But Han Lin had no fear in his heart.

His heart was hard as a rock. The hardships of life could not defeat him, the physical torture could not help him, and the oppression of words could not shake him.

The same door only saw him groveling and willing to be subordinate, but he couldn't see how firm his heart was under those shining eyes.

"Come!" he cried out inwardly, "my monks, fight with heaven and earth, and fight with people. I only want the great road to live forever, and if the heavens do not allow me to create, I will fight for myself. ”

At that moment, he seemed to be transformed into a boat that could capsize at any time under the storm.

The medicine is too strong, and he is like a rag doll torn by spiritual power. The pain caused him to twitch constantly, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably. His face was twisted into a ball by the great pain. But in this case, he still has to make corresponding cultivation movements and can't stop.

His soul was not afraid of pain, but his body could no longer keep up with the reaction. The facial expression was uncontrollable, the corners of the mouth twitched, and the foam kept dripping out. If the pain is magnified a little more, it is estimated that it will directly make him lose his mind.

He gritted his teeth and told himself to keep going. He knew that he needed to stay conscious, and if he fainted from the pain, the attempt to open the pulse would be considered a failure.

But this method of opening the pulse is really not something that ordinary people can bear. Now Han Lin looked like a monster with teeth on his face.

"Can't give up! Can't give up~ Ahhhhh ”

"As long as I get through it, I can make it happen. The humiliation of the past will be gone. Han Lin, you must persevere. Have you forgotten your dream? When the pulse is successful, we will indulge together, and then find Murong Yu to eat the secret roast chicken in the canteen. It tastes so good. ”

"Oops. Beautiful~hee-hee~ so beautiful. Senior Sister Lin Wan'er is also so beautiful. Babble, no, yes, it's the roast chicken that tastes so good. How can you think of Senior Sister Lin Wan'er. No, oh oh no, it's Senior Sister Lin Wan'er who is so beautiful, really beautiful. That face, blowing can be broken, that body ~ya~ and that aroma~ya~"

Han Lin was already in pain to the point of delirium.

"I want to build a foundation, I want Jindan, I want to be the head of the Qingxu Sect, and then punish all those who have offended me to carry water. Hee-hee~ And the weasel, let him beat my back and wash my feet. And Wang Shi, hmph, directly wiped out his Wang family! No, no, no, no. How can I do these things?"

"What am I doing now? ”

All kinds of images keep appearing in front of you, and then you turn to the next one. There are cruel ones like a nose hell, and there are warm ones like mothers who come back to life. The demons in the heart are haunted, and evil thoughts are everywhere.

The final picture is frozen and beautiful.

It was as if he had returned to the familiar trail of the mountain gate, and everything was so real. At your fingertips. He looked up at the trees on both sides of the road, although the Qingxu Gate was like spring in all seasons, it still had four distinct seasons. At this time, it seems that it is the end of autumn, and the branches of all the trees are bare, and the path is piled up with a thick layer of fallen leaves and dead branches, and it is soft and uncomfortable to walk on it.

In the distance, a beautiful woman was waiting for her.

That's not Senior Sister Lin Wan'er. I saw the senior sister purse her lips and smile, smile smartly, and wave her little hand at Han Lin. A burst of aroma greeted you. Han Lin seemed to be hooked, and walked forward reluctantly.

A strap flew out of the aroma and wrapped around Han Lin. "Oh, senior sister, what are you doing!" This placket is from the senior sister, and it still has a fragrance.

Han Lin was still immersed in it, but he didn't know that the strap suddenly changed into a python, opened his bloody mouth at Han Lin, spit out bloody gas, wrapped Han Lin with his body, and began to pull hard.

Bursts of strange force bring severe pain. At this time, Han Lin reacted: "Oh no, which step is wrong! It's over, the blood flow is twisted, it's miserable!"

The illusion is shattered. Pain brings truth.

"Is this pulse going to fail?"

"I'm so unwilling. ”

"I'm so tired~~ It hurts. The blood was twisted, and it hurt. It hurts. What should I do? What should I do!ahhh

"The first time, the first time, is it going to fail?"

"It's normal to fail the first time, right?"

Because of the failure of the exercises, blood began to overflow from the pores.

