A huge suction force came from the grinding disc, Zhang Xiaofeng only felt that his body was weightless for a while, and when he returned to normal, the whole person was already on the grinding disc.

The grinding disc is really big, especially when you stand on it, you can get a bird's-eye view of almost the entire space.

Although the whole space is empty.

A thick wooden stake on his head, like an optimus pillar in the center of the Heavenly Court's Lingxiao Hall, began to slowly rotate at this moment, under Zhang Xiaofeng's gaze.

There are two layers of grinding discs, and Zhang Xiaofeng is on the second layer, that is, the lower layer.

As the thick stake turned, Zhang Xiaofeng watched as the big stone on the upper floor twisted towards him.

Zhang Xiaofeng subconsciously ran around, but was surprised to find that his feet seemed to be fixed here, and it was so difficult to even take a step.

Seeing that the grinding disc was getting closer and closer, Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes also had a somewhat anxious look.

This big grinding disc can indeed be regarded as covering the sky and the sun, if it is really crushed, it is not difficult to imagine what his fate will be.

The grinding disc was approaching, and the speed was not fast, but as the stones turned, Zhang Xiaofeng could feel a force that almost made him tremble.

It's hard to describe, but it almost makes Zhang Xiaofeng at this moment have the slightest idea of wanting to challenge his might.

After all, in the face of absolute strength, all means are in vain.

The stone finally arrived in front of Zhang Xiaofeng, closer, closer and closer.

Until a certain moment, the grinding disc crushed towards Zhang Xiaofeng's body without the slightest delay.

I only felt a sharp pain that was heart-rending, and Zhang Xiaofeng's consciousness gradually became blurred, but it did not affect the grinding disc in the slightest to rush towards him.

It was as if I had been crushed by a mountain, and it seemed that it became difficult to breathe.

Zhang Xiaofeng opened his eyes as much as he could to look ahead, but he could only see that it was pitch black, and there was no light at all.

Bursts of almost suffocating pressure accompanied by a sharp pain that tore the soul tormented Zhang Xiaofeng's nerves in this space where there was no sound except for the clicking sound of the grinding disc turning.

Consciousness is getting weaker and weaker.

Zhang Xiaofeng seemed to be able to feel that his soul was gradually being torn apart, and then there was this mysterious force to protect his broken soul from scattering, and then crush it again, crushing the soul that had been torn to pieces into smaller units.

The pain continued, and Zhang Xiaofeng's whole body trembled.

At a certain moment, in addition to the pain, Zhang Xiaofeng seemed to feel his own incompleteness.

That feeling is very peculiar, Zhang Xiaofeng doesn't know how to describe it, but he subconsciously perceives that he seems to be missing something, but he can't say what is missing.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofeng seemed to be living in a subtle secret realm, his consciousness tended to be calm, it seemed that although the soul could be dispersed, the pain of the soul being crushed had not been transmitted to Zhang Xiaofeng's body at all, and it could be perceived very clearly.

Until a certain moment, Zhang Xiaofeng seemed to feel that the power that bound him seemed to be gradually weakening.

He forced himself to open his eyes, only to feel that the darkness in front of him seemed to be dissipating little by little, and the originally dark world seemed to be gradually injected with light.

The pain on his body has not diminished in the slightest.

Zhang Xiaofeng sighed, but he was also a little relieved.

The turntable was still rotating, slowly turning away from Zhang Xiaofeng's position, and the sudden disappearance of pain and sudden ease on his body made Zhang Xiaofeng almost lose his strength.

He had lost the vitality of the place he had entered, and fell silently to the ground, his eyes fixed on the stake that was gradually moving away from him.

Unusual vicissitudes.

At first glance, there is a feeling that this millstone has been spinning for thousands of years.

Zhang Xiaofeng didn't know about those things at the moment, but such a thought flashed in his mind, and he emptied his mind again.

There was a Tai Chi pattern printed on his head, a small one, but at this moment it emitted a violent light, but he didn't notice it at all, still lying quietly on the grinding plate, thinking about how to leave this place.

I suddenly remembered the words of the young man that day, that is, the man who slashed himself with a sword.

"Who am I?"

"The dying man. ”

Zhang Xiaofeng really didn't have the slightest impression of this person, but listening to his tone, he seemed to be full of hostility towards himself.

It was at that moment that Zhang Xiaofeng knew that he had definitely lost something.

And it seems to be something extremely precious to oneself.

But no matter what, I can't think of it even if I want to break my head.

His mind fluctuated strongly with this thought, causing his soul to condense into a somewhat unstable appearance at the moment, especially after being crushed by the grinding disc and almost torn to pieces.

He quickly calmed down.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed that Zhang Xiaofeng had just felt that his situation had improved a little.

The slowly rotating wooden stake approached Zhang Xiaofeng again, and carried an irresistible might.

Zhang Xiaofeng's body was fixed again.

At that moment, a burst of despair actually arose in Zhang Xiaofeng's heart.

