely painful howl. After struggling for a while, he curled up into a ball and died.
Before dying, Yan Ping didn't hate the Dragon Temple or Søren. Instead, he hated himself!
In the past, he was also cultured, refined, and elegant.
Although he used a very despicable sorcery to make Ashita Liren think that she liked him, she at least admired him even though she didn't really like him.
At that time, he was really full of charm, elegance, and inner qualities.
Yan Ping was sure that even if he met Søren at that time, he could have become good friends.
At that time, in order to make Ashita Liren like him, Yan Ping tried his best to make himself more outstanding.
Then, when did he become ugly and disgusting?
It was when he suggested to the Fengdu Temple to kill Ashita Liren. Because he couldn't get Ashita Liren, he wanted to destroy himself. It was when Ashita Liren fell in love with Søren and didn't like Yan Ping at all.
Jealousy had completely destroyed him.
Once a person broke through a certain bottom line, there would no longer be a bottom line.
Just like Tu Lingchen, he used to be elegant and disdainful of power. He liked Yan Nai 'er, but he kept his distance from her and called her brother and sister.
However, after Yan Nair and Søren got together, Tu Ningchen's elegance disappeared. Jealousy completely destroyed him, and he became a shameless person.
Ling Ao was also such a person.
However, at the last moment of his life, he regained all his dignity and died a heroic death, drawing a bright exclamation mark on his life.
"I have lived such an ugly life!" Yan Ping let out a long sigh before he died.
However, other than Tu Ningchen and Fang Qing Qing, no one cared about his death.
…
Lan Ling looked at the collapsed ruins of Dragon Pagoda.
He felt a little emotional!
He knew that Jiang Xue had left the Balrog Empire, but he didn't care much about it. He didn't expect that she would choose to use such a method to persuade him, and use a heroic sacrifice to shock him.
She was so decisive.
What Lan Ling didn't expect was that the person who completed this great deed was Ling Ao! The Ling Ao who would rather be Zhi Li's dog than surrender to him.
He ended his life just like that. It didn't matter if it was revenge, release, or saving the human race.
His death was extremely dazzling.
Originally, Ling Ao's name was no longer in Lan Ling's heart. But now, this name was deeply engraved in his memory.
Fate made a fool out of people!
Lan Ling looked at Gui Xingfu, Tu Liwen, and Tu Liyang on the ground and said, "I'm taking these three with me."
Tendoki said, "Alright, Your Majesty Demon Emperor, let them go."
Without any conditions, the Dragon Temple released the three.
The three supported each other and crossed the plane boundary in the middle, entering the demonic territory.
A huge energy shield protected the three from the Demon Emperor's pressure.
A moment later, three Death Warriors appeared. The three of them rode on the Ghost Ray and flew towards the south.
"Goodbye, see you in the duel," Lan Ling said.
The three leaders of the Temple of the Sky said, "Farewell, Your Majesty Demon Emperor. See you in the duel."
Then, the blood-colored clouds in the sky dispersed. Lan Ling's face gradually disappeared.
To the north of the Hundred-Thousand Mountains, the crack in the sky disappeared. The Sky Fortress of the Temple of the Sky left.
Everything returned to its original state.
Only ruins, countless corpses, and countless confused people were left.
Lan Ling didn't care about the people north of the Hundred-Thousand Mountains, didn't care about Tu Ningchen, didn't care about Qing Qing, and didn't even glance at Tu Ningchen.
Tu Ningchen was so scared that he almost peed his pants.
Seeing Yan Ping's death, Tu Ningchen thought he was going to die as well.
However, in Lan Ling's heart, he wasn't even a cat or dog. He didn't even have the right to be executed by Lan Ling. Yan Ping didn't have the right to begin with, but his provocation finally earned him the right to be executed by Lan Ling.
He was courting death, seeking benevolence and obtaining it.
No one collected Yan Ping's corpse, and no one dared to do so.
Tu Lingchen was once castrated by Sauron in an alternative way. Later on, he managed to get on the good side of the God Dragon Temple. With the help of the God Dragon Temple, he was able to regain his former glory. But now, he felt like he had completely withered.
Ignoring his wet pants, Tu Ningchen squatted in front of Yan Ping's corpse with a sorrowful expression.
He felt like his life had lost all meaning.
He felt that he was extremely pitiful.
Tears gushed out of Tu Ningchen's eyes, filled with boundless sorrow.
He knew he couldn't live. The higher-ups would definitely investigate. For example, why did Zhi Ao serve the Demon Emperor so crazily and betray the Dragon Temple? Because his wife had been slept with.
Then, who had slept with his wife?
There were so many that he couldn't even count them with his four limbs. But Tu Ningchen had been singled out by Zhi Ao.
Therefore, he had to take responsibility. He had to die.
He used to think that his status as a duke carried a lot of weight. He still had a lot of face in front of Fu Lingxi. But now, he knew that he was just a fart.
Oh, no, he wasn't even a fart.
"Yan Ping, we're not even a fart." Tu Ningchen laughed bleakly. Then, he pulled out his sword and cut his own neck.
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