Song Yanqing has faced this group of demons since he was a child, and no matter how ugly he has been watching them for so many years, they can endure it even if they are a little disgusting.

Song Yanqing didn't know what it would be like to take his soul, but it must have been uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes and remembered what had happened before.

Qiao Jin's words just now were definitely not for no reason.

While he was thinking, a pain suddenly came out of his heart that made him unspeakable.

He snorted, and his body slammed backwards, his spine hitting the wall in sharp pain.

However, this is not comparable to the sudden pain.

He felt as if something was being forcibly stripped away, and he couldn't feel the real source of the pain all over his body.

It's like being torn apart, something, trying to tear itself to pieces bit by bit.

The handsome face suddenly turned extremely pale, and thin sweat seeped out.

The sharp pain from the soul being pulled is extreme, and that kind of pain cannot be described in words, perhaps if it were an ordinary person, it would have been wailing in pain.

Song Yanqing just pursed his lips, but his fingers were tightly grasped on the wall behind him, the wall stone was not completely done, he was deeply pinched by his fingers, and the dust puffed down, but at this time Song Yanqing didn't care about getting dirty.

Not only did it hurt, but his head also began to sink down.

It was as if with that pull, his consciousness was pulled out again.

This is an unbearable ordeal for ordinary people.

Despite the pain, his eyes looked at the demon, still shining brightly, like the most beautiful light in the world.

He couldn't hear the demons' laughter, but through the hideous smiles on their faces, he could probably imagine how happy they were at this moment.

He even saw a demon grab its claws into his body, obviously disembodied, as if it had been pierced, and he felt a cold that penetrated into his bone marrow.

The cold made his teeth chatter, and he could feel himself getting weaker and weaker.

This weakness is not the weakness of the body itself, but the depression of consciousness.

It all seems to be a long time, but in fact it only happened for a dozen seconds, because of the pain, time always feels extraordinarily long.

"You have to ...... with your own faith"

"I won't save you......"

Song Yanqing's chaotic consciousness kept thinking about Qiao Jin's words.

Qiao Jin will not save him, his soul is dragged into the Rakshasa realm, and he can't save it if he wants to.

At least he deduced the information.

He didn't know how firm Qiao Jin's belief was, but he really thought in his mind that he couldn't die here.

Sometimes, there are thoughts that you can't control.

After feeling his consciousness being stripped away, the thoughts in his head became tense.

He is the proud son of the Song family, even if his body is extremely weak due to being replaced, he has always shown his perfect side for so many years.

He had the brightest mind, never flinched in the face of problems, and even when he realized that he was at a complete disadvantage, his obsidian eyes remained calm and calm.

As his consciousness gradually peeled off, his vision gradually blurred.

He only saw that from beginning to end, the tallest demon had not moved, but only looked at him with that hideous look, and even had a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

This will make Song Yanqing unable to hold on, and finally move slowly.