Chapter 593: The Source of Eternal Injury

The Wind Dragon Hall is filled with a quaint and slightly pungent atmosphere.

Bleak and empty, five majestic sculptures, standing side by side. The first is a sculpture of the King of Jingfeng with wings spread behind his back, holding the wine jar in one hand, raising and stretching out his palm with his palm upward, and the palm of his hand is a huge silver flame; then, there is the hideous King Huoluo, who also maintains the same movement, but the flame on his palm has been extinguished; and then, there are Bai Ze, Lei Qilin, and a sculpture that has never been seen before, and the flames in their palms are all extinguished.

In these sculptures, there is no figure of the Purple Sand King, which shows that she is only a passer-by here, not a guardian.

Behind the five sculptures is a dark red abyss of terror, which is thirty zhang in diameter and occupies two-thirds of the area of the hall. In the abyss, it condensed into viscous blood water, like a melting pot filled with copper juice, and there was a trace of strange silver light swimming in the blood water, which was gurgling and rolling.

The blood in the abyss was still ten zhang high from the floor of the ancient hall, and there was no sign of it overflowing.

Ye Qingcheng was wearing his beloved black battle robe, carrying the Xuanxue Sword on his back, and his figure stood in front of the five huge sculptures.

In the sky above the five sculptures, there was no dragon shadow, only a ball of blood smoke, and inside it were two graphite-sized silver dragon eyes, cold, cold, and even with a hint of disdainful mockery, staring at Ye Qingcheng faintly.

Ye Qingcheng stared at the pair of dragon eyes silently, waiting for the trial to begin.

However, after looking at the pair of dragons for a long time, it did not react. His palms began to seep with sweat, and in the anxious waiting, there was some inexplicability and fear.

Suddenly, the blood mist twisted and wrapped the two dragonmeshes.

"Junior, do you know what the most incurable poison in the world is?" an old, hoarse, and cold voice came.

Ye Qingcheng didn't answer, he wasn't a pharmacist.

After brewing for a while, the blood mist in the air immediately turned into a circle of blood waves and surged out. Colleague, a weird, tall and thin silver figure immediately flew down and fell in front of Ye Qingcheng.

It remained human, wearing a silver cloak with a hood and two short-handled silver-bladed scythes in its hands, with nothing inside the cloak but wisps of dark red blood smoke wafting.

"Fear!" the hoarse voice blew like the cold wind on a snowy night. The Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul walked towards Ye Qingcheng and said, "Fear is the most terrifying poison, it spreads faster than all poisons, once it penetrates into a person's soul, it can never be expelled, and there is no cure. Do you know what can create zào out of fear?"

Ye Qingcheng still didn't speak, but he had already guessed.

"Yes, it's pain. The Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul continued to walk and continued: "And the most direct means of creating zào pain is the scar. ”

As he spoke, the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul walked up to Ye Qingcheng, and it slowly stretched out a short-handled silver sickle, approaching Ye Qingcheng's temple. Ye Qingcheng didn't move, but cautiously stared at the tip of its scythe. Suddenly, a strip of gray silk thinner than spider silk appeared on his face, which was his soul silk, which was strangely sucked out by the scythe.

The gray soul filaments, silently wound around the tip of the silver sickle, seemed to show signs of following the scythe. However, the solid dragon ball hanging around Ye Qingcheng's neck suddenly shone with a peaceful white light, and the soul gray silk wrapped around the tip of the sickle broke immediately, and the soul on Ye Qingcheng's face was also smoothed out, and he quietly retreated back into his body.

"Soul Suppression Dragon Pill?" Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul laughed hoarsely, "This kind of little trick can't save you." The ancestor will let you pluck it with your own hands, and then prostrate at the feet of the ancestor, willingly giving your soul. ”

"Don't be delusional. Ye Qingcheng said: "Even if I die, I will not surrender." ”

The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul shook his head, turned around and walked towards the Blood Water Abyss to the north, and said, "Death is too simple, it's not a big deal. The ability to endure pain is the real test. You are unfortunate enough to meet your ancestors. This ancestor is the dragon ancestor who has the deepest knowledge of pain since the birth of life. Normally, you can't see the pain, only the scars, but now, you can see it clearly. ”

Ye Qingcheng could only hear the sound of gurgling and rolling, and he couldn't see the strange blood water in the abyss, it hadn't yet overflowed.

"It's the source of eternal wounds. The Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul said, "Or the source of eternal injury." ”

"You're not new. Ye Qingcheng had been intimidated countless times before, and said, "When will it start?"

The Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul walked to the edge of the abyss, turned to look at Ye Qingcheng, and said, "Next, your soul will enjoy a painful journey. Don't think that just because the wound isn't on you, you can take it lightly. Even if there is no wound, your soul will be tormented by pain until it can no longer bear it, and it will leave your body and fall into the arms of your ancestors. ”

"My soul is mine, and you can't take it away. Ye Qingcheng said firmly.

"Let's do it. Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul said.

Ye Qingcheng untied the ancient sword behind his back, and at the same time condensed a silver thunder spirit throne, leaned the sword against the throne, and sat down.

"Gotta stick a little longer. The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul stretched out his arms and said, "Otherwise, the Ancestor will not be able to enjoy the pleasure of torturing you." ”

With that, it leaped backwards and plunged into the abyss behind it.

Suddenly, in the Canggu hall, there was a whistling fishy wind. On the palm of the only sculpture of the King of Jingfeng that was swaying with fire, the silver flame turned into a blood flame, illuminating the entire space with blood and terror.

At this time, a wave of sleepiness swept through Ye Qingcheng's mind. As his eyelids drooped, he knew that the final trial had begun.

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A land that spans thousands of miles, suspended in a clear starry sky.

The starry sky is mysterious and vast, the earth floats alone in the universe, there is no sun on the sky, but there is a warm light shining on the earth.

It's a world between fantasy and reality. It's said to be an illusion because it's not really existing. It is said that it is real, because every pain that Ye Qingcheng endured here will appear in his body, he has the most real feelings here, and he can also experience any subtle discomfort and pleasure. Once he dies here, in the real world, he won't be able to wake up.

In this way, no matter how mysterious this illusion is, he must show his strength to deal with any challenge. Be more serious than you real!

This land is a savanna with no trace in sight.

In the vast grassland, twisted ancient trees grew sparsely, and many strange beasts roamed. Although it is full of wilderness, the environment here is quite beautiful, even refreshing.

"Are they all first- and second-order beasts?" Ye Qingcheng looked at the earth from afar, a little incredulous, first- and second-order beasts may not even use spiritual power, what is the challenge for him?

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