God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 690 Nine Needle Theory

What do they disdain?

Isn't it because Yue Qingcheng thinks that even if Yue Qingcheng can control their Yuanli and prevent them from committing suicide, they will never know the secrets of dark warriors from them?

"I didn't let Ji Nanchang try some methods, or you can give it a try."

Yue Qingcheng looked at them calmly.

The strength of Momen, who had lost so many people, was severely damaged and could no longer pose a major threat to her. Her mood improved, and she was naturally more patient in doing things.

"It's just that I haven't used it for a long time, and the technique is a little rusty. If it hurts, just shout."

Those few dark warriors still disdain.

They became dark warriors halfway, and the torment they suffered during the transformation of Yuanli must be the most painful in the world.

What means does this unbelievably beautiful girl make them miserable?

Go home and play in the mud!

Yue Qingcheng walked towards the warrior on the far right, "Then, let's start with you."

Hands on his shoulders.

"hiss……"

But all of a sudden, the man gasped, and sweat dripped from his pale face.

That is to say, he can't speak now, otherwise he must ask Yue Qingcheng loudly why he can extract his Yuanli!

"It's just the beginning, can't you bear it?"

Yue Qingcheng smiled bloodthirsty.

Then, there were nine more long needles in her hand.

The long needles of traditional Chinese medicine are taken from Qi needles used for sewing clothes, but they are much thinner than Qi needles.

"There is a saying in "Nine Needles Theory" that "eight winds hurt people, and the inner house is between the joints of the bone and spine". The long needles penetrate subcutaneously from the eight major joints and the lower back, without directly targeting the muscles."

Yue Qingcheng's soft, indifferent tone made people feel even more cruel.

"But it's not treating a disease now, so this long needle has to pierce through your eight major joints and subcutaneously in your lower back..."

Those dark warriors showed horror.

They all knew that Yue Qingcheng said this on purpose, playing a psychological tactic, but even so they couldn't help trembling.

"Then I'll start."

Yue Qingcheng's eyes swept across their faces, and the long needle in his hand was full of vitality.

Long needle, pierced.

The man nearly fainted from the pain.

Even if he couldn't cry out or speak, he could tell how much pain he was in from his pale face as if he had been ill for a long time, and his body that was constantly twitching.

"This is just the first one."

Yue Qingcheng shook her head and continued to prick the needle.

Ji Chang'an had just completed his mental preparation, and walked over quietly. When he got closer and saw Yue Qingcheng torturing these people, he stopped involuntarily.

Her movements are skilled, even elegant.

She is beautiful.

If these people can't call out, the scene will not look so bloody.

But I always feel a cool air floating around, which makes people shudder.

He imagined these long needles being inserted into the body, it must be unbearable.

second root.

third root.

……

eighth root.

The man couldn't take it anymore, white foam mixed with blood flowed out from the corner of his lips.

"There is a ninth one, which is also the last one. I don't know what will happen... But, you can't die."

Sometimes, death is the only release.

Yue Qingcheng looked at the warrior indifferently, standing behind him, piercing the silver needle against the skin.

"Ah!!! Kill me! Kill me!! Please kill me!!! What do you want to know, I will tell you everything, please kill me!"

The effect of the little silver needle sealing the acupuncture point disappeared, and the man cried out, begging Yue Qingcheng bitterly.

"late."

(End of this chapter)