Knife after knife
One hundred knives to cut off the hidden spiritual source finally cracked a gap, and I don’t know how long it will take to break a civilized spiritual vein.
Taotao silently counts 250 knives, 251 knives and 252 knives in his mind …
Is this person misunderstood the word "some pain" by this evil spirit?
Where is the word "some" in this pain? When he cut to 566 knives, Taotao couldn’t hold back and wanted to go back on his word. Every knife was heavier and more painful than one knife. By this time, the pain was beyond her endurance.
When the pain of the soul reaches its peak, the tears in the dream overflow uncontrollably.
Although she really wants a spiritual pulse, it is not worthwhile to exchange it for such pain.
Is this a person who can bear pain?
I heard that the bell ringer in the early generation of Chaotian Tomb once had a hidden spirit planted a vein. That hidden spirit didn’t endure such pain in the same way, did it?
Not necessarily, not necessarily. It’s just saying
Taotao thought that no one in this world could bear such pain, not even a god.
When the knife didn’t fall again, she felt a force attached to her body-gently and tenderly wrapped her and wrapped her pain.
The five hundred and sixty-seventh knife was suddenly cut, and the power of this knife was almost doubled.
Without that force to protect her, she would pass out in pain.
599, 600 … 661, 662 …
Although Taotao can’t feel the pain, she can feel the strength in every knife. Even if she is not weak, she can’t cut a knife with such strength, and each knife is heavier than the other. Obviously, he left his hand with those knives that just split on her.
But if the pain doesn’t fall on her, who is suffering?
….. six hundred and sixty-four, six hundred and sixty-five and six hundred and sixty-six.
The last knife crashing to cut the hidden spirit source was abruptly split in half.
Most of it is still a small source, while the other half floats behind peaches like a narrow vein.
Taotao has seen some spiritual veins without attributes. Her spiritual veins are white, but those she has seen before are all different, not mixed white or milky white, but a clean white without any impurities.
Taotao gently touched the snow-white pulse. "Is this … my pulse?"
Her body fell back into a dream from emptiness, and the dust in Asura Hainan Palace was much paler in front of her than before.
Taotao "Are you all right?"
Nangong Chen shook his head. Taotao didn’t believe it. He looked very weak, as if he was going to faint for a moment.
It’s a bit painful to be a man, but I always get what I want, so she asked, "Do you want to drink my blood?"
Nangong Chen smiled, although the hood covered most of his face, but it didn’t affect Taotao, who thought his smile was beautiful.
"your way of thank evil spirits is to invite them to taste your blood?"
"I’m not like this to all evil spirits."
Nangong Chen said, "Do you want to make your feet boil in the Sea of Asura by releasing Tibetan spirit and body blood here?"
Taotao Leng Leng "Asura Sea? Am I not in a maze? "
She looked down and found herself at the age of seven, so she finally understood that "this is a dream"
Just now, everything was a dream. In the dream, she returned to the age of seven. In the dream, poison came here. In the dream, her heart was replaced by a man. In the dream, her heart was cut down by 666 knives and a spiritual pulse was planted.
But this is a dream, even if the pain is realistic, it is not reality. Will her pulse still be there when she wakes up?
Seems to see what she thinks, Nangong Dust faintly said, "I wonder if Zhou Meng Hu Die Hu Die Meng Zhou?"
Taotao honestly said "I don’t understand"
Nangong Dust "Real Dream"? Even Zhuang Zhou can tell the truth, and you know that you are really dreaming? "
Nangong dust waved his robe and turned into a huge mirror.
Seeing the scene in the mirror through the sea peach is exactly what they have been waiting for. The wind and Cui Xuanyi are still immersed in the demons and are looking at their dreams with memories.
Nangong dust "rest the soil and try your pulse"
"What are you talking about?" Taotao looked at him like a fool. "It is as big as a door panel. I am a spiritual teacher or an attribute. I can’t beat it if I practice for three generations."
"The fallow soil was originally a fetish, because it was contaminated by this maze of blood and anger and fell into its own demons. The fallow soil did not disappear, but was forcibly suppressed by it. You don’t need to defeat it. You need other bodies to break a path."
"But I …"
"If even the only spiritual master in the world can purify its filth, then there will be no one in the world."
"Sacred purification …" So her spirit pulse is not an attribute but a sacred purification?
Taotao remembered the element that Lin Quan shot into her body at Lingjiaofang. She turned to ask, "Who the hell are you?"
She crashed into the Nangong dust chest. The man knelt at the age of seven. Behind her, he saw his chest burning flesh and blood and boiling magma through his loose collar.
Nangong Chen didn’t answer. He pulled the neckline and held the peach hand. "Everything is illusory. It’s not that powerful. You project your fear of the unknown into its physical and mental fear. Then the worm will turn into a demon."
He drew her finger to make a pen, and made a stroke by stroke.
"Keep your mind on the right path, see the true self, and turn to the holy purification at will. The strongest spiritual attribute is that it is the destiny of the mortal god to fear you at this moment because of the power of God."
Taotao felt that the psychic force in the middle of her veins had been drawn out at this moment, and at the same time, a stronger force was attached to her.
A man’s voice is so gentle that it’s like a Sanskrit voice.
But she felt that he was more like a demagogue, and there was nothing left in her mind at the moment except his words.
The seal is completed, and it exudes a sacred and purified white light.
The nangongshan dust lift peach fingertips in the middle of the print gently "go-"
The seal flew to the world in the mirror and landed in the rest land.
In a moment, smoke and black fog came out of the soil, and the soil fell apart.
His eyes are full of surprise and disbelief, and he looks at the peach heart magic land that has lost its picture.
Chapter 68 Chapter 68
In front of this teenager, all the geniuses in Chaos Tomb are eclipsed.
When Taotao wakes up from the nightmare, the land has been turned upside down.
The arrogant soil rolled around the high platform in pain, and the smoke was everywhere, and the original stinking smell was gradually dissipating.
The wind and Cui Xuan also woke up, but how Taotao looked around and didn’t see the man in the dream.
Is it a dream? She meditated and found that somewhere in the body really changed, and the spiritual force driven by the former, though deep, began to flow.