These two simple words, Yuan Lizheng's head flying high while holding a folder, echoed in the depths of the underground palace.
His body, which was also at the level of a martial saint, was instantly torn into pieces by Duan Zhen's palm. The blood shot up more than ten feet and scattered around.
"What a great Taoist master."
But even though his body was suddenly broken into pieces, Yuan Lizheng seemed to be uninjured at all, and he made a spontaneous sound, his voice deep and cold to the bone.
A bright body of soul emerged like a ghost, and the blood-red carpet on the ground seemed to have come to life, turning into scenes of real blood pools.
For him, the physical body is just a carrier, a shell that can be discarded at will, and the soul is the only one.
woo woo woo woo!
The low, weeping roar stirred up heavy gusts of wind, swirling around and smashing the floating gravel into powder.
"Cultivation of one's nature without cultivating one's life will make it difficult for a ghost spirit to become a saint."
Duan Zhen still raised his hand, holding the huge underground palace soaring into the sky.
He looked at Yuan Lizheng who had revealed his soul body, his eyes remained unchanged and his voice remained indifferent.
"It is difficult for a ghost spirit of all calamities to become a saint? Little Huangkou child, is it your turn to teach me how to practice?"
When Yuan Lizheng saw Duan Zhen's words, he was startled for a moment, and then the human form of his entire soul immediately trembled one after another, obviously shaken by the anger of these words.
He is a dignified contemporary leader of Peach Shinto. He has been practicing for more than hundreds of years, and his understanding of the way of nature and fate is almost like reading the lines on his palm.
The yellow-haired kid in front of me is just a Taoist priest. What qualifications do he have to comment on his practice?
Boom boom boom!
With just a thought, the power of his soul began to change, and turned into a huge hand at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
"boom!"
Infinite and inexplicable power seemed to manifest in the void, and the lines on the palm seemed to be filled with countless complicated emotions.
Just one breath suppressed the huge underground palace that was gradually rising into the sky, causing countless rocks and sand to shake suddenly.
"Seven Gods Demon Puppet, sacrifice!"
As soon as the huge hand appeared, strong winds surged from all around, and Yuan Lizheng's voice instantly became extremely sinister and low.
Woohoo!
Sounds like the low sounds of evil ghosts suddenly came from all directions, as if the pain and fear in the world were completely condensed in this palm.
If you look closely at this palm, you can see that there are actually seven fingers condensed in shape. Each one looks like a strange doll, opening and closing its mouth, which is extremely weird.
Peach Shinto, the seven great idols, all appeared together!
This Yuan Lizheng said disdainful and angry words, but when he took action, he used all his strength!
"The pain of the seven emotions, the pain of the six desires."
Duan Zhen's heart jumped suddenly when he saw the giant palms transformed by these seven puppets, and he felt countless negative emotions suddenly arise deep in his mind.
Birth, old age, illness, death, greed, anger, ignorance, resentment, separation from love, failure to seek...
All the pain and fear surged out, as if turning into a giant net from which he could not escape, rushing towards his four limbs, seven apertures, five internal organs, and eight extraordinary meridians!
These thoughts of pain and fear seemed to annihilate his soul and sink his thoughts!
"There is still a lot missing, far from enough."
But at this moment, Duan Zhen shook his head slightly, and his raised palms still maintained the upward posture.
There was only a trace of confusion in his eyes, which quickly turned into clarity without even taking a breath.
Boom boom boom!
A huge roaring sound suddenly exploded, and the seven-fingered puppet palm lying across the head hole immediately exploded with seven red blood holes. The scattered power of the soul rushed around, evolving into scenes of chaotic airflow with black mist. !
And this huge underground palace that was blocked by its solidification rose up again!
Without the obstruction of the giant palm, the entire underground palace finally seemed to have broken through the barrier, and was pushed to the ground by Duan Zhen's palm!
"How is it possible? How can it have no impact?!"
