There is no turning back from the bow, and the only way out at present is to move forward.

The smell of blood in the mouth, like sharp grit filling the mouth, with a rough texture of scraping back and forth, is the extreme pain of the flesh flying.

I don't know if the posterior molars have been bitten, and the stinging pain that goes straight to the brain along the root nerve of the tooth is like a shadow.

At the cost of desperate death, Bai Ning continued to rush forward, ignoring the powerful torture from the depths of the five senses.

With Bai Ning gradually leaving, the intelligent central control system of this fantasy space seemed to be a little anxious, and the torture pain from the five senses was surging like a tide, the speed was getting faster and faster, and there was a kind of turbulent ruthlessness of a thousand waves destroying the embankment.

The more anxious and fearful the illusion space was, the firmer the belief in Bai Ning's heart became.

Like a madman who has fallen into a demon, Bai Ning rushed forward with blood from his mouth and nose, and vowed not to give up until he reached his goal!

The final step was about to be taken, and the entire illusion space seemed to completely collapse, and the extreme pain that lingered on Bai Ning's five senses like a maggot on the tarsal bones suddenly disappeared.

In the midst of fierce confrontation, the offensive of one side suddenly dissipated, which is not necessarily a good thing for the existence of obsession.

The whole world seemed to be quiet, and a dead silence representing extreme repression was pervasive with the feedback of the five senses of liberation.

Inexplicable tinnitus began to ring, and the instinctive pleasure from the body suddenly rose.

This kind of brain soothing behavior based on painful stimulation also seems to represent the ultimate victory of Bai Ning's persistent behavior.

Finally, have you rushed out of this almost nightmarish fantasy space?

At this time, Bai Ning was so weak that he seemed to be broken at the touch of a button.

After a short period of pleasure feedback, there is an extreme phantom pain, which is the feedback system in various parts of the body telling the brain how great the damage just now.

Torment is the biggest overdraft for the body, and it is urgent to have a hearty sleep to relieve the comprehensive rest from the body to the spirit.

Need, put everything down for a while, and fall asleep here?

It was like a kind of conditioned reflex that suddenly abruptly surprised, even though the Lord of the Netherworld was right in front of him, Bai Ning still felt that he was still stuck in the illusion space.

All the release and comfort that he had just experienced, all the extreme pain of being stripped of his five senses, was actually just the safe situation that the illusion space wanted Bai Ning to perceive.

What forced Bai Ning to struggle out of the illusion space was this seemingly endless pain, which could be forcibly attached to the illusion space, and could also be removed, and might even allow Bai Ning to experience the extremely comfortable feedback of the five senses.

Pain is a means used to prevent Bai Ning from leaving, and the calm after extreme torture is also a means that can be used to prevent Bai Ning from leaving.

Obsession begins with pain and crouches at ease.

Now, the illusion space made Bai Ning's consciousness perceive the most beautiful comfort and tranquility in this world, which was the fatal blow used to destroy Bai Ning's powerful obsession.

I have to say that Bai Ning was powerless in such an attack, and even had a huge desire to sleep peacefully for a long time.

Fear is accompanied by pain, obsession is accompanied by tranquility, and the strong trap that specifically targets the weakness of human nature is still so sharp.

Dragging this body that was about to fall into a coma for protection, Bai Ning finally took this final step.

This move seemed to trigger some kind of furious mechanism, and Bai Ning's five senses were once again annihilated by some indescribable complex stimulus.

There is pain, there is pleasure.

A single pain or pleasure in this world can never give people the ultimate enjoyment.

Only after suffering, then ordinary happiness is also the most soothing warm sun in the world.

What is currently blocking in front of Bai Ning, destroying Bai Ning's five senses, is this combination of precision proportions.

Pleasure is to extend the pain to the extreme, and pain is to make pleasure better relax Bai Ning's will.

In this continuous erosion of wave after wave, Bai Ning seemed to sense the limit of this physical body.

The ultimate forbearance, the ultimate indulgence, are all ways to extend to the limits of this body.

Now they are here, like before you left purgatory, all the demons threatened you.

Being able to withstand the endless risks of a dangerous place is the ultimate forbearance;

Being able to break away from the city and cram the wilderness is the ultimate indulgence.

Bai Ning felt that he had never lacked forbearance and indulgence, and was able to merge these two completely opposite things into one, which in itself was the ultimate tolerance in human nature.

Or, indulgence and forbearance, which are part of human nature in themselves, are just that some people can't control them well.

In this last turbulent torrent, Bai Ning held his head forward, even though his legs had begun to tremble, even if the various parts of his body had begun to disobey him.

So what?

No obstacle could prevent Bai Ning from reaching his expectations.

With another step, my body suddenly had the illusion of falling into a hollow somewhere, and the perception of invading the depths of my five senses suddenly vanished.

This is an extreme tranquility that Bai Ning has never experienced, as if it comes from the depths of the distant universe, from the emptiness of a place where even light has not reached.

The quiet is somewhat scary, the smell of death.

The body has reached its limit, has the feedback of the five senses completely dissipated?

At this time, Bai Ning, only a cloud of consciousness was still holding on, just waiting for the residual warmth of the body to dissipate, there would only be a body left here that was gradually waiting to decay.

Another instinctive step out, Bai Ning's body stood still.

In the next moment, the cold touch of the air flow returned, the faint background white noise returned, the vision was hidden in the dim light, the smell was only tasteless blood, and the mouth was only a faint smell of rust.

Have the five senses finally returned to the normal world?

Real, or is it false again disguised by the illusionary space?

I tried to take a step again, but found that my body was almost immobile, and the mere act of standing was only a forced support of the body skeleton.

Quickly slumped on the ground, the softness of his body touching the ground, and the coldness of his hands touching the rocky ground, all told Bai Ning that there was actually no problem with his body.

The fatigue at this time is only limited to mental fatigue, a fatigue that seems to be exhausted.

Suddenly inhaling a mouthful of the cold air from here, Bai Ning coughed out a few mouthfuls of bloody phlegm weakly.

The high level of mental tension did cause Bai Ning to have a certain amount of internal bleeding, which was only limited to some capillaries in his body.

The feeling of absolute overdraft of the body that occurred before was more from the misdirection of the illusion space.

The spiritual relief is also making Bai Ning slowly recover, as if he is breathing a sigh of relief, a strong sense of fatigue suddenly hits, with an irrepressible strength.

Mental fatigue can only be compensated for by sleep, which cannot be changed.

However, Bai Ning doesn't seem to have much qualification to sleep here, which is another indisputable fact based on the cruel reality.