Chapter 121: 62 Soul Torture
The whispers echoed in Zhu Hong's ears, and Zhu Hong was like falling into the clouds, and he lost his mind in an instant. When Zhu Hong came to his senses, everything in front of him changed dramatically, and Zhu Hong saw a fiery red world in front of him.
Zhu Hong stood in the midst of the fiery red flames, but there was no flame burn, and in front of him was a land that seemed to have been destroyed, crushed by the flames, and the burned land, there were flames everywhere, and black and blue smoke was billowing out. If you look closely, it looks like a mountain with volcanic magma erupting, dark clouds rolling in the sky, and thunder and lightning bursts.
It's like the end of the world, intense, miserable, and you can't feel the existence of a trace of life, only darkness, thunder, and fire, and the whispers in your ears are like countless souls, mourning and crying to tell Zhu Hong, Zhu Hong's head is heavy, his heart is sore, and he can't say how to gallop in his body.
Filled with sadness, grief, anger, pain. The whispers of various emotions echoed in Zhu Hong's mind, Zhu Hong's psychology had an infinite sadness, painful torture, this feeling was infinitely magnified, making Zhu Hong unable to extricate himself from pain, as if there was a rebuke and questioning in front of him, which made Zhu Hong fall into extreme fear.
The owner of the Juque Sword, the master of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, Wa Baya, was seriously injured in the artifact building and died. Guangxin Zhenren self-immolated and died, the senior sister said goodbye, unable to face Zhu Hong's kind of pain, one by one in front of Zhu Hong's eyes, the master had to self-immolate, and the death of the master was Zhu Hong's unbearable sadness and painful torture.
What Zhu Hong is in at the moment is the most miserable hell, filled with the same world. There was infinite sadness in his words, tormented by pain, and the liquid in his body that was different from other cultivators, the Divine Jade Recipe True Qi Egg White. It's slowly disappearing, spilling out of the body little by little. This is an extremely powerful illusion, and Zhu Hong can't be fast, and there is no way to tell if it's real or fake.
This is the fear that really exists in his heart, the trauma that he can't face, and Vermilion can't help it at all. At the fastest speed, waking up from the nightmare, his true qi was unable to control his soul and Yuan Soul Wood under his painful torture and psychological changes.
The true qi kept disappearing, and Zhu Hong didn't feel it. Maybe this is the strange fire. The most painful, sad, and cruel torture and counterattack against Zhu Hong, this is a murderous and cruel, hellish world.
Zhu Hong couldn't tell at the moment, he was standing in the sea of suffering of the victims, surrounded by self-blame and shame, his spirit was on the verge of collapse, and he fell into this terrible nightmare. It's a soul torture.
Even if Zhu Hong found out, it was an illusion, a hellish nightmare. He still couldn't make the most correct and fastest decision, because he was the alien fire space that his mind entered.
Although his true qi was constantly draining, and his realm was beginning to decline from the six realms, but at this moment, he was really caught in this painful torture, unable to extricate himself.
Just when Zhu Hong had already been firmly grasped by the strange fire. In the depths of Vermilion's soul, a sharp pain suddenly occurred.
The real flames of the strange fire, scorching and miserable and eerie, Zhu Hong's last trace of sanity.
"I'm sorry, senior sister. I shouldn't have told you this painful truth, I shouldn't have forced Guangxin Zhenren, your father, to death. ”
Zhu Hong has no feeling for pain, he stumbled, crumbling, muttering affectionate self-blame and guilt for his senior sister, his love for Senior Sister Zhou Keqin really can't be replaced by anything, this is the most real and warmest love that Zhu Hong has ever felt and received in his two lives.
The strange fire took advantage of the situation to launch a torture, as if the voice from the netherworld sounded in Zhu Hong's heart.
"Say, where is the artifact, hand it over to save your senior sister!"
Zhu Hong's eyes were a little solidified, full of bloodshots, and a mountain covered with flames seemed to appear in front of him, and the beautiful face of the senior sister appeared, shouting at Zhu Hong, "Hurry up, leave me alone!"
Zhu Hong muttered and wanted to rush over, his mouth fluttering to tell the answer to the strange fire.
Just when Zhu Hong was about to lose the last shred of reason, the depths of his soul seemed to crack along, a vast abyss, and angry rebukes exploded in Zhu Hong's mind.
"Idiot! Don't wake up yet!"