Dust filled the sky and rushed up to the vast clear sky a hundred feet high, and Yuan Lizheng's soul exploded uncontrollably. It was obviously a backlash in his mind and his thoughts were seriously damaged.
But after all, he was a ghost and immortal in the Four Tribulations. In just an instant, he reorganized his soul again.
But at this moment, the entire underground palace was pushed up to the ground, and even kept rising, as if it was about to be lifted up into the sky and crashed into the depths of the thunder clouds!
"This little pain is not enough for me to solve the tribulation in the past."
At this moment, Duan Zhen stared at Yuan Lizheng and his tone became a little distant.
Peach Shinto's method of absorbing the pain of the seven emotions and the fear of the six desires of all living beings is actually not weak, and it is also quite beneficial to the condensation of the soul.
It only benefits oneself and harms others.
By torturing a person to the point of mental collapse and self-destruction, one can extract the purest thoughts from them. This thought is like what the world calls evil ghosts and resentful spirits, extremely pure.
After all, all the victims suffered unspeakable suffering during their lifetimes, and with a little emotional interference, this idea can be maximized.
The palms of the seven puppets that changed just now are all the pain and fear of others that Yuan Lizheng has accumulated over the years!
The number of people alone is tens of thousands!
As soon as he appeared, even Duan Zhen couldn't help but be confused for a moment.
But no matter how sudden this power is, it doesn't stop there.
Not to mention the pain of inner demons when breaking through to the middle stage of the fourth level, even the Nine Netherworld Fire Burning Soul of Blood Nerve is even slightly more painful than the pain caused by these seven dolls.
Yuan Lizheng thought that Duan Zhen was just a young man who had just entered Taoism and could not bear this kind of mental pain, so he used this extremely evil technique to break Duan Zhen's Taoist heart.
But in fact, during this journey of cultivation, Duan Zhen suffered far more suffering than others. How could this little power be able to impact it?
"you…"
Yuan Lizheng was swept away by Duan Zhen's distant gaze, but an inexplicable chill surged into his soul.
He had high enough regard for Duan Zhen. After hearing the news, he immediately ran away and even used incense to summon the Peach God to help.
But he didn't expect that this young man would follow him all the way into the underground palace. Did he think he had attached himself to the spy before he came?
After his body was shattered by Duan Zhen, he immediately used the strongest blow he could hit at the moment. Unexpectedly, he was still broken instantly, and his own soul was also shaken away.
It's not that he doesn't pay enough attention, but Duan Zhen's performance is too terrifying!
This is not a boy worthy of fourteen or five years old at all!
I'm afraid Qian Lingxu wasn't so tyrannical back then!
"I admit defeat, just kill me."
At this moment, Yuan Lizheng was so disheartened that he surrendered without any resistance.
"Kill you?"
But Duan Zhen suddenly smiled, as if he was surprised by the other party's words:
"For hundreds of years, you have tortured and killed countless people. How can you just kill you and expose them?"
"Then what do you want to do? I am the body of a ghost, immortal, and soul of the Four Tribulations. How can a little torture hurt me?"
Yuan Lizheng couldn't help but sneer when he saw that Duan Zhen didn't want to kill him directly.
"Of course I know that you are a ghost and immortal, and you are not afraid of the pain of ordinary people..."
Duan Zhen shook his head slightly, pressed down his palm, and froze the entire underground palace in mid-air.
Immediately, he grabbed Yuan Lizheng's soul body with his big hand:
"But I have a technique. Although it is not as evil as the Peach God's magic, it is specifically designed to torture the soul. I don't dare to say anything else. It will definitely satisfy you for at least three hundred years from now on. Let's go, your skills The promoted Clan Master Zhou is also waiting for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Zhen waved his palm to support the entire huge underground palace, cut through the air, and flew away in the direction he came from.
"In the next three hundred years, I will be satisfied..."
Hearing these words, Yuan Lizheng's spiritual body couldn't help but shudder, as if he had seen what kind of horrific torture he would suffer in the future.
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