The millstone still did not lag in the slightest, at this moment it was like an unusually fair, emotionless god who maintained the order of this heaven and earth, day after day, year after year, turning and running according to its own rules, not caring about the emotions of others, and not minding how many souls he would create.

The grinding disc pressed towards Zhang Xiaofeng's body again.

It's still the heart-rending pain.

Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes became dark again, but this time, he could vaguely see a little light, which was initiated from the small Taiji diagram on Zhang Xiaofeng's head, but unfortunately Zhang Xiaofeng didn't know, he didn't even know that there was a Taiji diagram on his head.

But at this moment, this did give Zhang Xiaofeng some comfort.

The grinding disc turned, and the sound of two stones rubbing against each other gave people an unusually thick feeling, but at this moment, in Zhang Xiaofeng's ears, it symbolized the pain.

The soul was torn apart again, and Zhang Xiaofeng's face was bruised, but he didn't make a shouting sound after all.

He didn't know why, but he just followed his heart.

A burst of suffocation, a stream of pain, on top of Zhang Xiaofeng's soul, fiercely tore at the few endurances that Zhang Xiaofeng had left.

Fortunately, just before Zhang Xiaofeng was about to collapse, the restraints on his body disappeared again, and the pain was slowly alleviated.

Survived another round.

Zhang Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

But then it tightened again.

The unknown is the most terrifying, Zhang Xiaofeng didn't dare to think about how long he would have to stay in this kind of place, let alone how many times he had to endure that almost desperate pain.

"Who am I?"

"The dying man. ”

These two sentences kept replaying in Zhang Xiaofeng's mind.

But he didn't realize what he had done to get to such a situation.

The pain in his heart was infinitely magnified, and Zhang Xiaofeng tried his best to think of something.

But in the end, it turned out to be nothing more than a futile effort.

With a faint sigh, Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes closed again, waiting for the next grinding wheel to turn in front of him.

The endless torture made Zhang Xiaofeng's state of mind like a pool of stagnant water.

The pain again and again, the torment like soul tearing again and again, and this endless fear, all made Zhang Xiaofeng's soul and fighting spirit gradually lost on the grinding plate.

It is truly a place of despair.

No matter how strong your psychological endurance is, in the pain of your soul being torn apart again and again, under the invasion of absolute darkness again and again, in the boundless and endless space, that despair will gradually crush your will, until there is no armor left.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Xiaofeng's soul was still intact, not completely torn to pieces and then dissipated into heaven and earth.

But this is also because of the mysterious power on the grinding plate, every time Zhang Xiaofeng's soul is about to dissipate, there will always be a powerful power coming down the grinding plate, like a big hand, forcibly pinching his broken soul together again.

Here, you don't even have the qualifications to die.

The millstone is like a supreme tyrant in this space, as if he wants to torment you for eternity, eternity.

Zhang Xiaofeng lay quietly on the grinding plate, his eyes becoming empty again.

Perhaps because of the loss of a soul, although Zhang Xiaofeng at this moment is not crazy and stupid, he is almost like Zhang Xiaofeng before.

It can be seen that the sect master of the Drizzle Sect really hates Zhang Xiaofeng.

He didn't crush Zhang Xiaofeng's soul and take his life, nor did he destroy Zhang Xiaofeng's soul to make him stupid like his own daughter, but in the end he destroyed Zhang Xiaofeng's seemingly inconsequential soul, once this soul was destroyed, he completely lost the possibility of becoming an immortal, and could only be an ordinary person.

This is even more unacceptable to any immortal cultivator than taking away his name.

But at this moment, Zhang Xiaofeng doesn't seem to understand these things at all.

With the shattering of his soul, Zhang Xiaofeng has completely lost his memory of cultivation, and he can't even remember who he is now.

A wave of sadness spread through his mind.

But at this moment, the sound of the two grinding discs rubbing against each other suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the approaching wooden stake, and sure enough, he saw the wooden stake stop.

Zhang Xiaofeng forcibly sat up with the pain on his body as if he had pressed a mountain, moved his muscles and bones, and the next moment, a strong repulsive force violently threw Zhang Xiaofeng on the grinding plate out of the space.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Xiaofeng was already in prison.

The soul returned to the body, and the pain in the soul instantly spread throughout the body, Zhang Xiaofeng silently leaned on the corner of the wall, enduring the pain on his body alone.

There were more voices in the prison.

It was a moan.

Coming from all directions.

It is the one who has been tortured by the millstone again.

They are still alive, but everyone is so hopeful that they can die happily in prison, this kind of day, they really can't bear it anymore.

Zhang Xiaofeng listened for a moment, only to feel depressed in his heart.

The people here have even been carefully controlled to moan and breathe, for fear of offending the local caretaker somewhere, and thus being punished to experience the pain of their souls being crushed by the millstone again.

Zhang Xiaofeng ignored them anymore, leaned against the wall, squinted his eyes, and thought of a lot of things in his head, those questions that he couldn't find answers for a while.

The darkness and day in the prison do not seem to be very clear.

If it is a sunny day, Zhang Xiaofeng can also judge the black sky or day from the light in the prison to calculate the day.

