"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

After the cost of the appraisal was paid... Song Shuhang forcibly interrupted the secret method of appraisal.

In this way, the identification failed.

[Very good, that's it...] Song Shuhang endured the severe pain and said intimately.

If the identification is successful, it will be bad.

This mysterious senior didn't want to reveal his information and origin at all. If Song Shuhang accidentally identified some information, maybe in the end, the senior had to choose to kill someone to silence him.

Song Shuhang also doesn't want the identity and information of this senior - he just wants to identify the price paid by the secret method.

Then, enjoy the ultimate wonderful pain in the world with me, senior! After Song Shuhang's figure gathered, he returned to human form and looked at the position of the boy.

Under such severe pain, he could no longer hold on. I wonder how this senior is in his condition?

opposite.

Bang~~

The boy was furious, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, the picture was extremely bloody and needed to be coded.

Song Shuhang: "..."

how so?

After the secret method of identification was identified, it should be logical that the "pain" would only be shared with this mysterious senior. Why did he explode? This is not consistent with the content of the bet?

While thinking, the flesh and bones were quickly recovering and turning into a boy like light flowing backwards at the same time.

"Hiss~~" The boy could no longer keep his smile, and he kept gasping.

He simultaneously felt the severe pain of the "secret method of identification". This severe pain directly acts on the soul and cannot defend against it, so he can only grit his teeth and hold on.

However, the betting ceremony has not yet given a result.

Both Song Shuhang and the young man were still gritting their teeth and persevering, not crying.

Under the rules of this betting ceremony, Song Shuhang and the young man, as long as they cry, whether in smoke or in a state of shattering, they will be judged as failure whenever they seep out of their eyes.

"What kind of self-harm technique are you doing? It's terrible." The boy gritted his teeth.

Song Shuhang replied without thinking: "My aunt's secret."

The true name of the secret technique naturally cannot be told to this mysterious senior, so as not to arouse suspicion from his senior. Moreover, he did not identify any information.

After saying that, Song Shuhang slowly squatted down with his huge belly, and then chose a scientific angle to lie down on his side so that he would not press down on his big belly.

Finally, he curled up into a ball, gritted his teeth and trembled, and his lips turned purple. However, Song Shuhang was ready. He took out a white handkerchief from his bracelet, folded it up tremblingly, stuffed it into his mouth, and gritted his teeth. He endured the severe pain in his mind like waves and the pain of pregnancy and childbirth in October.

"Ahhhh~ah~" In addition to the betting ceremony, the Fairy of Creation seized the opportunity and let out four screams from Song's family.

The beauty of Meritor Snake slapped the tip of her tail on the ground with a hard slap. She was half a step late and didn't pinch it any better.

She is worthy of being her lifelong rival, Fairy of Creation.

Opposite the boy also followed Song Shuhang's appearance, slowly laying down on his side, gritting his teeth and trembling.

"What tricks do you have? Just use them." The young man said while trembling.

Song Shuhang: "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Hei Pi Yu Rouzi blinked and translated: "Senior Song is saying, "Senior, please use whatever tricks you have, don't be pity him."

"Haha, it seems that you have reached the limit. Then, lose for me." The boy trembled and pointed his hand at Song Shuhang: "In the end, do you believe in the next life?"

"I didn't believe this before, but now I believe it." Song Shuhangdao.

Many bigwigs in the world of cultivators have the secret method of "reincarnation and reincarnation". As long as they are not dead, they will have the chance to start over. There are even many techniques for taking over the body of the Demon Sect.

"No... Actually, there is no next life in the heavens and all worlds. Despair - cut off the mystery of the next life." The young man trembled and reached out and slapped at Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang only felt a little cold on his body, and then... he felt nothing.

On the contrary, the young man suddenly turned blue and his whole body was covered with chills - this was the backlash of the failure of the spell. After a moment, the backlash of the failure of the spell was also synchronized to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang felt cold all over, but it was still within a range that could be withstood.

Song Shuhang: "Mmmmm?"

"Don't make noise, I want to be alone." The boy gritted his teeth.

The beauty of Merit Snake's eyes lit up: "Who is Jingjing?"

"..." The boy looked up at the sky and almost cried when he was angry.

"Senior, what was your spell just now? Did it fail when it acted on me?" Song Shuhang asked tremblingly with a trembling handbag.

The spells that the senior used on him just now made him care a lot.

Because the name of that martial art is quite awesome - cutting off the mystery of the next life, it sounds like cutting off the descendants.

"Do you really believe in the next life?" The boy looked up and said, "Believe in the next life and bear this spell, and you will see the illusion of despair that has been erased one by one in the next life."

Song Shuhang trembled: "I really believe it."

"Do you think you will have a next life?" the boy asked again with a blue face.

Song Shuhang thought about it and said in a trembling voice: "I don't know, actually... I have only been practicing for more than half a year and I don't have a concept of the next life. I feel that if I continue practicing all the way, if possible, I, like most fellow Taoists, hope that I can go further on the road of cultivation, and preferably to the point of immortality... Although I have ideals and dreams, as a monk, I always have to have a goal. In addition, I always feel that if I fail, there should be only one way to "death and disappearance."

Because the practice time is still short, he has not considered such a long time in the "next life". Just like a teenager, it is difficult for him to imagine what his mood is like "old and old is about to die".

Also, every time he confronts the Heavenly Tribulation boss in a variety of ways, he always feels that once he fails, he will never have the chance to make a comeback, and he will only die.

As he spoke, Song Shuhang's body shook even harder, and he felt that he could hardly hold on.

"Your awareness is really not low." The corners of the boy's mouth twitched.

After a while.

The boy suddenly noticed a small question: "How long have you been practicing?"

"It's been more than half a year, senior." Song Shuhang replied honestly, "No, the pain in his soul surged in waves, and tears in his eyes couldn't help but come out.

"Haha, do you think this can stimulate me? It's so naive." The boy struggled to sit up, and he stretched out his hand to the third eye between his eyebrows and said: "Come on, under my third eye, everything will be invisible."

On the third eye, a light fell on Song Shuhang.

After a while.
Chapter completed!