Shifang was still circulating in an endless nightmare, a long, long dream, like an endless abyss, tugging at his thoughts and consciousness, gradually blurring, blurring. The ups and downs of the mind are overwhelmed, and under the sadness, the soul is gradually unstable, and there is a possibility of collapse at any time in the unhurried flow of time. He, after all, was nothing more than a teenager under the age of fifteen.

In the depths of his consciousness, a seductive voice gradually turned from light to heavy, bewitching his mind: give up, give up, give up and be very comfortable.

Shifang's smooth head was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face was pale like a soul crawling out of the Nine Secluded Lands, he had been persistent, and in the midst of all kinds of tragedies, he had long forgotten why he insisted, and only had a vague concept in the dark: I can't give up.

On the verge of collapse, Bu Tianque, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly emitted a silvery-white warm light, allowing Shifang's consciousness on the verge of shattering to find the lighthouse in the vast cause and effect, a quarter of an hour later, Shifang opened his eyes, looking at the familiar stone room, he smiled, his face was full of tears and beads of sweat to witness what kind of predicament he encountered, once he woke up, his will will will be even stronger, from his calm eyes and wanton laughter can be seen.

"Lao Tzu is hungry, what the hell does he have to eat?" Shifang opened his mouth and shouted, only to realize that his voice was already hoarse. Under repeated torture, not only the soul, but also the body looked a little unbearable.

The severed hand was stunned, the original spirit of the ten directions was fluctuating, and there was a possibility of dissipating at any time, in his dream, the consciousness of the self gradually blurred, and he could completely reshape his life quietly, turn him into an ordinary person, let him live peacefully for decades, and then die peacefully. This ignorance dies, naturally and quietly, and then leaves this nice body, but it's a pity......

How can it be so easy for a person with the blessing mantra of Great Virtue to surrender, but now that only one day has passed, you have escaped this catastrophe, I really don't know if it is a blessing or a curse, after all, my means have just been used. It was only a moment before the severed hand laughed again, for this body itself is bound to win, sooner or later it is his own thing, how can he treat it badly?

In the swirling black gas, a black skull ring loomed, wearing on the middle finger of the severed hand that was shaped like dry bones, at this time the black light flashed, and a lot of spiritual objects were placed in front of Shifang's body.

Mo Lian Lianshi, a four-grade monster, is quite effective for refining the body, the severed hand was actually used to satisfy one's hunger, as well as the four-grade Qinglan fruit and many other spiritual things, seeing these, where would Shifang be polite, now the only means of revenge for this severed hand is to eat, take a big bite of the cow to eat the peony, it is best to make it feel distressed, by the way, it has no heart, it is enough to make its hands hurt.

After a long time, Shifang looked at the severed hand in front of him with a full hiccups, what did it want? Is his soul really that important to him? No, with the terrible scene experienced in the dream, Shifang clearly knew that his soul would be scattered if he was not careful, and he would never be reincarnated. So what is left of you except your soul? Own body? Could it be that this severed hand is plotting against his own body? He had just eaten a full heart, and a chill suddenly appeared in his heart. A severed hand has such a demonic flame, then its identity should be such a powerful existence, this kind of person certainly cherishes face more, if it is born, how can it be willing to be the identity of a severed hand. Shi Fang smiled bitterly, and guessed the purpose of the severed hand, it is now not stingy with these body refining spiritual objects, thinking that it is inevitable for its own body, what should it do?

The spiritual power surged out from the dantian, even with a hint of tyranny, Shifang knew that it was because the spiritual objects of the demon world themselves carried a trace of demonic energy, and it was not difficult to refine these demonic qi, not to mention that he was a Buddhist cultivator. Don't think about it anymore at the moment, sit cross-legged, and "King Kong Mingji" will naturally work.

The spiritual power had just been running for two weeks, and Shifang's heart suddenly moved, and he walked out of the cultivation state, and the Great Virtue Blessing Mantra was mainly aimed at those life-threatening calamities, but it could not stop the crushing of the pure realm.

When he opened his eyes, he was sitting in a void, the sky was sparsely lit, and a gentle and light music was wrapped around him, after the invasion of that endless nightmare, Shifang was now full of vigilance, speculating about what would await him next? The music is very beautiful, like a heavenly sound, but at this moment, Shifang did not dare to relax a little, reciting "Lenga Zen Song" in his mouth, but he could not cut off the pervasive pure joy song, Shifang closed his eyes, but in the spiritual world, everything in front of him was still imposed on his mind, and he could not refuse.

At this moment, the music suddenly became cheerful, even a little frivolous, and the night sky also became a grassland with green grass and a warm sun, and there was a new green image everywhere.

