I was clearly practicing martial arts, how did it become a magical power?

"Five days. It's too urgent."

"I can only get 100,000 young men for the high priest."

"The remaining 200,000 will be paid later. What do you think, high priest?"

The prince of Nanmang smiled.

The high priest's face became uncertain.

The prince of Nanmang clearly wanted to default on his debt and only wanted to give 100,000 young men.

But he didn't tear his face.

The main thing is that this Nanmang alien race still has value.

"I have to go back and discuss this with the leader first."

"I will give the prince a reply later."

The high priest said lightly.

"Then I will wait for the high priest's reply."

The prince of Nanmang, Wu Jinyuan, smiled.

The high priest seemed a little dissatisfied. He didn't even say hello and immediately got up and left the state government office.

"This other shore sect is really greedy."

"They still want 300,000 young men!"

Wu Jinyuan snorted coldly.

According to the inheritance of the Nanmang alien race, after Yongning Prefecture was captured, all the people would become slaves of the Nanmang tribe.

The people of the Other Shore Sect wanted to take away 300,000 people as soon as they opened their mouths, which was naturally impossible.

"The eldest prince is afraid that these monsters are making trouble behind the scenes."

An old woman holding a snake staff came out quietly.

"So I would like to trouble the elders to keep a close eye on them and prevent these guys from making any small moves."

Wu Jinyuan said seriously.

He was also worried about this.

After all, the cooperation between the two sides was not long, and they were just using each other.

"I naturally understand."

"Tomorrow, Leng Cang and the people from the Patrol Department will be executed."

"Does Wu Jinyuan want to come in person?"

The old woman with the snake staff asked softly.

Wu Jinyuan thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "I will personally supervise the execution tomorrow."

"In this way, the people of Yongningzhou City will be really afraid of us and dare not resist."

Wu Jinyuan did not intend to burn, kill, and loot after capturing the city, and then leave like his ancestors did.

He really intended to occupy Yongningzhou to develop the power of the Nanmang alien race.

In this way, population is very important.

"Understood." The old woman with the snake staff nodded and left quietly.

Wu Jinyuan was alone in the hall, talking to himself.

"This world is changing. My Nanmang tribe should also become the master of Kunshan Continent."

Wu Jinyuan's eyes flashed with ambition.

Great changes in the world are exactly what he has always wanted to see.

Not far away.

The underground prison of Yongning Prefecture.

The prison was dark and smelly, and screams were heard from time to time.

In the deepest cell.

Leng Cang, who was covered with wounds, leaned against the cold wall, breathing intermittently.

"Chief Leng, you have to hold on."

"Believe me, there will be help soon."

Zhao Xinmo was in the cell next to him, and saw Leng Cang like this, and whispered.

His magic power was imprisoned, and he couldn't even transmit his voice.

Leng Cang seemed to have heard what Zhao Xinmo said, and his head moved slightly.

But the movement was too slight, and even Zhao Xinmo couldn't tell whether it moved or not.

At this moment.

Several Nanmang aliens dragged a wounded Zhuxie man over.

Zhao Xinmo quietly returned to the corner.

After a while.

The cell opposite was opened, and the wounded Zhuxie man was thrown in savagely.

"Master Zhao, have you thought it through?"

"If you don't surrender, you will be executed tomorrow."

A Nanmang alien man came to Zhao Xinmo's cell and sneered.

As a spiritual master, Zhao Xinmo was still treated with some courtesy and was not tortured too severely.

He shook his head and said, "Of course I can surrender."

"But asking me to kill the people of the Patrol Sky Division is too much."

The Nanmang alien man said in a deep voice: "If not, how do we know if you are really surrendering?"

"Then there is no way. I can't do it."

Zhao Xinmo said lightly.

"Then you go to hell!"

The Nanmang alien man seemed to have lost patience with Zhao Xinmo, snorted coldly, and led his people away.

He regretted not torturing Zhao Xinmo these days.

Because this guy was always pulling, between surrendering and not surrendering, he was a little gentle.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xinmo still didn't know what was good for him.

"It's not certain who will die."

Zhao Xinmo sneered in his heart.

But he thought that he only had half a day left, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"Qin Yang, if you don't come again"

"Brother, I will really be killed."

Zhao Xinmo looked at the direction of Xingluo Haizhou and muttered to himself.

He knew that Qin Yang should be on his way back.

He might not be able to come back tomorrow, and he had no idea in his heart, so he could only wait for tomorrow.

The next day.

The people of Yongningzhou City were forced out to the execution ground in the suburbs.

Obviously, Wu Jinyuan wanted so many people in Yongningzhou City to see Leng Cang's head fall to the ground with their own eyes.

The scene of countless people gathering at the execution ground in the suburbs was really like an endless sea of ​​people.

But there was not much noise among so many people.

Most of these people were numb and had deep hatred in their hearts.

It was just because of the huge disparity in strength that they could only hide.

At the execution ground, Leng Cang and others were tied up, but no one knelt.

Many people from the Nanmang tribe surrounded the execution ground.

"The prince has arrived!"

Wu Jinyuan brought dozens of guards and deliberately squeezed through the crowd and walked into the execution ground.

Looking at the arrogant Wu Jinyuan, the people of Yongning Prefecture did not dare to look, nor did they want to look, so they could only lower their heads.

But Wu Jinyuan was very satisfied with this scene.

He felt that this was a sign of submission.

Soon.

Wu Jinyuan came to the execution ground.

Not only him.

Even the high priest of the Other Shore Church came.

He was talking to Leng Cang.

"Leng Cang, reveal Qin Yang's whereabouts."

"I'll let you die more easily."

The bald old man said in a deep voice.

Obviously, the Other Shore Church's hatred for Qin Yang was too deep.

Still thinking about seeking revenge on Qin Yang.

But Qin Yang disappeared for so long.

Everyone thought that only Leng Cang knew where Qin Yang was.

Once he died, Qin Yang might never find him.

And the revenge of the Other Shore Church could not be avenged naturally.

Leng Cang looked up at the bald old man, sneered, and said nothing.

"High Priest, please don't get angry."

"If Leng Cang wanted to say it, he would have said it long ago."

"After he is executed, you can use the secret technique to check his memory."

"I think you can find clues."

Wu Jinyuan knew what the bald old man was thinking and said lightly.

"The dead duck is still stubborn."

The bald old man glared at Leng Cang and walked down the execution platform.

Although he knew the secret technique of searching the soul.

But some warriors have already developed a secret method to completely destroy their memories before death to prevent their memories from being stolen.

So it is better to say it from the living.

It's a pity that Leng Cang is so stubborn, he can only use this trick, and hope that Leng Cang will not destroy the secret technique of memory.

Wu Jinyuan smiled slightly and sat in the shed that had been built long ago.

Time quietly came to noon.

"Execution!"

Wu Jinyuan said softly.

The execution of this Nanmang alien race is not as simple as beheading, but a snake bite type.

First, release a poisonous snake that can enhance pain perception, and inject its venom into Leng Cang and others.

Then, various poisonous snakes take turns to bite. (End of this chapter)