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Everyone has the most cherished things, either people or things. Even the most cruel and ruthless people have a pure land in their hearts.

But all monks have relatives. Tiger poison does not eat children, no matter how eccentric a person's temperament is. He was always gentle with his loved ones.

I dragged Wei Yan's mind into the state of reincarnation, and learned that Wei Yan's relatives are no longer in the world, he has been around for thousands of years, and his relatives have long since died.

For a monk in the realm of the Ghost Emperor. What scares him the most?

The life and death of the loved ones, the death of the body, the pain of the soul and the body, the stagnation of cultivation, the insult of the strong and the loss of face.

It's these 5 categories that can be derived into countless methods of torturing him, and I'll let Wei Yan try them one by one.

This will not cause any harm to Wei Yan's soul and body, everything is acting on his state of mind, not only will it not hurt him, but it is also a tempering of his state of mind. If he gets through, his mood will rise rapidly.

Of course, I won't let him get through it. I'll cast a stormy illusion. Destroy his will, destroy his Dao heart, make him feel painful, and let him taste the feeling that life is worse than death.

In the reincarnation illusion, Wei Yan didn't find anything wrong, he was still the inferior Ghost Emperor Wei Yan, and he was still the power of the Fifth Army. He didn't know that I existed, that he was cultivating and living.

I, on the other hand, watched him in the dark.

He had a lovely daughter, a pair of kind parents, and a beautiful lady. I urge the illusion. killed Wei Yan's relatives in various ways, so that he could enjoy life and death.

I reversed the illusion of reincarnation and made him experience the pain of being deprived of his loved ones a thousand times. It's different every time.

Even, I conjured up Wei Yan's top boss and raped his wife and daughter to death in front of him. He wanted to make a move. But he couldn't beat his boss at all, and he didn't dare to make a move, because he was his top boss.

The humiliation combined with the death of a loved one, a double blow, had a huge blow to Wei Yan's mind.

"Oh?" I was in the dark, controlling the reincarnation illusion, and when I observed this, I couldn't help but sneer. Bench Craftsman garbage.

"Since you're so useful, let you enjoy it over and over again."

I reversed the cycle and let that cruel scene play out hundreds of times.

Then I put him in a desperate situation, facing death at any time, letting him hover on the verge of death all the time, torturing his mind.

Let him experience death countless times, let him enjoy the mixed feeling of all kinds of emotions at the moment of death.

Swords and fires, these ordinary punishments are used on Wei Yan, it is simply child's play.

I condensed ten thousand ghosts to eat the body of the guard, and finally tore his soul apart. He wasn't actually hurt, just my mind was being manipulated, but he himself wouldn't see through it as an illusion.

Just like when ordinary people dream, if they dream of being shot or killed, or falling off a cliff to their death, they can still feel that kind of pain, which is very real. Many people wake up scared, not so much in fright, but in pain.

I condensed a special space, just to accommodate Wei Yan alone, Wei Yan was in this space, unable to move, his whole body was imprisoned, the surroundings were pitch black, there was no sound, and he couldn't see anything.

The power of my reincarnation of the illusion kept his consciousness awake, awake to the boundless darkness and dead silence.

Small space, unable to move, no sound, no light, feeling all this clearly, he wanted to kill himself countless times, but I didn't let him die.

In the illusion of reincarnation, he has no power to die.

There are all kinds of methods of torturing him, some are direct torture, some are indirect torture, and in terms of effect, indirect torture is even more painful.

He has experienced countless reincarnations in the reincarnation illusion, and the outside world has only passed 5 minutes, and the bodies of the two of us stopped in the air, without any movement, and the power around our bodies surged, shocking the crowd.

"Bang," suddenly, the illusion of reincarnation shattered, and our consciousness returned to its essence.

"Huh," my wooden pupils shone with a refined light.

Wei Yan's mind awakened, his consciousness returned to his soul, and his calm and rock-like aura suddenly collapsed.

"Snort," his eyebrows cracked, and a large black gas wafted out of the crack, and a cloudy smell came from him.

