Sacred Devil

Jiang Hao suffered great pain. His soul seemed to be entangled by countless thin threads, and then it was cut into countless pieces. Great power appeared, turning the fragments into dust, while his perception was connected with countless soul fragments.

The pain was so clear, as if he were right in front of him, full of aggressive beasts, hiding in the corner, whining.

The pain in every place, connected with the divine consciousness, gathered in the mind. Like a sharp blade, it can cut everything easily.

The blade was inserted on his head, easily penetrating his exoskeleton and into his brain. The pain became stronger and clearer, but there was nothing to do.

The blade cuts one after another without any emotion.

The most terrible thing is that this terrible torture is not temporary, but long-term.

At this time, the time he perceives becomes so long, far less than the time of objective existence.

Every breath is painful, and the pain is so long. Starting from this end, you can never see the end, even if you spend your whole life. '

despair, fear, worry, pain, anger, desire, etc.

all kinds of emotions emerged in his mind. His naked eyes had lost the truth and appeared all kinds of illusions.

Because of the paralysis of the body, we can't feel the real existence.

At this moment, those illusions are real.

Countless enemies, the living and the dead, stood up and looked at Jiang Hao with ridicule, hoping that he would die on the spot.

In a humble corner, in the endless darkness, the tiny light still exists.

He is like a firefly in the night. Though weak, it illuminates everything.

How long did it last? He bit his dry lips, numb and unconscious. But the destruction of the soul, but more and more intense, to completely destroy Jiang Hao, incinerate the existence of nothingness.

He was in pain.

A week later, Jiang Hao's body was dry and cracked, and his blood clotted into a lump, which seemed to lose its vitality. In the interior, it is the industry fire surging, viscera under great pressure, constantly working.

The immortal body is in motion and never stops, maintaining the vitality of his body.

He's still alive.

Two weeks later, Jiang Hao's soul was broken to pieces. Although the steps were the same, the pain became more and more intense. Not only because of the increasing pressure from the outside world, but also because of these torments, the internal changes were triggered.

The change of all things is due to external things, leading to the contradiction of internal things, and the balance between the two is broken.

But Jiang Hao didn't fall down because of this. His amazing willpower supported him and did not let him fall like this.

He understood that he couldn't just fall down like this, he had something he had to do.

Three weeks later, most of the flames had disappeared. When the outside world looks at the time tower, there are numbers on it to calculate time.

Time is flowing like this, fast, just like a foal.

He was used to this torture and internalized it as part of it. Although the intensity increased to the peak after three weeks, it couldn't beat him.

At the last moment,

the strength of the flame rapidly declined.

Jiang Hao realized that the opportunity was coming. He burst into a drink, and all the remaining strength was mobilized.

The pain he had suffered turned into a pure aura and flowed into his body. The aura in the elixir field is constantly gathering, and the impact loosens the bottleneck again and again, exceeding his limit.

Boom!

The flame is rolling, showing the momentum of Tao Tian, just like the God descending to the earth.

The later stage of concentration.

"There is the end of concentration." Jiang Hao said to himself.

Since those flame chains disappeared, Jiang Hao's body was ten thousand times more relaxed and full of strength.

In addition, he has an illusion that he can overcome the robbery period.

But in the heart, reason still exists. Only rationality is the control of everything and the existence beyond all constraints.

He knew that there was a huge gap between the concentration period and the hijacking period, and he would never deal with it.

There were strange pale gold spots on his arm, like stars, flashing. With the increasing number of light spots, agglomerate into a group, into the shape of graphics and text.

The undead bird.

These three words flashed through his mind, but his heart was full of joy.

This is the thing of his life. He thought that getting some unknown flame pattern could strengthen his own strength. But I didn't expect that the time tower gave me such a good thing.

Originally, he was still a little sad, suffered so much, just got the flame line.

But now, even if he did it again, he would.

The immortal bird is his name. Flying in the sky, with a holy flame, hot and powerful, can burn everything, purify all evil.This is recorded in the catalogue of animals. After reading it, Jiang Hao loved it very much and didn't want to forget it again.

Today, with the flame lines of the undead, it can communicate with the power of the undead, representing infinite possibilities. The intensity of strengthening is not what ordinary flame lines can think of. There may be stronger flame lines, but this flame pattern is the most suitable for Jiang Hao.

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