What does it feel like to be stirred up by the soul? The world is spinning, the internal organs are burning, and the pain is so painful... Ningxia thought that life is the most painful, at least for her, it is really unbearable.

Pain usually comes from the body, and physical pain is often unbearable, let alone synesthesia from the soul.

The body and the soul are two different beings, independent of each other but interdependent. If one of the two is missing, then the person is not considered alive, so the two are closely related and inseparable.

The body is in the form, the soul is in the void. The former can be seen with the naked eye and touched with it, while the latter is illusory and unspeakable. Therefore, in human society, generally speaking, the extinction of the body is the end of life. As for something illusory as the soul, it is difficult for ordinary people to investigate their whereabouts, and they are just legends.

However, monks are not ordinary people. There is probably no one in the human community who knows better what kind of existence the soul is than them. In the world of cultivation, even the introductory monks know the importance of the soul, and ignorantly improve this internal power through the accumulation of practice.

However, although I know a little more than ordinary people, I dare not say that I have completely mastered the mystery of the soul.

Ningxia is one of the general public. Her understanding of the soul is at best at the modern concept "conscious subject".

Why does this kind of thing hurt even without entity? Ningxia couldn't believe it before and had no chance to experience it. However, she is in the world of cultivation. After several years of her life, she can say with certainty that her soul will really hurt and hurt, and it will only be more severe than the physical damage.

Previously, she had experienced different degrees of soul damage in various adventures, including linear, collision and even tear. To be honest, each has its own "taste", and all she has survived is Han paper.

However, compared with the current incident, it is simply the difference between drizzle and downpour. Ningxia wants to say... no, she doesn't want to say it, she really feels that it's good to die like this for a moment.

Ningxia once watched a movie in modern times, where there was a black technology that could quantize the human body and move it out of thin air to another place just like the network transmitting data.

At that time, many children thought this was cool, but this did not include her. Her first thought at that time was... God, if something went wrong with the transportation route, would the person who came out be missing or would have his head and body directly tied around.

At that time, a layer of fear arose in her heart, which was fear of the unknown and fear of breaking up human existence against morality. She didn't understand why they had this idea and why everyone was looking forward to this technology.

Isn't it good to be honest? You have to change the nature of your species to cater to the so-called research.

Is the existence that is successfully transmitted through a certain "network" after quantization is really a human being? Who can guarantee that the body after it is released will be occupied by some inhuman consciousness? Who knows that such a method that violates human ethics will eventually bring new technology or destruction to mankind?

Ningxia is not a question about the spirit of scientific research, but it is difficult to understand the idea that "everything can be serrated".

Of course, it is also possible that she is just a plain person. She is not a philosopher, and she really can't argue one, two, three or four reasons that can convince people.

But now, until this moment, she seems to be able to really say a word, one, two, three, four, five. Because at this moment she is objectively encountering a "quantization" in the world of cultivation.

Is the density of human souls high or spiritual power high? Ningxia said that she is really qualified to express her feelings at this moment. Of course... the density of spiritual power is high!!!

Why is this thing so tough? Ningxia is almost crying.

After staking her torrent of spiritual power, Ningxia felt that her soul had been "scrubbed" inside and outside. These spiritual powers that once brought her infinite power and gave her the overwhelming power, revealing its majestic inner world at this moment.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is born from the natural power of heaven and earth. Why do humans think they can drive it at will? From beginning to end, they are just the monks who think they themselves think.

They originated from heaven and earth, and were summoned by the human body to descend to the body, flowing along their spiritual veins, unknowingly transforming the meridians of the monks, and step by step advancing the barriers and potential of the mortal body. All monks start by acquiring more spiritual power.

But who can say that he has really refined spiritual power? If the so-called refining is to incorporate it into the spiritual vein, guiding it to run in a fixed meridian route, and expanding the potential of the body step by step, then it has indeed done so.

But is this the refining? It is refined, but where does "transformation" start? The spiritual power cannot be transformed at all. This is simply a kind of power that cannot be truly refined. Otherwise, the monks would not easily transform it into force to bomb the enemy.

From beginning to end, spiritual power is just a force that "parasitic" in the human body and is interdependent with monks.

The moment she rushed into the spiritual power group, Ningxia could even feel the struggle of every inch of her "skin". But the power of her soul was so fragile and unable to struggle in front of her spiritual power. She was drowned in the thorns of spiritual power, which was just a small ball of spiritual power in her body.

She was powerless, helpless, and had nowhere to escape. At this moment, all the comfort, support and strength turned into ashes in this overwhelming pain.

But she can no longer escape.

From the moment she decided to devote herself to this pain, she was destined to bear this pain. This was her own way.

Her current state is the most suitable one to describe as the big waves of sand. She is the spread of sand. She is overturned again and again in the strong wave, grinding into the most suitable shape, and barely gathering in the next wave. Later, she didn't know what she had become.

No one knows if the sand hurts, but she really hurts now.

When will this endless pain end?

Why is it so painful? Her consciousness can still be so clear? Experience all the pain and process clearly, and be clearly immersed in this vast wave of spiritual power. This terrible feeling is enough to destroy a person's will, because you cannot predict when this pain will end.

Now, the only thing that made her feel relieved was probably that someone was still with her.

She is not alone. She knows it.

The man held her shoulder and comforted her softly, although she had no time to distract herself from listening. Her warm fingertips pinched her shoulders, and tightly flowed into her chest little by little along her palms, comforting her panic-free heart.

Calling with words, every byte carries the power of faith, and the other party seems to be able to overcome all difficulties even if she can overcome them...even if she doesn't even know whether to survive it.
Chapter completed!