"Ahhh

Wei Yan suddenly opened his eyes and roared in pain and pain, a sharp roar that soared into the sky.

Everything he had experienced in the reincarnation illusion had all been brought together in his soul at this moment, which had a huge impact on him.

Because, in the illusion of reincarnation, his will was tortured by me to collapse.

The powerful men who were fighting in mid-air were all attracted by the inhuman roar of Wei Yan, and while fighting, they looked at Wei Yan with their peripheral vision.

"Cool." I looked at Wei Yan coldly, my face was a little pale, and forcibly controlling the will of the Ghost Emperor was not a small drain on me.

"Hum," Wei Yan's eyes were cloudy and dull, and he looked like an old man in the twilight of his life, looking tortured.

After Wei Yan's consciousness returned to his body, he woke up, knowing that what he had just experienced was illusory and not real, but his consciousness had collapsed and was irreparable, with a flaw in his will, and his Dao heart was broken.

The illusion has a great influence among the monks, although it is not a real thing, but it is also the experience of the monks, and it will be attributed to the soul perception.

"I'll kill you!" Blood flowed from Wei Yan's eyes, which was a sign that the Dao Heart had been broken.

"Whoa," an overwhelming array of emerald green tentacles poured out of Wei Yan's body, shattering the void and rushing towards me, trying to crush me.

"Bang," I swept my arm over, knocking back all the tentacles that rushed at me.

"Boom," a vast shockwave erupted from within me, sending all the tentacles in front of me flying.

"Your Dao heart has been broken, and you will not be able to advance an inch in your cultivation in the future, and you can only stay in the realm of the inferior ghost emperor for the rest of your life."

I looked at Wei Yan sarcastically, "If you're not mistaken, your strength is almost at the level of a feudal marquis, it's a pity." ”

"Kill you!" Wei Yan's breath was wild, his scalp was split, his face was full of tyranny and hideousness, and he had long lost his previous heroic spirit.

"The avenue, unstoppable!"

He roared, causing the Great Dao to turn into a cage and imprison me.

"Unstoppable?" I sneered, "Your Dao heart is broken, and your mood is not stable, 10 percent of your strength, you can now play 6 percent is considered good." ”

I kept my face calm, punched out, shattering Wei Yan's Great Dao World, and then my body shook, shattering the void, and in an instant, I came to Wei Yan, and flew up and slashed down with a kick.

"Kaza," the tentacles floating outside of Wei Yan's body were shattered by the force on my legs.

"Bang," ferociously broke open the tentacles, and I stepped directly on Wei Yan's forehead, and my toes exerted force, and suddenly the surging and majestic power rushed into Wei Yan's body along my toes.

"Click," the avenue of defense on the surface of the Guardian's body was shattered by me, and then a huge force slammed into his Divine Consciousness Sea, almost shattering his Divine Consciousness Sea.

"Poof," Wei Yan's eyes were dim, his face flushed, and he spat out a large mouthful of dark red blood.

"This slap was made for Anyarin." I landed in front of him, and before he could react, I slapped him on the left side of his face, and the violent force exploded, shattering the tentacles covering his left face.

"It's harder than a turtle's shell," I shook my head, and slapped my left cheek again, "This slap is also Anyarin's." ”

"Smack," the left side of his face was blurred by my blowing, and the five depressions were deeply embedded in the left side of his face, revealing the white bones of the forest.

Two slaps in quick succession shook his soul, beating him a little confused, his head trembling slightly, and his gaze lost focus.

"The flesh is too weak, and being close to me is also your misfortune." I shook my head and swept my backhand across the right side of the guard's face.

"Bang," the tentacle on the right side of Wei Yan's face collapsed, and the protected flesh and blood shattered inch by inch, even the bones of his face were torn apart by me, and a fountain of red blood gushed out and spilled in the air.

"Bang bang," I opened my bow left and right, and slapped Wei Wei five times in succession, flattening his head.

"Boom," I threw my last punch on his forehead, sending him flying ferociously.