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In the "yellow" area.

Underground.

The vacuum spiritform formation.

The dense spirit Qi was like clouds and mist, blurring PEI Ling's face.

He was cultivating under the system's control, but his heart was filled with questions.

What was going on?

His cultivation had been going well for the past six months, so why did the system suddenly give him that source?

He had just felt that the crossing disaster abyss was safe and sound, but the system directly caused him trouble!

A bad rating!

After this cultivation, he would definitely give her a bad review!

The only good thing was that the system didn't control his main body to court death, but used his incarnation ...

Just as he was thinking, the array was activated. Mo minglan took a step forward and appeared in front of him. The moment her pure white eyes met his, they instantly turned into dark red runes and fused into PEI Ling's body.

PEI Ling instantly felt that his strength had completely recovered, and it was even more than before.

"Ding dong! The system will continue to help you cultivate ..."

Along with the system's notification, PEI Ling felt an extremely strong and pure power being refined into his limbs and bones. Even his soul seemed to have received some kind of nourishment and was beginning to strengthen ...

His cultivation level began to increase rapidly, like bamboo shoots after a rain. In a short while, he had reached the peak of the early divine transformation realm.

PEI Ling was extremely surprised that the origin soul that the system had gifted him this time had such a powerful effect!

His cultivation in the adversity crossing abyss couldn't even compare to the shocking progress he had made in the past six months!

Just as he was thinking this, the magic power in his body began to circulate on its own, and the aura around him began to breathe in and out like the tides. Under the control of the system, he was already beginning to cross over to the mid divine transformation realm ...

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In the "yellow" area.

Canyon.

A pool of blood slowly gathered between the black iron frames, and then flowed through the cracks of the stone armor to the low-lying area.

On top of the blood, a human-shaped body was wriggling.

Estimating that the execution time was about to end, Sihong Miaoli conjured a seal and summoned a ball of clear water, carefully washing her fingers. Then, with a thought, the skull that was thrown not far away suddenly flew up and covered the prisoner's head again.

Immediately after, she controlled the blood line and quickly sutured the other party's wound to ensure that his brain wouldn't spray out because of his careless walking.

The blood that flowed out of the prisoner's seven apertures had dried up repeatedly. His eyes were dull, and his body was twitching constantly.

There were traces of stitches all over his body, and his mouth was a bloody mess. This was because he had forcefully opened the blood line when he had struggled with all his strength.

At this moment, his saliva was mixed with sticky blood, flowing down from the corner of his mouth that could not be closed, staining the prison clothes.

In this one hour, the prisoner had been tortured to the point of fainting several times.

However, every time he lost consciousness, he would be awoken by Sihong Miaoli's exquisite punishment.

​ Under this repeated repetition, he couldn't even scream now. He had no reaction to any external stimulation.

After confirming that the blood thread had been stitched up and roughly checking the prisoner's condition, she waved her hand to burn off the blood stains around her. Sihong Miaoli tidied up her dress and said, " "It's almost time. This time, you can consider yourself lucky."

When she said this, her tone was very calm, without the fierceness and ruthlessness of the other stick men.

However, when the prisoner heard the plain voice, he suddenly twitched like a living fish thrown on an anvil. He twisted his body in despair and fear.

His dazed expression instantly turned into pure fear.

&Quot; wuwuwuwuwu ... &Quot; the prisoner was terrified and begged for mercy. However, because his tongue had been cut off, no matter how hard he tried, he could only make muffled roars and then whimpers.

Sihong Miaoli's brows furrowed.

The prisoner was so scared that he immediately froze in his original position, not daring to move at all.

Fortunately, because it was time for the execution, footsteps could be heard at the entrance of the canyon. Two white-robed martial artists with green patterns had arrived.

Sihong Miaoli immediately retracted her expression.

"Junior Sister Song." Two of the martial-grade officers walked into the canyon and casually glanced at the prisoner. Although he was stained with some blood, he looked intact. Hence, they no longer took it to heart. Instead, they asked Sihong Miaoli with concern, " are you used to it? " These criminals are all useless. Has Junior Sister not taken action yet?"

&Quot; it's okay. You'll get used to it slowly as you torture more and more in the future. You won't be soft-hearted then. &Quot;

Sihong Miaoli said in a soft voice, " "Thank you for your guidance, senior brothers. I really didn't dare to hit you too hard just now."

The two sect-level cultivators looked enlightened and said with a smile, " &Quot; it's fine. It's always like this. Just do it a few more times. &Quot;

As they spoke, they took the prisoner off the black iron frame and took him away.

During the whole process, the arrogant prisoner didn't even dare to breathe.

After passing through the narrow corridor and being escorted to the center of the yellow area, he seemed to have been suddenly woken up from a nightmare. He quickly walked into the depths of the area, not daring to stay there for long.

Seeing this, the two provincial level officers were a little confused. There seemed to be something wrong with the prisoner's behavior.

However, there were not enough people in the crossing disaster abyss and they had many things to do. They didn't have the time to care about this and left to do other things.

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In the next few days, Sihong Miaoli officially carried out her duty of caning the prisoners. She punished more than ten prisoners.

All the prisoners who had been tortured by her became unusually obedient after returning to the "yellow" area. Not only did they not dare to commit any more crimes, but they also did not dare to slack off in their daily stone-mining tasks.

Even the few troublemakers didn't immediately fight when they were provoked by other prisoners. Instead, they silently endured and let the other prisoners laugh and push them. They didn't resist at all, as if they wanted to dry their own saliva.

All of this couldn't escape the eyes of those who were observant.

In the spacious study room between the towering buildings, the blood-colored moonlight shone through the window and dyed nie biliu's white robe Crimson.

He was sitting behind his desk, writing and reviewing official documents.

In a moment, footsteps could be heard from outside the door, and Sihong Miaoli's voice could be heard, " "Chief, what's the matter?"

"Come in and talk." Nie biliu ordered. After he pushed the door open and stood in front of the desk, he put down his brush and said slowly, " I've seen your performance these past few days. You've done well! &Quot;

&Quot; the position of the 'yellow' District Deputy commander has been vacant for a long time. If it's convenient for Junior Sister Song, I would like to let you take up the position. &Quot;

"From now on, the entire 'yellow' district's execution will be arranged by you, Junior Sister."

"I wonder what Junior Sister thinks?"