"Otherwise, or give up, let it fail~~"

With the sound of "puff puff" bubbling blood, Han Lin's whole person turned into a terrifying bloody man.

"Give it up. It's not good~" It seemed that Lin Wan'er's voice was persuading him.

"It's not good!! Han Lin gritted his teeth with all his might, and let out a dry howl. Once again, the body burst with tremendous energy.

It was his old life that made him tenacious.

Han Lin riveted enough strength to start the next action against the severe pain. Slowly, the blood began to flow. The aura became smooth again.

He did it!

The rest of the process is as smooth as diarrhea. Waterway channels. He succeeded in opening the pulse!

However, at this moment, the stone bead in his hand was mixed with blood and aura, and suddenly burst into a cold chill. It was a feeling that I couldn't put into words. It directly overshadowed the original pain in Han Lin's body.

The stone beads seemed to come from outside the sky, with magical power, penetrating the great array of the Qingxu Gate, passing through time and space, and descending here.

It was originally an extremely painful journey to open the pulse, but it turned out to be inexplicably covered by the guidance of the stone beads. An endless cold chill enveloped Han Lin.

But the feeling was not painful at all, it was like falling into the amniotic fluid of my mother. Han Lin didn't know why he thought of this metaphor. He also didn't know what it was supposed to be like in his mother's amniotic fluid.

But somehow I think this metaphor is very apt.

Warm. He fell asleep. He had a dream in which he came to a boundless place as if his soul were on a journey. There are no sun, moon or stars here, but there are some points of light around it. There are red and blue. In particular, those yellow points of light seem to be very close to themselves, and they have drilled into their bodies. Even though it was a dream, he felt that his mind was clear.

Even he was still wondering, wasn't he impacting the open pulse, why did he dream, and dreamed of this strange place. Here he does not feel any discomfort. The spots around are warm. He stretched out his hand, and a lot of yellow poured into his palm. However, he could clearly perceive that his body at this time was a sieve, and a large number of yellow spots of light poured in, but seventy percent of them ran away.

In addition to this, there are other colors of light that also drill into the body. Fewer came in and fewer remained.

He knew in his heart that he was dreaming. But I don't know how to wake up. There was nothing he could do, and in desperation, he could only move around.

Walked for a long time in this boundless place.

I don't know how long it took, but I felt a glimmer of light appear in the sky. It's strange that walking around in his dreams makes him feel exhausted. There was a sudden tremor all around. Then, he felt as if his body had been torn apart.

I couldn't help but let out a miserable snort. The pain came violently and irritated him. He snapped his eyes open.

Take a look around. Myself or in the room. Through the pasted window, he saw that the sky should have just dawned. The Huanglong Pill in his mouth was also eaten by him. He took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead because of the severe pain, and secretly said that this strange dream had finally woken up.

Suddenly, his expression instantly became extremely strange—wasn't he opening his pulse? Why did he forget about it all of a sudden and fall asleep?

He opened his eyes and looked at the world again, and now he was no longer a mortal. He concentrated, and used his spiritual eyes to vaguely perceive the mist-like spiritual power in the room, and even vaguely felt that there were colorful spots of light around him like in his dream, and subconsciously knew that this thing was called spiritual power. He felt himself, and even looked inwardly at himself, feeling that his earth-based spiritual root seemed to be breathing, and the meridians flowed with strong spiritual power.

Only once, he succeeded in opening his pulse. He looked at his hands in a daze, feeling incredible. At this time, he suddenly remembered that before opening the vein, he was not holding a mysterious stone bead in his hand?

He got up and looked everywhere, but he couldn't find anywhere. It's like the world has evaporated. After a glance at the defensive circle, isn't it still working well? The door is well closed, and the room is not messy, so it doesn't look like a thief.

When he couldn't find it, he undressed himself in the room. See if the stone beads are rolling down your clothes. I don't know why, but my gut instinct decided that the stone bead was important.

When I took off my clothes and saw the exact same lines on my chest as the stone beads, I knew where the stone beads had gone.

The stone beads actually burrowed into his body and merged with him. Incredible, but believable. When he saw the skull-like lines on his shriveled chest, the answer automatically came to mind.