I couldn't take care of this treasure anymore, so I took it off and threw it on the ground, urging the life force that had just been devoured from the armored beast to repair my body with difficulty.

"Loki, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to break you to pieces, and I'm going to avenge my parents!"

I screamed with all my might......

I yelled frantically, my voice was a little hoarse, tears even choked in my throat, and I coughed in embarrassment.

The way I am now, as much as I decrepit, I will fade.

Although he sent the Soul Kill into the Golden Shroud, the desire to kill continued unabated, and he even wanted to rush into the training camp and kill everyone several times. If it weren't for the fact that I still have a clear mind, and my body is so tired and disabled that I can't even move a finger, maybe I would have put this brainless impulse into practice.

This impulsive killing can be vented for a while, but it is impossible to avenge my parents, not even venting.

I haven't forgotten the liliang that the instructor played when he bombarded the disobedient scum in the dark training camp, and the instructor is definitely not an existence I can deal with. If you want to avenge your parents, you must control your emotions and not let yourself have any accidents until you get a strong enough Liliang.

"I must live until I have the Liliang to kill Loki. I'm not willing to die like this, the Golden Shroud cheers me up......"

There is still some surplus of vitality that was taken from the armored beast "Golden Brute Bull" just now, and it has not been turned into nutrients to strengthen the body. After exhausting all this life force, I barely regained my mobility, and the first thing I did was to grab the Golden Shroud again.

The Golden Shroud seemed to be on the verge of being overwhelmed by the "killing" of my soul, and even began to reject my consciousness.

I couldn't give up this treasure, the golden shroud that had devoured the killing had a strange pale golden sheen, and it was a long way longer than before, approaching a meter.

My consciousness and the Golden Shroud are one, and the "killing" of the soul is the combination of my own hateful killing intent and soul power, so the influence of the "killing" of the soul on me has always been there, that is, the spirit of the Golden Shroud, which has relieved most of the pressure.

I yelled viciously, "Fuck Loki, fuck the Void Strongman, I'm going to kill him and break him to pieces!

The "killing" of the soul shrunk into a ball in the Golden Shroud, constantly emitting murderous and murderous thoughts, trying to affect the Golden Shroud, and also affect my sanity.

When my consciousness and the Golden Shroud merge again, the killing becomes a thousand times more active. It was like pouring oil on me, and a sharp pain that almost drove me crazy pierced straight into the depths of my soul.

In that short moment, it was as if I had been pressed into the eighteenth layer of hell, endured all kinds of horrific torture one by one, and my soul was scattered and refined, I don't know how many times I was tortured.

It was an extremely difficult thing to resist the hatred and killing intent of the soul "killing", but in just a moment, I was already out of strength and sweating profusely, which was even harder than fighting more than ten battles, and my will was almost broken.

"Fuck it! fuck it! fuck it...... Stop me!"

All kinds of extreme pain that makes people want to die are enough to make any normal person go crazy, and the reason why I can still bear it may be because I have already gone crazy.

The Golden Shroud swung through the air like a convulsion, making all sorts of unbelievable twists.

Ever since my consciousness had taken possession of it, the Golden Shroud had only reacted to the power of my consciousness and instinct, otherwise it was no different from a normal cloth belt, but now the Golden Shroud seemed to have become a sperm, and the madness lasted for about half an hour.

Several times I thought I was going to be finished, but each time I survived, and the will to avenge my parents made my will unbreakable.

This battle was the hardest battle of my life.

The hardships of the dark training camp are not as good as even the children in this battle.

The battle with the remnant consciousness of the Golden Shroud at the beginning was nothing compared to the life and death of subduing the "killing" of the life soul.

Every moment is on the verge of life and death, and people don't even have room to breathe.

I don't know how long this battle has passed, but when there is a roar in my mind, my consciousness seems to have broken through a certain bottleneck and suddenly increased several times. The moment the "killing" of the soul was finally tamed, I could no longer lift half a finger, and even breathing became a luxury.

"Lao Tzu...... Lao Tzu, you have finally come back to life! If you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing in the future. Loki, you wait for me, wait for me to pop your ass/eye, cut every piece of your flesh alive, and let you die under the most brutal torture!"

I cursed this great enemy who killed the whole family viciously, and I didn't realize that my hoarse voice was no different from that of a madman.

That's right, I've gone crazy for a long time!

I had gone mad when Loki killed my whole family, and I didn't feel like my life had any other meaning than revenge.

It was this madness that made me stronger and stronger in the dark training camp, that allowed me to surrender the Golden Shroud, and that allowed me to withstand the hateful killing intent of the soul to "kill".

This time I didn't hurt my body, but the mental exhaustion was more unbearable than the physical injury.

The "killing" of my soul finally surrendered, but my brain felt like it had been pricked by thousands of steel needles, and it hurt so much that I just wanted to go crazy.

I can't do anything but giggle, just so hard to carry this kind of mental power exhausted, like the most cruel torture in the world.

Perhaps it was because of too many things that I had gone through, but my will was stronger than I expected, and I walked for hours like a dead fish on the ground, and finally I got through this catastrophe.

When I was able to struggle to get up, the laughter was so gloomy that even the air could freeze, and my body exuded a cold smell like the tip of a needle.

I sat up in embarrassment, gently stroked the cloth like a golden brocade, and let out a long breath, wrapping the golden shroud still around my right wrist.

My gaze inadvertently swept to the ground, where there were countless cracks, several of which clearly outlined layers of concentric circles. I was slightly stunned for a moment, and then slammed down with a hard punch, and the ground was like a wave of shocks, cracking in circles around the fist, forming three distinct circles of cracks.

"This is a triple strength, I actually broke through to this realm after I got the 'killing' of the life soul?"