But it seems to be cloudy these days, and the light in the prison is always in an unusually dim state.

So Zhang Xiaofeng doesn't know how long it has been.

Until this day, Zhang Xiaofeng, who closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly felt a suction force again.

My heart sank.

When I opened my eyes, I had already appeared in the mysterious space last time, and a huge millstone between heaven and earth stood there quietly, as if waiting for Zhang Xiaofeng's arrival.

A suction force violently pushed Zhang Xiaofeng in the distance onto the grinding plate.

Zhang Xiaofeng is much calmer than last time.

He silently looked around, but didn't see anyone else.

Where are the rest of the people in prison?

On the back of the grinding disc?

Zhang Xiaofeng thought in his heart, and it was at this moment that the wooden stake on the grinding disc slowly turned again.

This time the speed seemed to be a little faster than last time, and Zhang Xiaofeng observed very carefully.

When the wooden stake came to the ground in front of him, Zhang Xiaofeng gritted his teeth, and the green tendons on his head burst out.

Trying not to blur my consciousness was in vain.

When the grinding disc crushed against his soul, the pain still instantly put Zhang Xiaofeng on the verge of death.

The feeling was very subtle, as if I was in another space at the moment, a feeling of weightlessness from head to toe, the pain in my body was still obvious, and I could even feel the whole process of the grinding disc crushing my soul into pieces.

But Zhang Xiaofeng had no way to do it, so he could only passively endure this inhuman torture.

Fortunately, he knew one thing, and the despair in his heart was finally alleviated a little, that is, there was still an end to this torture.

Crushed again and again, Zhang Xiaofeng felt that he was constantly jumping at both ends of the threshold of life and death.

Every time the soul is about to be scattered, there will be a great force, like pinching soil, gathering Zhang Xiaofeng's broken soul together again, and then gluing it together again.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Xiaofeng finally waited for the moment when the stake stopped again.

He took a deep breath, waiting for the mysterious power on the millstone to push him out, just like last time.

It's a pity that Zhang Xiaofeng really can't sit up, every time he moves his fingers and blinks his eyes, the feeling as if he has been bombarded by a huge electric current spreads all over his body, and it seems that every particle in his soul is screaming and hurting.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Xiaofeng was still on the grinding plate.

He opened his eyes suspiciously, but suddenly found that it seemed to be his own brain glowing, the light was not dazzling, but in this realm where he could only barely see the scene in the space, this sudden halo was still obvious.

Before Zhang Xiaofeng could react, he saw a huge Taiji diagram suddenly mapped from his head to the front, and finally imprinted firmly on this grinding plate.

The next moment, a huge impact instantly knocked Zhang Xiaofeng's soul out, and then slowly decomposed.

Zhang Xiaofeng was at the core of this impact, and the damage he received was indeed the greatest.

But just after his soul was torn to pieces and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The Taiji Diagram suddenly flickered with a halo of light, and it actually forcibly gathered the soul that had already dissipated again.

Zhang Xiaofeng reappeared in the space again, but was sent to a distant place by the light generated by Tai Chi.

In the distance, Zhang Xiaofeng found that the whole body of the grinding disc was also flashing with a black halo.

Taijitu is firmly imprinted on the grinding plate, and the two sides seem to be in a stalemate, and they seem to be facing each other.

Far away, Zhang Xiaofeng could still feel the violent fluctuations in the place where the grinding disc was located, which made people's hearts palpitate.

Suddenly, there was another earth-shattering fluctuation, and the grinding disc in front of him actually shattered in an instant, and the two large stones were suddenly blasted into countless broken small stones, and then scattered to the ground.

The Taiji diagram occupied the original position of the grinding plate, flickered a few times, and then dimmed again, and finally flew straight towards Zhang Xiaofeng's land and disappeared into Zhang Xiaofeng's body.

Before he could think about what was going on, Zhang Xiaofeng had already been sent out of the space, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he had actually returned to the prison again.

Zhang Xiaofeng subconsciously touched his forehead, but he didn't touch anything.

The scene just now kept flashing in Zhang Xiaofeng's mind.

In his eyes, the grinding disc was like the master of heaven and earth, and it was destroyed so easily?

What exactly is that Taiji diagram?

Why did you end up in your own body?

Zhang Xiaofeng finally stopped worrying about who he was and why he was here, but the questions he was thinking about now were more irritating than before.

I don't have a clue.

There were still those weak moans in the prison, but no one was surprised in any way, as if only they had noticed the scene just now.

Zhang Xiaofeng leaned against the corner, and the pain on his body seemed to have weakened a little at the moment.

Because the scene just now was too shocking.

He took a deep breath and looked up again, only to find a person standing at the door.

Looking at the man's face, it was the man who had come to see him that day and cut off his two swords.

"What are you thinking?" he asked calmly, in a light tone, and there was nothing superfluous anymore.

Zhang Xiaofeng just shook his head.

"Can't you remember anything from before?" the man asked, after a moment's consideration.

Zhang Xiaofeng looked at the man and sighed.

"Yes......"