Every time he regained consciousness, Wang Luo would be tortured to the point of unconsciousness by the unparalleled stinging pain. Then he regained consciousness again after an unknown amount of time, and was tormented by pain until he lost consciousness again.
Wang Luo didn't know how many times he fainted from the pain, but Wang Luo knew that he had to try his best to persevere every time he woke up. Although he wanted to faint directly, he was afraid that he would never wake up again.
No one understood the situation at that time better than Wang Luo himself. The moment the spikes pierced his body, he really felt like he was going to die. But fortunately, he didn't die because he could still feel the pain.
Only pain can make Wang Luo feel that he is still alive and make Wang Luo feel hope. Although when the unparalleled pain hits, Wang Luo really wants to die like this.
Wang Luo, who died once during time travel, died once in the illusion of advancement, and experienced real death twice, has a strong desire for life and living, because only when you die, you will suddenly discover, It turns out that I really want to live.
Wang Luo didn't want his death to be in vain, and he didn't want to die with regrets, so he struggled with all his strength and tried hard to hold on to even the slightest hope. As long as there was hope, he would not give up. Even if there was no hope, he would destroy it. Despair, looking for hope.
At least there was still hope. As he was tortured and comatose again and again, Wang Luo found that he was gradually getting used to this incomparable sting. At the same time, he found that he was awake longer and longer. If this continues, there will always be something wrong. One day he will overcome the pain and truly wake up.
I don’t know how long it took, or how many times I was tortured by pain. Gradually, Wang Luo found that the pain was getting smaller and smaller. He didn’t know whether it was because the pain really diminished, or because he had adapted to this kind of pain. pain.
After regaining consciousness again, endless pain swept over him. Wang Luo faced everything with a smile, and despite the provocation of pain that had tortured him to death countless times, he did not change at all.
"roll,"
Wang Luo let out a disdainful roar at the stinging pain that penetrated into his soul. He stretched out his hand and tore at the dark nothingness, using all his strength. He needed to wake up quickly. If he continued like this, there would be no difference between him and death.
As the saying goes, where there is a will, there is a way. Finally, just before Wang Luo was about to be tortured and passed out again by the pain, Wang Luo tore a gap in the dark void, and a ray of light poured out.
Holding on to the gap tightly, Wang Luo stimulated his consciousness to intensify the pain, so as to keep him awake for the last time. With this clarity, Wang Luo finally escaped from the dark void. world.
The illusory Wang Luo emerged from the crack in the darkness and came to the world of light. The warm and comfortable light shone on his body. Wang Luo couldn't help but moan unconsciously. This feeling in stark contrast to the severe pain was so wonderful. .
"Where is this,"
Wang Luo, whose mental will has been sharpened countless times, was extremely tenacious. After enjoying it for a moment, he still opened his eyes and looked around blankly. There was nothing foreign in the vast expanse of white.
"Hey, Tai Chi,"
Looking up, Tai Chi, which was made up of two yin and yang fish heads in black and white, came into view. Wang Luo suddenly let out a sigh. Although he knew that Tai Chi was hidden in his body, he had never found it.
The black and white Tai Chi rotated gently in the air, and a faint bloody pattern appeared and disappeared on it, as if it was filled with countless unknown mysteries. Wang Luo couldn't help but be fascinated by it.
Suddenly, the illusory Wang Luo's body trembled violently, collapsed with a puff, and turned into endless gray mist. Then these mist gathered rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they once again gathered into Wang Luo's appearance.
However, the re-condensed Wang Luo's body became even more illusory. Looking at the Tai Chi slowly rotating in the air, Wang Luo's eyes were filled with a hint of horror, and at the same time there were endless surprises.
Although he had only comprehended it for a moment and barely understood that it contained a trace of insignificant mystery, Wang Luo had already discovered that this insignificant trace of mystery had greatly improved his understanding of various laws.
Wang Luo, who had just condensed and formed, sat cross-legged on the spot, recalling the mystery just now. After an unknown period of time, Wang Luo suddenly opened his eyes, and in his illusory eyes, a ray of light flashed away.
Stretching out his illusory palm, Wang Luo could see that although it was more illusory, the energy contained in it was becoming more and more pure. He believed that after returning to his body, his strength would take another big step forward.
Wang Luo took a fiery glance at the blood-patterned Tai Chi in the air. He did not continue to sink into it. He resolutely took illusory steps and floated forward, looking for a way out.
Except for the entire football field-sized space at Wang Luo's feet, there was endless white mist all around. Wang Luo tried to enter the white mist, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not penetrate even a little bit. The seemingly illusory white mist The fog is actually harder than the copper wall and the iron wall.
Wang Luo, who couldn't find the exit, thought quietly for a moment, then looked at the blood-striped Tai Chi spinning in the air again. He knew that if he wanted to get out of this sealed space, he would definitely have to work hard on this Tai Chi.
His mind rotated along with Tai Chi, and Wang Luo gradually fell into it. However, it didn't take long for Wang Luo's illusory body to break apart under the load again, and then condensed again.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, quietly comprehending what he had just gained. After a long time, Wang Luo woke up and once again fell deeply into the profound Tai Chi, and then his body collapsed again.
Every time his body collapsed, Wang Luo had to endure the pain of his soul being torn into pieces. People who were not strong-willed would probably be daunted by this experience, but Wang Luo didn't even frown.
Although this kind of pain directly affects the soul, for Wang Luo, who has experienced countless pain tortures, he can bear it no matter how big the pain is. Unless he dies, no pain will let him. Hesitant.
Time passed slowly, and Wang Luo's soul was torn into pieces again, and then came together with difficulty. Wang Luo, who re-condensed his body, immediately began to understand what he had just realized, and fully understood them.
After a long time, the illusory Wang Luo opened his eyes and looked at the sky hesitantly, but did not put his mind into the blood pattern Tai Chi again, because he knew that if his soul was broken once, he might really be annihilated. .
"Fight again until you are defeated and survive,"
After a moment of hesitation, Wang Luo made up his mind and prepared to fight again. If he fights, there is hope. If he doesn't fight, he will just continue to wander here, facing the endless nothingness. What is the difference between this and death?