"Are you afraid that I won't be able to hold on?"

Seeing Ye Nian's expression of embarrassment, Jiang Xinyou smiled bitterly: "This pain is nothing. When Ye Yue came back to life for me, he suffered even more pain. Now that I have come back to life for him, what does it matter to me?

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"Yes, maybe the knife mountain hell is nothing, but what about the eighth iceberg hell? Can you bear the biting cold? There is also the ninth oil pot hell. Can you bear the feeling of being fried in a frying pan?" Ye Nian

He frowned and said one by one: "The tenth level of the bull pit hell, countless cows will attack you with their horns, if you are not careful, there is the eleventh level of the stone pressure hell, where a huge stone is pressing on you.

When you sink to the bottom of the water, the suffocation feeling can almost make you die several times. The moment your soul leaves the body, are you sure you can still live?"

Speaking of this, Ye Nian couldn't help but sigh: "In the twelfth level of mortar hell, you will be put into the mortar and killed, and your whole person will be chopped into meat paste. In the thirteenth level of blood pool hell, you will be thrown into the blood river.

, there are countless little bugs in the river eating your skin. You don’t have to go to the fourteenth level of the hell of wasted death, the fifteenth level of the torture hell is similar to Lingchi, the sixteenth level of the volcanic hell can burn people until no ashes are left, and

Seventeen levels of stone-grinding hell, eighteen levels of saw-and-saw hell... There is only one life-saving elixir, and I can't even tell when to give it to you. You'd better think clearly before continuing."

Ye Nian's words couldn't be more clear. What happened next did sound extremely terrifying. Even the kid couldn't help but stepped forward and persuaded: "Yes, girl, let's take a rest. Even if we only have three days, we can still

There are three days! If you can't hold on and are unconscious for a few hours, you might as well take good care of yourself now so that the next thing can be easier to handle!"

The kid was right. The torture time was only one and a half hours, but she was unconscious for two hours. Time was wasted. It would be better to spend half an hour adjusting her breathing.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyou slowly sat down on the floor, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing. The black-faced kid was already speechless.

Now Ye Nian is watching the punishment, and the kid is facing Jiang Xinyou. Even if the black-faced kid wants to cause trouble, he can't embarrass anyone. The elders will explain what happened to him, and I'm afraid he will never be able to get rid of it completely.

At this time, everything Jiang Xinyou had experienced was transmitted from the heavenly realm to the divine realm. The people of the Presbyterian Church sat around and watched, and many of the elders had to admire Jiang Xinyou's will.

"Everyone, what do you think about this?"

Several elders looked at each other, stroking their beards and said, "Chaoyang is right. If we really kill this girl, the three realms and six realms will be in chaos. Let's make her a god as we said before."

"But what kind of divine position should Jin confer?"

"Yes, what kind of divine position should Jin confer?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Elder Baimei's eyes: "Of course we must seal a divine position that allows us to control and even suppress the ancient dragon clan!"

***

It's been three days, three whole days, and Yeyue hasn't received any news about Jiang Xinyou.

These days, he has been trapped in the saw hell. Although he is not punished, he is trapped on the pillar by the red rope left by Chaoyang and cannot move. He lives his life every day, thinking about Xinyou, but he can't do anything for her.

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Chapter completed!