Li Huowang, who was naked and naked, gasped heavily in pain.

He watched his body crack and close uncontrollably, but he could not do anything about it.

The sweat that flowed out of the pain slid into the flesh and blood cracks, causing Li Huowang's body to twitch in pain.

He had endured severe pains worse than this in the past, but that feeling was a matter of moment, but this feeling always existed and it would become more and more intense.

Bai Lingmiao, who was standing by, tried to help, but no matter whether he was a spirit or a great god, no matter what he invited, it would not have such effect on Li Huowang.

Li Huowang knew it was useless, just because this torture came from Siming Bali. In his eyes, these cats and dogs could not withstand anything.

As the level of progress continues to increase, the body's sensitivity increases at the beginning and the healing ability improves.

But it is obvious that Ba Wei is no longer just waiting for himself torture himself, he has to start to torture himself.

It is rumored that after reaching a certain level, it will become Ba Feng's heart, and he seems to be getting closer.

Judging from the current situation, I am afraid that when Ba Wei’s heart is truly Pan, the pain in his body will not stop for a moment and will be wrapped in pain.

"What? Do you want to compete with Ji Disaster? You are not giving up?" Li Huowang asked at the severe pain on his body at this moment.

As a feeling, the pain naturally did not respond. Li Huowang sat there talking to himself, and his consciousness was tortured by the continuous severe pain.

Fortunately, this feeling did not last long. After two incense sticks, the cracked wound on Li Huowang's body quickly closed.

"I will take a rest." Li Huowang, who was tortured by severe pain, lay back and fell asleep immediately. He was so tired.

Bai Lingmiao leaned over and looked at Li Huowang at this moment, and felt heartbroken. She brought a basin of warm water, put the towel and handkerchief in and took it out, and then wringed it hard, and began to wipe Li Huowang's body.

In just a moment, the wound on Li Huowang's body had scabbed and fell down as Bai Lingmiao wiped it.

Li Sui's tentacles reached out from behind, sucked up all the blood scabs with a suction cup and slowly pulled them back. After a while, Bai Lingmiao heard the crackling sound behind him.

After washing his feet with Li Huowang, Bai Lingmiao covered Li Huowang with a quilt, turned around and prepared to go out.

"Suisui, your father is very tired today. Please sleep with him and take good care of him and don't let others disturb him."

"Okay." The graceful Li Sui walked to the bed and opened her cherry mouth. Her wriggling tentacles emerged from it and quickly drilled into Li Huowong's quilt.

When Bai Lingmiao turned around and walked out of the room as if she was wearing clothes.

"Li Huowang is now suffering. If this trouble is not removed, I am afraid that this severe pain will be with him for the rest of his life."

Hearing the words of the two gods in his mind, Bai Lingmiao continued to walk forward silently.

Soon she walked into a somewhat crowded alley. Lotus was hung on the wooden doors of the alley, and there were many magic banners hanging under the eaves. This was the place of the White Lotus Sect.

All beings under the White Lotus are equal. There are no poor and blessed people who can stay here, only the devout believers of the White Lotus.

Through some unclosed cracks, you can even see a group of people lying on the ground silently kneeling on the ground.

Anyone who came from opposite Bai Lingmiao stood respectfully and stood by him.

Soon she came to a hall full of candles. In the center of the hall, there was a white-lighted lotus, illuminating the whole room like daytime.

Bai Lingmiao came to the front of the cunt, knelt down on his knees, closed his hands and prayed silently at the Bailian. "The compassionate mother Wusheng, I pray that you can help Brother Li escape from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible."

The light of the white lotus began to change slightly, and something seemed to have happened and nothing seemed to have changed.

After praying silently for a long time, Bai Lingmiao looked at Bai Lian and opened his eyes, "Disciple voluntarily abandoned everything to serve and worship you for the rest of his life. I hope that the mother of Wusheng will accept us mercifully."

"I am willing to recite scriptures for you thousands of times, sincerely and respectfully, and recite them."

"But you have promised your disciple that if you plot against this matter, I will make you regret it."

After saying this softly, Bai Lingmiao bowed and kowtowed to the talisman again.

The white lotus suddenly shone brightly, and a light shot into Bai Lingmiao's eyebrows. Soon she felt a kind of compassionate emotion, and there was no other emotion in her heart.

In the vast white world, Bai Lingmiao seemed to see something. It was Li Huowang, the very abstract and distorted Li Huowang.

Soon a bloody color surged on his left side, and another Li Huowang emerged from his palm on his right side. This Li Huowang was very strange. He had no back, both front and back.

Li Huowang and Blood-colored on both sides pulled Li Huowang in the middle and began to exert force. As the pulling became stronger and stronger, Li Huowang was eventually pulled into both sides by both sides.

As Bai Lingmiao woke up from his dream, she immediately understood what Wusheng's mother expressed to her.

This seems to be a prophecy or some revelation. Li Huowang can no longer use the magic of the Nestorian of the Aoi, especially he cannot reach the ranks. If he continues, he may really become two halves!

"Thank you, Dashan, Daci Wusheng's mother, for your advice. I thank you." Bai Lingmiao said, and knelt down and bowed a few times again, then stood up and walked towards Li Huowang's bedroom.

But just as she walked out of the alley, she saw the haggard face of Lu Xiucai walking towards her.

"Master's wife." He lowered his head to Bai Lingmiao.

Seeing his left hand with two fingers broken, Bai Lingmiao said, "Don't use Daqianlu anymore, and left in a hurry."

After watching Bai Lingmiao leave, Lu Xiucai walked into a bungalow in the alley, respectfully picked up three incense sticks, bowed to the white lotus on the wall, and inserted it into the incense burner. Then he crawled in front of the painting without moving.

"Disciple Lu Xiucai has thought about it. He will never marry or live for life, no longer get any meat or fish, and will not touch gold and silver. He is willing to suffer three disasters and three disasters for Wusheng's mother by his body."

After he finished speaking, a middle-aged aunt came out of the corner of the wall. She was Lian Zhibei, who had found Bai Lingmiao.

She stripped Lu Xiucai's clothes and exposed his scarred back.

Just in front of the lotus portrait, he began to take out a tattoo needle and tattooed it on his back.

It felt that the color was a little light, so Lian Zhibei rubbed the white lotus in the mural with a tattoo needle, and then tattooed Lu Xiucai.
Chapter completed!