Chapter 63 What are we talking about when we talk about purity?

Author: Going to Winter

Chapter 63 What are we talking about when we talk about purity?

"Because..." Yi Cha subconsciously looked into his arms, with two asymmetrical eyes - one dark and the other fiery red looking at him.

The girl held his shirt with one hand and hugged his neck with the other. He had no memory of when she put her two hands in that position.

"Because of what?" She said in two very different voices, one gloomy and the other puzzled.

Wow!!!!

impact.

He felt that one side of his body was pressed against rough, temperatureless metal.

Click.

inward.

His face overlapped with the gray-black door.

It's like falling headfirst into the ocean from a height of 100,000 meters. After some buffering, you are still photographed on the ocean floor covered with barnacles.

Then you have to put it on.

Yicha held on to the girl by the horns, and he held on to himself with one hand.

They were passing through an unopenable door as thick as a city wall.

Half of the eyes were hidden in the door.

He's going to be crushed.

The pain of having the body forcibly stripped away in its fresh state almost exceeds the sum of all the opposite joys.

He desperately directed his will to grab the girl's shoulder with his fingers, and he didn't know if he had caught it or not. All the touch, hearing, and vision became very expensive at this moment, and he couldn't afford any of them.

Pain takes over all feelings.

He walked through the gray-black, heavy door, which passed through him sharply. He could feel all the internal organs scraping against the rough metal like oyster shells, and every cell was squeezed and screamed.

He almost yelled, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't make any sound at all.

Penetrating pain.

tearing pain.

Dismemberment pain.

All the nerves betrayed him and each other. They stabbed each other with knives, they slapped each other in the face with hot pokers, they chopped each other from shoulder to thigh.

The overwhelming pain twisted every joint of his body, and then twisted it in the opposite direction. Speed, gravity, and bubbles all disappeared from his consciousness.

He felt like his spine was cracking on both sides.

Don't faint. Catch her. Don't faint. Catch her. Hold on for one more second. Hold on for one more second. Is will energy energy?

Yi Cha grasped this distracting life-saving straw in the turbulence of countless thoughts that were torn into rags, and thought hard about this problem.

Is will energy?

Scratch.

Scratch.

Scratch - rub.

Pop, tap, pop.

It's hard to describe what this feels like -

He seemed to have suddenly fallen into a pile of cotton from a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.

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"Dear travelers, you may not believe that although Chaos Hell has 'Chaos' in its name, it is one of the purest places in the world.

This is not sensational.

I will ask a question here:

When we talk about ‘purity’, what are we talking about?

Generally speaking, we are talking about the unified natural scenery of Chaos Hell, and the artificial constructions that have no rules but can't help but resemble each other.

The first purpose of everything is to sensationalize and create trouble, but practicality takes a back seat.

Also, don't forget the rare and extremely pure population distribution - 90% of them are demons.

Perhaps even the demons who have been in it for millions of years don't realize that it is their chaotic behavior like headless flies that forms a macroscopic harmony.

Yes.

Like angels, I would call demons pure creatures.

Although they are one of the intelligent creatures, it is difficult for them to have a true intention in their lives, and when they have one, they will usually act according to their own intention without reservation, even if it makes them look bad in the eyes of others.

Look like a fool.

For example: biting off the water flow, breaking the clouds, eating everything with "pickled" in the name, forming emeralds out of wheat, making the virtual images in the mind come true, and trying to find a universal algorithm that can be used to determine

Whether an arbitrary Diophantine equation has an integer solution, thus solving this type of problem once and for all.

When we talk about purity, my friends, we are talking about stupid things like this."

——"A Comprehensive Guide to the Nine Planes·Overview·Chaos Hell"

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They threw themselves into Comenity. Comenity surrounded them. The body had left the door. Only the soul could enter.

Yicha rolled to his feet...and floated.

He realized that his right hand was holding a thin arm. A red-skinned arm. The arm of a girl with horns. Looking up, he saw a delicate and lovely face.

There was no time to observe the environment, and all I saw was a black figure running away quickly into the distance.

The soul that was separated from the Son of Chaos.

Yi Cha quickly caught up and grabbed it with his left hand on his waist. He touched the thin thing. His guess was correct, this thing was not a pure entity, and he had brought it in.

Swish——

The bright red tail whip was pulled out from the waist, and with a pull, it drew a beautiful arc, and the long snake rushed towards the black figure like an attack.

The heart shape at the end of the tail poked into the black shadow's back.

Yi Chabian jumped into pursuit and with a flick of his wrist, the whip body instantly bent into a noose in the air and headed towards the black shadow.

Just as he was about to be tied up, the black shadow suddenly sneered, curled up into a ball and smashed downwards. This time it changed direction, and the long whip couldn't catch him, and the black shadow instantly submerged half of its body into the ground.

Yi Cha quickly flashed to that location - using the method of flashing with his body before, but he flashed first anyway.

The flicker was not as flexible as before - he could clearly feel that it was not moving instantly, but drawing a trajectory in the air.

He still threw himself in front of the black shadow with only one head left.

The long whip is rolled into a ball, and then the ball is hammered.

Almost at the same moment, the black shadow connected to the ground, and a huge pile was scooped up by the roots.

Click.

The lump of unknown material was squeezed into a ball, and the black stuff was sandwiched in between like the fillings of a sesame pie, making a noise like a mouse being caught.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yi Cha saw the girl with horns standing next to him, stretching out her hand in a "pinching" motion.

He shook off the whip, circled the entire sphere, tied it tightly like wrapping a gift, pulled it back, and held it in his hand - the entire sphere was about the size of a human head.

The black shadow rushed left and right in the whip cage, but could not escape the restriction. It huddled miserably in the center.

"Who are you?" Yi Cha asked towards the black figure.

The only answers he received were breathless laughter and silence.

"Do you know who he is?" He turned around and asked the girl with horns beside him, noticing that her eyes had returned to a beautiful orange-red color like a flame.

The girl looked at him intently with bright eyes, "Are you okay?"

That should mean I don’t know. Just think about it.

"It's okay. How are you?"

He did notice that the terrible pain had disappeared, and raised his other hand to subconsciously wipe away the sweat.
To be continued...