Lu Pingyuan thought that the guy who suddenly launched a sneak attack on him must have come with a certain clear purpose, but it turned out that he and Zimu's intentions were not clear. This was something he did not expect.
He couldn't help but raise his eyes and take a closer look at the person squatting in front of him. The other party covered his face, obviously not wanting to reveal his identity. However, such a small trick as masking is really naive for cultivators. This doesn't require any special powers. Chong Zhi Po's sixth level of perception is enough to see clearly the facial features behind a thin layer of cloth. As for the mask of the Kaiyang Peak Dark Walker, it is made of a special material and is different from ordinary rags.
Lu Ping didn't understand much about this. He couldn't use the power of soul at the moment, so naturally he couldn't see the true face behind the mask. But just staring at the other person's eyes caused him a burst of displeasure.
"I don't like your look very much." The other party said, and the right hand that was placed on the wound on Lu Ping's left leg suddenly squeezed Lu Ping's wound hard.
However, none of the screams and struggles he expected came, and Lu Ping didn't even frown.
"Can't you tell, kid? He's still a tough guy?" the other party said, applying more force to his hands. However, Lu Ping remained indifferent. He even looked down at the wound where the flesh was pinched until the flesh turned to pieces, but he still didn't show any pain. look.
Does it hurt?
Of course, doing this is like adding salt to the wound, which naturally makes it twice as painful. Lu Ping's feelings are not dull.
He only felt sorry for the other person. After escaping from the organization for three years, he is still no stranger to pain tolerance. After all, it was something that had been with him almost every day since he could remember. He did not die, he endured all kinds of pain with amazing perseverance. At that time, his soul power was also imprisoned; at that time, he was even younger than he is now; at that time, the pain he experienced was more than a hundred times stronger than now.
Does this hurt?
If the situation hadn't been so pessimistic, Lu Ping would have smiled sincerely.
The other party also stopped in doubt. He was not surprised that he could hold back the pain, but he couldn't understand someone like Lu Ping who acted calmly and calmly as if nothing had happened.
"I have at least a hundred ways to torture people. Some of them are completely unimaginable to you," the other person said.
Lu Ping almost laughed when he heard such remarks.
One hundred kinds? is it a lot?
The pain I have endured is so numerous that I am too lazy to count it.
"So you'd better be honest." When the other party said this, Lu Ping didn't even bother to look at him.
"It seems that I need to let you know the real pain." The other party said. He raised his hand again, but this time it was no longer the superficial method of squeezing the wound. A force of soul shot out from the opponent's fingertips and penetrated directly into Lu Ping's wound. Then, he began to appreciate the change in Lu Ping's expression.
Lu Ping frowned slightly.
This pain. It is indeed much stronger than the pain caused by the flesh and blood body before. It is indeed the kind of damage that only cultivators can cause.
But...this is right!
This is the type of pain that Lu Ping is familiar with. The organization used him for experiments, and they have always been trying to make a difference in the power of soul. To be honest, Lu Ping suffered less from the hard wounds on his skin like before. Zhengzheng is this kind of more terrifying thing, where the power of soul attacks the body and destroys it. , he has experienced more of the various pains created.
At this time, it is nothing more than this type. It does have to be more uncomfortable, and it really can’t be that calm anymore. However, it’s not that I can’t bear it.
There was a somewhat painful look on Lu Ping's face, which was involuntarily caused by the force of soul attacking his body. As for the opponent, he still didn't want to pay attention to it. He was thinking about whether he could deceive the opponent by pretending to be dead or something. However, Kurai is a cultivator who appears in Beidou Academy, this is a superficial trick. I'm afraid it's useless, right?
"If you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty." The other party saw the painful look on Lu Ping's face and snorted coldly. Raising his hand again, the power of soul that had just penetrated into Lu Ping's body was revealed. Suddenly, it retreated from the original path as if it were a living creature.
"I ask, you answer." The other party reiterated his rule.
"What are you doing here at Jiayun Valley?" It's still the same question.
Lu Ping didn't want to sit back and wait for death. He had been working hard to live. He was still thinking about Su Tang, thinking about Xi Fan, Mo Lin, Teacher Chu Min, and thinking about Guo Youdao's ideal. Thinking about Zhaofeng Academy.
But he really couldn't use his power at this time. It's not like he hadn't tried.
So he decided to tell a lie and use this method to deal with the other party.
"Uh, just take a look around." Lu Ping said.
"I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!" The other party was immediately furious. Lu Ping's very casual lie seemed to him to be contempt and humiliation for himself.
"If you don't tell me, you'll die!" This time, he didn't leave any room behind. He gathered a ball of light with both hands and blasted it at Lu Ping. No more wounds, just such comprehensive and complete damage.
"My patience only has three seconds left." The other party said coldly.
Lu Ping only felt that his whole body was covered by the power of soul, and the pain was stimulating his nerves pervasively.
His face was already a little distorted, and the pain was ten times stronger than before.
If it really doesn't work, Ruoxu can only say it? Lu Ping thought, and at the same time, he was also thinking about whether he could have a more sophisticated lie.
"Time's up." The other party had already said coldly. Three seconds was really fast.
"Go to hell!" the other party said without mercy, turned around and left with unusual determination. He only gave Lu Ping three seconds of chance, and he did what he said.
But... what about the killing move?
Lu Ping looked at his back with some confusion. He was already ready to say something. As a result, the other party suddenly turned around and walked away very resolutely. Soon, in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed out a lot, chasing Zi Mu in the direction he left before.
Did he think that this move was enough to kill him?
The power of soul was still attacking Lu Ping's body, and the blow did not fade just because the other party left. Maybe he just thought that such continuous damage was enough to kill Lu Ping, but Lu Ping really didn't think so.
His seemingly frail physique is extremely capable of withstanding the power of soul. I don't know whether it was developed through years of experiments in the organization, or whether a Sky Awakener with six souls should have such physical fitness.
Anyway, die?
Cutting off Lu Ping's head, a brutal method, would kill him; but Lu Ping might not be able to do this more terrifying supernatural attack that would not be possible unless a cultivator of a certain level could perform it.
He endured the pain and struggled to get up. He looked at the wound on his left leg. The blood was bleeding there, which made him feel more headache.
As for the damage done to the body by the power of soul...
How long has it been the longest you've endured this level of pain? Lu Ping recalled it, and then realized that he really couldn't remember it.
Because it was just an insignificant record, he didn't bother to remember it at all.
Who would have thought that at this moment, the power of soul in his body suddenly changed again. The power of soul that had invaded his whole body suddenly gathered together again and began to release their power in a concentrated manner.
Oh...if that's the case...
Lu Ping felt a little bad, really bad. His body would be torn apart by such an outburst, and his tolerance for damage from the power of soul would no longer play a decisive role.
The only thing that can prevent this kind of damage from happening is the power of courage. Although he couldn't control it, at this time, besides trying again, what else could he do?
Grit your teeth!
Mobilize the power of your soul that has always been disrupted.
There was only one thought in his mind.
He doesn't want to die.
The dean doesn't want him to die either.
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The update at this time is the real me... (To be continued.)
