Facing the endless void ahead, Han Ming was a little dazed.
There is no road ahead, what should I do?
In a trance, a faint light appeared in the void below.
The light floated quickly towards Han Ming from far to near, and as the light approached rapidly, a huge tentacle suddenly stretched out from the light.
Tentacles came straight towards Han Ming like lightning.
Seeing this, Han Ming was shocked and quickly used up his magic power to consume it almost completely. Then he replenished magic power and quickly circulated in his body, and a ball of white flame appeared on his hand.
But the tentacle was extremely fast, which made Han Ming not have time to throw the flames out, so he was wrapped around his waist by the tentacle and dragged Han Ming quickly towards the abyss below.
The tentacles dragged Han Ming to descend very quickly, and as the distance of the decline was still accelerating.
Such a fast decline speed made Han Ming unable to open his eyes. He tried hard to release the wings behind him. As a result, the pair of wings had just begun to condense and before they were formed, they were pulled by the friction caused by the rapid fall.
The fragmented.
In less than five seconds, Han Ming's body began to catch fire, and the fire was also dragged to the rear by the decreasing speed, forming a fire mark from afar.
Looking at Han Ming again, there was no flame on his body, only his skin, muscles and bones were constantly disappearing, and behind him, the fire mark was dragged away from his body, falling from the earth like a meteor
generally.
Han Ming was so painful that he couldn't say anything. His body developed a self-protection function, and his eyes turned dark and he fell into a coma.
After opening his eyes again, Han Ming felt a headache and there was still an invisible void in front of him.
"This is...where..."
Han Ming moaned in pain, fortunately, he no longer descended at this time. But there was no place for him to move on his body. His whole body seemed to be bound by some invisible force.
An arrow suddenly flew from the void ahead.
The arrow became bigger and bigger in Han Ming's eyes. Finally, the arrow suddenly penetrated Han Ming's forehead.
"Well……"
Han Ming made a muffled sound in his throat, and he lost consciousness again.
He opened his eyes again, and the arrow on his forehead had disappeared.
"What...is...is..."
The arrow had disappeared, but the pain on Han Ming's forehead was so real that there was no sign of dissipation.
A spear suddenly flew from the void ahead, and the spear suddenly penetrated Han Ming's chest at an extremely fast speed. The cold and sharp spear head passed through Han Ming's chest, piercing his heart, and then
, through the back.
Han Ming wanted to struggle, dodge, and wail, but he couldn't do anything now, so he could only watch this scene happening and fall into a coma again.
When I woke up for the third time, the spear on my chest disappeared, but the pain was still preserved.
"Damn...what the hell is this...what is I...why am I not dead yet..."
Han Ming moaned in pain.
Something appeared in the void ahead. This time it was a long sword, and the blade of the long sword was flashing with a shiny green light.
Seeing that the long sword was coming straight towards his neck, Han Ming was so scared that he wanted to tilt his neck and avoid the knife. But his body was completely out of his control. The long sword accurately cut at Han.
Ming's neck and head rolled to the ground.
When he woke up for the fourth time, Han Ming was shocked to find that he was still alive. His head had returned from the ground to the top of his body, but it was not connected to his neck. Instead, it was about a few centimeters from his head to his neck.
"Why...I'm not dead yet...Where did those things come from..."
Han Ming seemed to be in a dream, just as many dreamers didn't know most of the time that he was actually dreaming.
Han Ming's hometown, another world, his friends and relatives, the destruction of colorful butterflies and demon souls, at this time, there was no impression or concept in Han Ming's mind.
It seems that Han Ming has been here since he was born to the beginning of consciousness.
Confusion and fear occupied all Han Ming's mind.
"Why, why am I here...Where is this..."
No one answered Han Ming's question, but something came again in the void ahead.
This is a ferocious beast. The beast is only about one meter long in total, and roughly has an outline that looks like a wolf.
The wild beast rushed to Han Ming's body, and its sharp teeth penetrated Han Ming's skin, biting violently one by one.
Han Ming felt extremely fear and pain. His body trembled violently and spasmed. Blood rolled down, but there was no way to stop the beast from tearing his body with its sharp teeth.
However, what is even more terrifying this time than the previous three times was that Han Ming did not lose consciousness quickly, but watched the beast tear off his flesh and blood bit by bit until he had only one head left, and
A bloody skeleton with bloody red and minced meat on the bones.
Han Ming lost all consciousness and finally lost consciousness again.
When he woke up for the fifth time, Han Ming found that his body had returned to its original state. However, the trauma he had suffered did not disappear. He always felt that he was bitten by wild beasts, and he felt that he had an arrow inserted into his forehead.
A spear was nailed to his chest, and his neck and head were separated from his original position.
This pain made Han Ming feel unhappy. He was powerless to say any sentence or spit out any words.
However, this torture did not disappear, and something began to appear in the void ahead.
Seeing the movement ahead, Han Ming's whole body trembled in fear. At this moment, he did not pray for wealth and honor, nor did he seek success or success, nor did he seek to become famous in one step. He only wanted one thing, that is
Die quickly. Don't suffer such a torment again.
But the facts did not meet Han Ming's wish. What appeared in front of him gradually became clear. This was a huge wheel, like the wheel of a carriage, but it was more than ten meters wide, and the wheel was covered with nails.
