As soon as he stepped into the cave, Chen Xiaoyi only felt dizzy and defenseless, and fainted after just struggling a few times.

In his drowsiness, he seemed to feel two demons coming at him. The two demons bound him firmly with black iron chains and dragged him all the way to the depths of the cave. I don't know how long it was, but there were probably two pillars of incense. Chen Xiaoyi was taken to a large hall, and at the height of the hall, there was a person who could not see his face clearly.

Subsequently, the man kept saying something out loud. Chen Xiaoyi only felt that there was a buzzing sound in all directions, and he couldn't hear what the person said at all. Not long after, the two demons stepped forward and dragged Chen Xiaoyi out of the main hall.

The two demons dragged Chen Xiaoyi to the ground with the iron chain. Faintly, he seemed to hear wails in all directions, extremely painful, this place was like a prison, and countless people were tortured in this prison.

Yes......

With a scream, Chen Xiaoyi suddenly came to his senses. His body was tied to a stone platform, and an expressionless man was holding an iron pair of pincers to hold his tongue and pull it outward. His mouth opened involuntarily to an exaggerated degree, and he felt the corners of his mouth tear unbearably, and a howl of pain came from deep in his throat.

What is this situation and why is it tortured in this way?

A wave of anger ignited in Chen Xiaoyi's heart, all of this came inexplicably, and he was not allowed to have the slightest chance to defend himself.

Yes......

Another tragic pain came into the depths of his soul, and the wail he let out was already involuntarily. At this time, he felt that his tongue was about to break at any moment. Not only that, but all kinds of screams were constantly heard around him. I don't know if it's because he's in it or because of the pain, but he doesn't have much fear now.

Before entering the cave, he felt that these wails were simply numbing to the scalp. At this moment, there is a sense of intimacy, perhaps because there are still people around him who are suffering from torture, and he is not alone.

Yes...... Yes......

The wails came and went, and the pain gradually deprived him of his ability to think. Because, he didn't have time to think about it, and he couldn't condense his mind at all, and the strong sense of pain shattered and dispersed all his hard-earned condensed minds.

I don't know how long this painful process will last, day and night, and the person who executes it seems to not know how to be tired. Chen Xiaoyi felt like decades had passed, and that person had no sign of stopping.

At this time, Chen Xiaoyi was a little panicked, and a sense of fear arose. Before coming, several seniors had said that this little lonely peak had broken through and benefited immensely, and if it couldn't break through, it would become a part of it.

Doesn't this mean that if he can't pass the test, he will never be able to leave, and he will stay here for eternity and eternal to be punished.

Yes......

A wave of pain instantly shattered his condensed mind, and at this time he could only let out a miserable scream, and his mind was blank. His soul was like an idiot, standing dumbfounded in the sea of divine consciousness. Consciousness was reduced to fragments, scattered in the seawater, which was made up of fragments of memory. Fragments of consciousness, shuttling through fragments of memory, seem to be searching for oneself.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Xiaoyi gathered his mind again. He had too much reluctance in his heart to stay in this hell and be tortured. He's trying to figure out how to get out of this hellish place.

Yes......

At this moment, another pain shattered his heart. I don't know how long it took for him to gather his mind again. This time, he worked hard to condense his mind to the extreme. He began to count the numbers silently in his mind.

One, two, three......

If each breath was a breath of time, this time he held on to ten breaths. Ten breaths later, he could no longer bear the pain, his heart was broken, and he wailed blankly.

Chen Xiaoyi never gave up, he persevered again and again, struggling in boundless pain. Gradually, he discovers a secret. After countless times, he could hold on for longer.

This discovery made Chen Xiaoyi excited for a while, but as the pain continued to invade, his emotional fluctuations affected the stability of his mind. This time he didn't hold out until ten breaths, and his heart was broken, and he wailed blankly.

When he gathered his consciousness again, he told himself that he had to be quiet, and only then could he hold on longer. After training repeatedly, Chen Xiaoyi found that his divine sense had actually grown a little, and this time he didn't let his emotions make any waves.

At the same time, he firmly believed in his heart that it would be useful to go on like this. He has been training non-stop, as if after thousands of years, countless shattering and reuniting, and after his divine consciousness has grown to a certain level, he has begun to become more tenacious and solidified. Gradually, he became more peaceful, and in this tranquility, he began to listen to his surroundings, to listen to the sounds of this hell.

The wails became clearer. Their wails were less like they came from their throats and more like the tremors of their spirits. For, when he listened attentively to these wails, his soul would tremble with them.

From this, Chen Xiaoyi deduced that after suffering day and night, those people around him may have already lost themselves.

Subsequently, Chen Xiaoyi found that in this hell, there was a powerful resentment. Those who were tortured continued to pour out extremely strong resentment in their hearts. Some of these grievances were scattered around, but more of them coalesced together and drifted in one direction.

This seems to be someone deliberately collecting grievances, Chen Xiaoyi doesn't understand the intention, and now he doesn't have the extra heart to think about this. He calmed his mind to the extreme, no longer paying attention to the wails, no longer paying attention to the grievances, and even the pain of being tortured was gradually ignored by him.

When his soul was strong enough to be free from the effects of pain, and his consciousness was scattered, the whole world was silent. A voice suddenly came into my heart, and the voice came from far and near, coming and going, coming from nowhere.

Chen Xiaoyi steadied his mind, rejecting everything around him, allowing himself to maintain a pure and quiet sense to perceive this voice. The voice seemed to have an incomparably magical power, introducing him to a wonderful world.

He listened quietly, the sound quickly drawing his mind. Chen Xiaoyi's attention was gradually attracted by the voice, and when all his mind was focused on the voice, the voice seemed to come out of the depths of his soul.

It turned out to be a scripture, repeated repeatedly, and every word was imprinted in Chen Xiaoyi's heart. He began to decipher the text of this passage, and was soon surprised to find that it was about some secret technique of hating words.

In addition to being shocked, Chen Xiaoyi couldn't help but think that this secret technique was very likely to be related to getting out of the predicament at this time. Otherwise, how could it be passed on in such a way.

Since this little lone peak was created by the first generation of the Hate Word Formula, then this secret technique must have been left by the first generation of the heir. Why did he pass on the secret technique of hating words in such a way, Chen Xiaoyi couldn't figure it out at all.

Now, too, is not the time to think about this. Now that he had learned the secret art of hating words, Chen Xiaoyi began to practice silently.