"Ah——!h

The screams have been echoing in the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines.

Xiao Mohe stopped his movements for the thirty-second time, his anger had been replaced by helplessness, he looked at the sadness lying on the stone bed, and said without a temper: "Okay?"

On the contrary, the sadness was awe-inspiring, gritting his teeth and saying with a sad and angry face: "Come on!"

"Ah——!h

Then, there was another scream, which made the underground chamber hum.

"It's endless!"

Xiao Mohe couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't resist the urge to grab a silver needle and stab it in his face.

"You're going to try, I'm going to prick you?"

Sadness was angry, and his voice became more and more hoarse with screams of pain, and he could no longer suppress it.

Xiao Mohe's hands trembled with anger, if it weren't for the fact that the three hundred and sixty acupoints on his body couldn't be forbidden at this time, he really wanted to faint the sad point so that it would be convenient for him to do it.

The reason why he was able to endure it was that he knew the pain of this silver needle puncture, thinking that when he did this to Xiao Xiaoxiao, it took him thirteen years to complete it little by little, and there was no such thing as today, thirty-three stitches in a row, this pain is really not something ordinary people can endure.

But at this time, he really hoped that he couldn't bear the sadness, and then passed out on his own, so that he could also be quiet.

However, although the sorrow was so painful that he died, seeing that he still had the strength to joke, he couldn't faint after thinking about it for a while.

"Come on, I won't scream this time!"

Xiao Mohe was helpless here, but he tried to adjust his breathing, and after taking two big breaths, he clenched his fists desperately, looking like he was out of the way.

Xiao Mohe sighed, but in an instant, the almost sad words were still there, and before the determination was finished, his hand turned into an afterimage, puff...... At the same time, ten silver needles fell to the exact position.

"Hmm——!"

The sad face turned red at this moment, but he closed his mouth tightly, ten times the pain, he really did his promise, no more screaming.

Xiao Mohe was surprised, but it was only a small accident, seeing that the sadness fell without moving and finally stopped, how could he let go of such a great opportunity, waved with one hand, and immediately poured his whole attention into the trend of the silver needle, and in an instant, more than 20 pieces fell accurately.

He has also been tortured by sadness for a long time, it is rare to be quiet at this time, and the Lingtai in his mind actually gave birth to an illusion of suddenly nothing, such concentration is really unprecedented for him, while accurately piercing the silver needle on the side, Xiao Mohe was a little intoxicated.

Those who practice martial arts must hold the Yuan Shouyi, and when cultivating, they are most jealous of having distractions, and being able to step into such an ethereal and quiet realm is really something that many martial arts practitioners dream of.

Xiao Mohe himself didn't expect that in such an environment, he suddenly had such a feeling, if he didn't need to apply needles to the sorrow at this time, he really wanted to sit down cross-legged regardless of it, and take advantage of this rare opportunity to practice well, maybe he could break through his own limits and reach another higher height.

However, Xiao Mohe, who finally began to concentrate, didn't notice it, and on his face that was flushed with sadness, a pair of eyes were inadvertently glancing behind Xiao Mohe.

This was originally a secret room with only the two of them, but at this time, under the ground behind Xiao Mohe, there was a slight movement.

It was as if a small bag had been puffed up on the ground, but this small bag could still move, little by little, very slowly, and silently, moving towards Xiao Mohe's feet.

Sadness is looking at this little dirt bag, his pain is not pretended, by Xiao Mohe's rapid and intense needle, his whole body is not painful, this feels like someone, no, it is a lot of people, each holding a boning knife, not only cut into your flesh, but also directly against the bones and rubbed back and forth, this painful taste is really only seen in my life.

But the countenance was painful, and there was a subtle hint of excitement hidden in the depths of the sad eyes, which gradually enlarged as the little dirt bag kept getting closer.

The tightly closed mouth trembled slightly, as if it was because of pain, but more like it was silently counting.

He is counting, how many needles Xiao Mohe has had now!

And in this regard, Xiao Mohe was unaware.

His state of mind at this time is happy, he has been haunted by sorrow and nonsense for a long time, and he has not chosen to kill in anger because of his patience.

The sudden silence of the current sadness brought him a great contrast, and this contrast was so strong that it directly allowed him to enter another ethereal state of mind that he could not usually hope for.

Feeling this ethereal, Xiao Mohe didn't want to miss the opportunity, the silver needle in his hand had turned into a silver light curtain, one needle after another, and it was extremely accurate to pierce the acupoints around the sorrowful body.

At this moment, he was extremely satisfied with his state, and believed that even if he couldn't stand it anymore and yelled at this time, and even twisted his body wildly, it could no longer affect him.

This is the beauty of the ethereal state of mind, after entering this state of mind, the risk of going mad is greatly reduced to a negligible level, and everything around him can no longer affect him, if he is cultivating at this time, Xiao Mohe believes that his cultivation will definitely reach a new level.

However, although the ethereal state of mind is wonderful, this rare experience, or epiphany, has become a fatal crisis for Xiao Mohe at this time, but he doesn't know it.

With his cultivation, if he hadn't concentrated on applying needles to sorrow, if he hadn't stepped into an ethereal state of mind, how could his perception of his surroundings be reduced to a minimum, and he wouldn't even be aware of the strange movements that were slowly moving behind him?

Therefore, the higher the cultivation, the more attention should be paid to retreat when cultivating, otherwise if you are in a state of mind like Xiao Mohe, if there are other people with bad intentions around you, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Xiao Mohe didn't think about this, but right now, he and Sadness were in this secret room, and Sadness's hands and feet were bound by him, and under his nose, even if he entered such a state of mind, he thought it was not a big deal, but a big opportunity, a chance to help him succeed in one fell swoop!

Three hundred forty-one, three hundred forty-two......

And sadly, I have been thinking about it for so long, but I am also waiting for such an opportunity!

Silently, both of them secretly counted the number of silver needle puncture points in their hearts, and seeing that Xiao Mohe's one-handed illusion was getting faster and faster, this was the last step in common for both of them...... It's almost done!

Three hundred and fifty-six, three hundred fifty-seven, three hundred fifty-eight......

His sad eyes were already bloodshot, and after more than 300 stitches in a row, the pain was very bearable, and now, the end he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

Xiao Mohe, the three hundred and fifty-ninth stitch!

(End of chapter)