The huge wheel ran over Han Ming and pushed Han Ming to the ground. The wheel dissatisfied with the nail began from Han Ming's feet and crushed Han Ming all the way to his head, crushing Han Ming into meat sauce. At this time,
But Han Ming sighed as relaxed as relief.
When he woke up the sixth time, Han Ming was almost gone. He just asked himself not to wake up again and again, and die again and again.
Something appeared in front again, this time there were two small dots.
These two small dots floated in front of Han Ming, and then they saw clearly that they were two seeds of some kind of plant.
These two seeds drilled into Han Ming's insteps.
But such a small pain could no longer stimulate Han Ming.
But the next scene made Han Ming even more frightened. The seeds of the two plants actually began to grow on his feet and sprouted quickly.
Han Ming could truly feel that the two plants were growing from their feet and began to spread upward at an extremely slow speed. Every time these plants grew up partly, they brought heart-wrenching pain to Han Ming.
The appearance of this scene has made Han Ming feel desperate. The two seeds on his feet have developed very slowly, and they have only grown to the part of his knees.
Why... Why didn't I die as fast as before this time, but instead I was so slow that I endured such long-term pain.
After a lot of time, no one could understand the pain Han Ming endured. The plant produced by two seeds finally broke out from Han Ming's head.
Han Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief and died again.
When he woke up the seventh time, Han Ming had nothing to say. He was a little numb. The accumulated pain was far beyond the level of understanding of ordinary people. Such pain could definitely destroy a normal person in an instant.
The human mind makes a cheerful and optimistic person fall into madness and lose his mind in an instant.
But the terror is that Han Ming can truly feel every pain he has suffered in his body, but every trace of his nerve is clear and there is no sign of losing his mind at all.
Something appeared again in the void ahead.
What appeared this time was a thick cloud of green smoke.
This thick smoke slowly drifted to Han Ming's body. The moment he touched the thick smoke, Han Ming felt an unbearable pain. These thick smoke seemed to have the most violent poison in the world. He had just touched it.
Han Ming's body began to rot quickly.
But Han Ming's body was so strange that it was suddenly able to move.
Han Ming wanted to escape from this damn place. But he couldn't do it. The extremely terrifying pain made him lie quietly on the ground like a bug, without even the strength to squirm back and forth.
The strong smoke was eroding Han Ming's body.
Suddenly, an extremely disgusting feeling appeared. With this unimaginable disgusting feeling, Han Ming actually knelt up strangely, lowered his head and started vomiting to the ground.
The things that started vomiting were only a faint green water.
But this nausea and vomiting feeling cannot be controlled by Han Ming himself, as if something inside his body wanted to come out, forcing Han Ming to retching again and again, making the stomach sore again and again
Spit out the water.
Later, Han Ming could no longer vomit anything in his body, and the acidic water he had vomited before also disappeared.
"Wow!!"
Han Ming had just stopped vomiting, but the extremely nauseous feeling came again. Han Ming had just tried to stand up, but he fell down all of a sudden. This time he vomited a large mouthful of blood.
The internal organs in the stomach were churning, and a new round of vomiting began to continue.
Until the end, Han Ming could not even spit out blood, and pieces of broken internal organs rushed out of his mouth as he retching.
The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and all the internal organs that he could have in his stomach were spit out piece by piece.
His whole stomach was completely shriveled and his stomach was empty. Han Ming once again lost consciousness as he wished.
The eighth time I woke up, the pain I felt in the previous few times still existed.
Han Ming was as confused as a puppet, looking around. Blood and internal organs were spurted out of his mouth as he unconsciously retching, flowing down his chest.
Something appeared in the void ahead.
This time it was a sea of burning fire, and the overwhelming arrival of the sea of fire enveloped Han Ming during the period.
Han Ming was in great pain. He could not speak. Every time he spoke, a large ball of blood mixed with internal organs spewed out.
Han Ming fell to the ground like a bug on a hot pan. The pain caused by the burning flames made him roll on the ground.
He wanted to open his screams, but every time he opened his mouth, he felt a stream of sweet blood flowing into his throat, and spurted out as his body spasms. However, he could not make any sound.
The fire did not seem to be as Han Ming imagined, which could make him die in the flames. The slowness of this burning speed made Han Ming feel unpainful.
Several completely different forms of pain were acting on Han Ming at the same time, but he didn't even scream with all his strength.
Han Ming felt thirsty. He was used to such pain. He only felt that he was so thirsty that he was stuck together. When his throat moved, he started to feel piercing pain.
"Water...water..."
Han Ming had forgotten everything and just wanted to find even a drop of water to quench his thirst.
He walked back and forth in the blazing flames, and the skin on his body burned with the flames, and thick black smoke was emitted.
Blood seeped out from the surface of the body.
Han Ming seemed to have seen rare delicacies, and quickly lifted his arm, greedily sucked his blood into his mouth and swallowed it.
“There are more…and more…”
Han Ming has gradually lost himself in this strange world. He has no thoughts anymore. He can only instinctively seek something that can minimize his pain as much as possible.
Finally, Han Ming finally died again in an indescribable pain.
Wake up the ninth time.
Han Ming cried loudly.
"Why!! Why do you treat me like this!!! Where is this!!!
What am I doing wrong??? Who can let me out, who can let me out!!
I apologize, I apologize to everyone, please, no matter who it is, please let me out!!! Sorry, sorry, sorry!!!”
Han Ming knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing around. He could no longer bear the more tragic damage he would have followed.
However, endless torture seems to be without any margins.