A few pieces of black light yarn caressed Shifang's bald head at some point, making him feel a little itchy, Shifang raised his head, but saw seven graceful women in black light veil, their graceful and delicate soft figures, rippling with endless charm, between the light dance of the tulle, the looming large white is extraordinarily dazzling, and the resentment transmitted between the eyebrows must be able to melt the heart of any normal man, as they float from far and near, a refreshing fragrance ripples......

The corners of Shifang's mouth curved up in a good-looking arc, and the heart he was carrying finally let go, this, hehe, it's not too scary.

The severed hand was quietly observing not far from him, although he was a little monk, but he actually had a woman in his heart, since that was the case, it would be easy to do, although his heavenly demon dance was not as good as the real heavenly demon, but to deal with a little monk who was just beginning to fall in love, he would definitely be caught. It looked at the seven witches who were trying their best to tease, and its heart was on fire, it must have a body, and it was not far away, wasn't it?

With a broken hand and an appreciative attitude, he slowly watched the kung fu of a stick of incense, and he was a little addicted, and the magic dance was really extraordinary; But when it came back to its senses and looked at the ten directions, it was suddenly shocked in its heart, the little monk was breathing steadily, and the peace in his eyes was like a pool of stagnant water, how could this be? But the curvature of the corners of his mouth clearly showed that he was mocking himself, yes, he was despised by a little monk in the Peiyuan Realm, and the black qi was churning......

Shifang looked at the seven witches in front of him with appreciative eyes, and secretly commented in his heart, this is good, the wave is called a turbulence, that is not bad, the small willow waist is like a willow swinging in the wind, well, overall, I still see the past. But looking at it, the sequelae of Danxia Sect's Cui Xintan appeared, seven strange skeletons dressed in black gauze scratched their heads and gestured, how awkward and awkward, the smile at the corner of Shifang's mouth gradually transformed into a bitter smile, there was no trace of nostalgia in his eyes, he sat cross-legged with a trace of understanding, his hand knotted the magic seal, and recited the "Lotus Sutra": The reality of all laws is wonderful out of nothing.

Unsettled, the scene changed again, Shifang opened his eyes, but found that he had come to a Senluo Palace, fortunately, his spiritual platform was clear, knowing that this was just a soul experience, he knelt on the ground, his hands were escorted, and when he looked back, he already had a trace of clarity in his heart, bull head and horse face? Didn't you come to the so-called hell?

On the first seat of the Senluo Palace, there was a majestic person with a black face and a thick beard, looking like that, his body was full of evil energy, even if Shifang was clearly in the illusion, he still felt a chill.

"Xingxu, are you guilty?" The voice was heavy and majestic.

"The little monk doesn't know." Shifang said cooperatively, and there was even a hint of novelty in his heart, could this be the Yama Palace.

"Filial piety comes first, when you are young, you shave your hair, don't you know that your body is skinned, and your parents dare not destroy it, and the beginning of filial piety?" King Yama's voice was thick and even tinged with a hint of Ling Ran.

"Standing up and doing the right thing, purifying all sentient beings, isn't this accumulating virtue for parents?" Ten square color road.

"Then what your parents did during their lifetime, did you fulfill your filial piety?" King Yama continued to ask.

"A seven-year-old child, who has never known the world, how can he know too much?" Shifang's heart was full of bitterness.

King Yama pursed his lips: "Then your parents died because of you?" ”

A sense of misery arose in his heart, and Shifang was about to speak, but the king of Yama shouted: "The shaft still can't quibble, and the clever words make the color, and the tongue will be pulled out at the moment." With that, he threw down a sign.

The bull head and horse face were ordered, and no matter how the ten sides struggled, they still took him down.

The first layer of the eighteenth layer of hell, the tongue pulling hell, tied people behind the stone pillars, and pulled out the tongue with pliers, Shifang was a little frightened in his heart, and comforted himself loudly: "This is an illusion!" It's a fantasy! ”

The bull head and horse face looked at Shifang with an idiot expression, and the tongs took Shifang's tongue, slowly stretching it, the lingering pain was like silk, making people not calm at all, Shifang was still secretly reminding himself in his heart: This is an illusion, this is an illusion, but the pain is so real......

Without a tongue, Shifang watched all kinds of crimes inflicted on his body, and then he traveled to the eighteen layers of hell, and all kinds of criminal laws were applied all over his body, and the torment and pain gradually dominated his world......

Fortunately, whenever he really wants to give up, Bu Tianque will always appear at the right time, wake up his gradually blurred spiritual platform, and let himself appreciate the taste of various criminal laws more clearly.

The severed hand was gradually shocked by the tenacity of the ten directions, how could a teenager bear so much suffering, three months, no matter how turbulent and disordered his soul was, but he would always repent at the last moment, and then silently bear this inhuman pain, his soul, not only did not die under his own destruction, but under the pressure of various adversities, it showed a strong rebound, and became more and more tenacious......

Deep in his heart, the severed hand suddenly had a trace of impulse to completely destroy the ten directions.