The light knife fell again, and blood splattered.

Chen Qianhua stared closely at the wounds on his body.

There is no difference between the second knife and the second knife that Fang has already experienced.

Then the third cut, the fourth cut......

A knife falls, perfectly repeating what happened before.

Chen Qianhua clearly knew where Yan Zhaoge's next knife would fall, how deep and long the knife would be, and even knew that when he drew the knife, Yan Zhaoge would flick his wrist extra this time.

Every next knife is like a reincarnation.

When everything was over, Chen Qianhua, who was covered in blood and flesh, was in a slight trance.

The wounds on his body disappeared again, and Yan Zhaoge's fingertips once again extended the light blade, standing calmly in front of him.

So, the third round began......

It seems like it never ends.

"Yan Zhao Ge!" Chen Qianhua suddenly roared.

"What?" Yan Zhaoge in front of him replied indifferently, and at the same time, a knife fell.

It is exactly the same experience as Chen Qianhua's memory.

It's just that this time it wasn't Yan Zhaoge who took action personally, the light blade was hanging in the air and acting autonomously.

The sequence of knives and the position of the trajectory are exactly the same as before.

So, it's a new reincarnation.

"Of course I don't have the heart to play here with you all the time. Yan Zhaoge said calmly: "But don't worry, I am using the methods of the Heavenly Book of Heaven, the Trapping Immortal Sword, and the Lingguang Flying Immortal Book to create the current situation. ”

"You should also feel that this is not a false illusion, but a constant regression and reset of time. ”

Yan Zhaoge looked down at Chen Qianhua and said coldly: "In this limited space, it is not difficult for me to create a short time rewind and suppress a cultivator who has been abolished. ”

"Otherwise, after you are abolished and cultivated, you will be punished by Ling Chi, and it is easy for you to lose too much blood and die directly. ”

Chen Qianhua was stabbed again and snorted miserably.

"I know that death is not terrible to you, and you don't care, but trust me, there are many things in this world that are more terrible than death. ”

Yan Zhaoge chuckled: "If you change it, maybe you crazy person will still feel fresh and interesting?"

The look on Chen Qianhua's face was not so much painful because of the injury, but as irritability and anxiety.

"Now, isn't it interesting?" The smile on Yan Zhaoge's face disappeared: "Now I'm here to talk nonsense to you, and you can play here by yourself later." ”

Chen Qianhua gritted his teeth, his body twisted and struggled, but he couldn't really move.

"I've thought of a lot of ways to clean you up before for a cheap bone like yours. Yan Zhao Ge said leisurely: "For example, I specially made a toilet bowl to seal you at the bottom, and endure the baptism of wind and rain in the world day and night. ”

"But then I thought, every time someone else comes, you will feel fresh and interesting, right? Am I going to clean you up or take care of you? Yan Zhaoge clenched his right hand into a fist and lightly pounded it in his left palm.

"But let's just take one person, and then I'll take a screenshot of the time as I do now, and let you repeat one person as a toilet forever, and the shape and size of the portion will be the same every time. ”

Yan Zhaoge looked at Chen Qianhua with a smile: "This method, or the current experience of Ling Chi, which one do you prefer?"

Although he was smiling, Yan Zhaoge's eyes were cold, and he didn't smile at all, and his gaze made Chen Qianhua feel burning.

"There's another way. Yan Zhaoge's tone was cold: "Seal your body to make it completely unable to move, and then take off your two eyeballs and tongue, but the sense of touch, hearing, and smell will be left for you." ”

"But rest assured, there won't be any sound or smell in your place. ”

"It's in this environment that you stay until the earth is desolate. Yan Zhaoge looked down at Chen Qianhua: "You love to play so much, you love to guess so much, do you want to guess how long you can last in such an environment?"

Chen Qianhua closed his eyes and didn't answer, his body trembled slightly, as if he was forcibly enduring something, and his anxiety was already overflowing.

Yan Zhaoge looked at him calmly and tilted his head slightly: "Look, I'm still very humane, after all, I still prepared a few different ways for you to play, so that you have the opportunity to change tricks, shouldn't you thank me? Let's talk about some basic politeness, okay?"

"You, you're very angry!" Chen Qianhua pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, as if laughing: "The reason why you are angry is because I ruined your good deeds, but you are helpless, right?"

He struggled to look up at Yan Zhaoge: "I've always regretted that you are instinctively an interesting person, but like most people, you are moved by joy and anger for something vulgar and unbearable. ”

Chen Qianhua laughed miserably: "You are torturing me now precisely because of your helplessness and anger in other things......

Yan Zhaoge looked at him and suddenly burst out laughing.

The blade of light always keeps falling.

Soon, it was another cycle.

Chen Qianhua panted like a trapped beast.

But he still struggled to look up at Yan Zhaoge.

"Don't feel so good about yourself. Yan Zhaoge shook his head with a smile: "If I am really angry to the point of losing my mind, I will directly slap you to death." ”

He glanced at Chen Qianhua with disdain: "You don't care about life and death? So what, what does it have to do with me? I don't care if you are afraid of death or not?"

"Slap you to death, I'm happy, who cares how you feel?"

Yan Zhaoge spread his hands: "If I'm worried about other things, how can I think of tricks to clean you up now?"

Chen Qianhua snorted, and another bloody arrow flew out from his body.

He knew all the details of what had happened, but he kept repeating it over and over again, which made him anxious and irritable to the point of going crazy.

And this nightmare, which seems to be infinitely reincarnated, seems to have no end.

But a new question arose in his heart, prompting him to ask with difficulty: "The demon of the earth is reborn and destroyed, can you bring the dead back to life?"

"Want to know what happened just now, want to know how I plan to solve this problem?" Yan Zhaoge lowered his head and looked at Chen Qianhua.

The two sides looked at each other, but Yan Zhaoge never said a word.

And Chen Qianhua's pain has always been accumulating in reincarnation, he gritted his teeth and supported it with difficulty.

After a long time, Yan Zhaoge suddenly smiled, word by word.

"No, sue, sue, you. ”

With that, he turned around and left directly, and disappeared without a trace.

Knowing that he might bring humiliation upon himself, Chen Qianhua's question was blurted out.

His heart compelled him to find something to distract him and help him fight his restlessness.

Anxiety and irritability never eased, but continued to accumulate, and finally began to escalate into pain.

"Yan!Zhao!Song!" Chen Qianhua let out a painful and angry roar!

The calm and laziness of the past is long gone, and the perseverance and patience have finally been exhausted.

In the black fire cage, the roar of a trapped beast continued to sound.

The response given to him was that the light knife fell step by step.

Unhurried, unmoving, unshaking.

Round after round.