My understanding is against the heavens, I create a family of villains with longevity.

On the stone table.

The second object is still a book.

The entire book is made of soft sheepskin, with a dark blue vertical eye drawn on the red cover.

Deep, cold, evil, stiff, twisted, crazy.

There are no words to describe this dark blue vertical eye.

When Chen Zhixing looked at the parchment book, the vertical eyes on the book looked at Chen Zhixing strangely.

Next to the vertical eye, there are three ancient characters - the path of pain - scrawled in an extremely scrawled manner.

Chen Zhixing's eyes narrowed slightly, why did this book appear here?

"The Path of Pain" is not so much a book as it is an evil book.

The practice content of this exercise is very simple. As long as you feel pain, you will gain strength.

The deeper the pain, the greater the power you can gain!

The creator of this technique has been unable to be traced. Even in the game "Great Practice" in the previous life, the origin of this technique was not explained.

However, many players of the "Great Practice" game in the previous life speculated that the creator of this technique was most likely the original ancient snake in ancient times, also known as the snake that entwines the world, the snake of pain, and the snake of immortality.

Chen Zhixing agreed with this speculation.

Because by practicing this technique, the cultivation achieved is like a duckweed without roots, no need to practice, no need to breathe in and out.

The power comes as if out of thin air.

In Chen Zhixing's view, only the power of belief in the evil god can achieve all this.

This technique seems very simple to practice, but only Chen Zhixing knows how terrifying this technique is.

If Chen Zhixing remembers correctly, in the early story background of "The Great Practice", there was a man named A Liang who practiced this method.

At first, A Liang's pain was easily satisfied.

The simplest self-mutilation can bring him pain.

But people can become numb.

As self-injury is repeated, there is a diminishing effect on pain.

Until the end, ordinary self-mutilation could no longer bring the slightest satisfaction to Aliang.

then.

He cut off his ears, gouged out his eyes, and flattened his nose.

He crushed his own bones into pieces inch by inch, and then grew them back again thanks to the immortal recovery ability of the Pain Path. Then he started over and over again.

Cut off the fingers and extract the bones!

Gouge your eyes and cut your tongue!

Broken limbs, shattered spine!

Peel it! Lingchi! Car cracked! Crushed skull!

Plant poisonous poison in the body and let the poisonous insects bite the flesh and blood every day!

He has used almost all the terrible tortures in the world on himself!

However, with diminishing marginal effects, when these tortures can no longer cause him pain.

He then changed his gaze from physical pain to psychological pain.

A Liang killed his father and his mother. The more people he cared about died in his hands, and the more miserable the death was, the more painful it was for him!

He watched helplessly as a fire burned his parents to ashes.

My parents were wailing in pain in the fire, like a dying maggot, constantly twisting their bodies.

A Liang cried and laughed so much that his liver and gallbladder burst with laughter, and he cried so much that his heart hurt.

At that moment, he understood.

There are no obstacles on his path of cultivation!

He once again gained the power of heaven and earth!

At the end, when there is no one around to kill.

A Liang sealed his memory and married a gentle and kind-hearted woman in the mortal world. They got married and had children.

For ten years, A Liang and the gentle woman lived a life where men farmed and women weaved, caring for their husbands and raising their children.

In these ten years, he has never been happier.

His wife is virtuous and gentle, and loves him very much.

The child is smart and smart. Every time he staggers towards him and calls his father with babbling sounds, he feels that he is the happiest person in the world.

therefore.

He cooked his wife and children alive into a pot of meat.

that moment.

He was in pain like a thousand cuts, and the pain was so painful that his soul was torn apart.

At that moment, his cultivation reached its peak.

His thoughts gradually converged.

Chen Zhixing came back to his senses and silently looked at the evil book "The Path of Pain" in front of him.

That evil and crazy vertical eye was also staring at him coldly.

Although this technique is powerful, Chen Zhixing has no intention of practicing it.

He didn't want to believe in an evil god and end up becoming a monster that was neither human nor ghost.

But Chen Zhixing is also unwilling to leave it here to others.

next moment.

He waved his right hand and put this method into his sleeve.

Then, Chen Zhixing looked at the third item on the stone table.

It was a pale mask.

Between the eyebrows of the mask, there is a scarlet 'cross' engraved on it!

"White Ten Mask?"

Chen Zhixing reached out and picked up the mask. It felt cold to the touch, and the traces of invisible breath blocked out all his spiritual exploration.

"This thing is quite good."

Chen Zhixing's eyes lit up. This mask was made of Necromantic Stone and could block out any prying eyes from the mind.

In the future, if there are certain things that make it difficult for him to act, he can wear this mask to facilitate his actions.

next moment.

"There are still five days left, so there is no need to be too anxious."

Chen Zhixing sat down cross-legged, took out the volume of "Nine Divine Laws" in his hand, and began to read it carefully.

In the blink of an eye.

Four days passed.

The trial place of the Ziwei Chen family became more and more intense as the trial came to an end.

On a lake.

Chen Zhaosheng stood in the water with a cold expression.

Around him, a total of eight Chen family disciples who were in the Void Realm surrounded him layer by layer, blocking his retreat.

"Chen Zhaosheng, hand over your bracelet and we will give you a decent look!"

"Yes, you occupy too many bracelets by yourself. By acting like this, are you trying to eliminate all of us?"

"Master, I only need one bracelet and I'll leave now!"

"Eldest Young Master, if the eight of us join forces, even if it is you, you are no match for us, right?"

A disciple of the Chen family who was nearly twenty years old shouted one after another.

Chen Zhaosheng put his hands behind his back and said expressionlessly:

"No matter how many ants there are, how can they kill an elephant?"

As soon as he said this, the eight Chen family disciples, who were much older than Chen Zhaosheng, all changed their expressions and shouted:

"Stubborn!"

"Young Master, don't blame us for bullying the younger ones today!"

"Young Master, I can't help myself today!"

"Do it!"

"superior!!"

In an instant, these eight Chen family disciples stepped forward and rushed towards Chen Zhaosheng at the same time.

"Lord chicken and dog."

Chen Zhaosheng's eyes showed contempt, and an aura of transparency instantly erupted with him as the center!

A storm breaks out!

The water in the lake exploded!

The splashing and sparkling water reflected the scene of Chen Zhaosheng fighting with eight people!

boom--! ! !

A series of royal lines spread from Chen Zhaosheng's back, covering his whole body in an instant.

Chen Zhaosheng's black hair danced wildly, and the divine light in his eyes skyrocketed, as if the Son of God from the Nine Heavens had descended. At first glance, he looked more like a god than a human being.

Bang bang bang!

Light and shadow intersect, moving around!

Only half a stick of incense time.

The lake returned to calm.

Eight children of the Chen family fainted and died in the lake, rising and falling with the water.

Chen Zhaosheng, with his black hair hanging down, stood alone on the water.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, with a flash of heat in his eyes.

"My dear brother, where are you?"

"How long are you going to avoid me?"

There will be a chapter later.

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