Count de Crea had never suffered so much as he could remember.

If there is a standard hierarchy of suffering, it must have endured it by several times, dozens of times, or even a hundred times more than the highest level.

The excruciating pain had created an unprecedented concentration for the Count de Correa, and countless memories flashed like a marquee—and he couldn't help but sense something in anger.

The agent of this root orthodoxy in front of him seems to be somewhat different.

Orthodox agents are not incapable of killing...... At least the royal power can kill, and legend has it that the Eternal Emperor has killed the orthodox agent with his own hands and replaced it - but with the death of the Eternal Emperor, the position of root orthodoxy is missing, and there will be many candidates in the 'Zero' realm.

It was in that competition that Cicero became a loser and withdrew from the stage!

Therefore, the Count de Crea was convinced that the orthodox agent of the root could be killed.

Can...... But if the Orthodox agent has become unkillable...... What the hell is going on, and when did the root change the rules on this?

Once orthodoxy has become an immortal existence, then what is the meaning of existence for the candidates in all the 'zero' realm......s? It's not fair at all!!

It's not fair!

Count de Crea shouted frantically in his heart.

However, the palm that clenched his head made it unable to make a sound.

At the moment, it is like a vegetative person who can perceive all the pain in the outside world, and the pain is infinitely amplified, but it is still unable to make a sound or make any conditioned reflexes - such a predicament makes it feel even more uncomfortable than death.

Time seems to be cut into countless segments, and it is forever trapped in each segment, even if it silently counts the passage of time, it still cannot be detached, and it has to fall into a cycle back and forth.

I don't know how long it has been.

Finally, when Count de Crea's consciousness was about to collapse, the pain it had endured was instantly gone.

This made Count de Crea even feel like he had been thrown from the depths of hell into Elysium in an instant. It's just that this happiness comes suddenly, and at the same time, it comes extremely short, because in the next moment, it once again needs to bear the pain that is constantly magnified.

It is like being burned by fire, like being frozen in ice, like being eroded by strong acid, like being bitten by wild beasts...... In the mind, every sensitive part that should have existed, and that existed when it had a real body, was now pierced by a red-hot steel needle......

Once again, its sanity was on the verge of crumbling, and all the pain vanished in an instant—it once again experienced the bliss of being thrown into heaven, only to be thrown into a painful hell once again after a very short time.

How many times?

Infinite ...... And the spirit gradually became numb because it couldn't bear such pain.

Finally...... It may have been a hallucination, but at last, Count de Crea felt the pain go away from him once more.

This time, it didn't feel the bliss of being thrown into heaven.

I just felt the pain stop.

When Locho's palm was released from its forehead, Count de Crea let out a pop and collapsed to the ground.

Its gaze was glazed, its body twitched, its lips quivering meaninglessly, and it gasped in simple and painful pain.

"A hundred years. Luo Qiu Shi looked coldly at Count De Crea, who was constantly twitching, "I let you endure all the extreme pain I can imagine in the spiritual world, for a hundred years. But ......"

Count de Crea's gaze regained some focus, and Luo Qiu's face gradually became clearer in his sight...... Instinctively, Count de Crea closed his eyes.

It didn't dare to look.

"But. ”

Luo Qiu lifted the body of Count de Crea once more and grabbed it by the neck, "Even so, it still can't make the anger in my heart go away, even if it's just one percent. I really don't like it...... I should, how to torture you. ”

"Give... Give me a good ......" Count de Correa's voice trembled, "I beg you to ......"

It's like a collection of all horrors...... Such a calm made Count de Crea tremble from the soul level...... It couldn't even tell if what was in front of it was an orthodox agent of the root or an angry demon.

Luo Qiu said indifferently: "This is actually not good...... My emotions are out of control, and I simply killed you, and there is no way to calm down my emotions, which is even worse. Everyone has a not-so-good side...... Obviously I'm no exception. But it seems to have been suppressed for too long, too long. ”

"You... What do you want to do......" Count de Correa trembled all over.

"A hundred years is not enough, a thousand years, ten thousand years?"

Luo Qiu looked at Count de Crea with an unusually quiet expression, "Or, how about an endless time to endure such pain all the time? rest assured, I will keep your spirit from breaking down, and always keep your sanity... I'm even going to keep it in a positive state all the time. You know, I can do it if I want to...... Just a thought. ”

Gaia...... It's all because of Gaia!" Count de Crea panicked: "I don't know why you came back, why you were able to come back, and even became the orthodox ...... of this generation But、But I can use my technique to bring her back! I can make her a real princess......! I will surrender to you completely!

"I said I could do anything I wanted to...... Actually, I've always known this. But I'm scared that once I get used to that, everything will become boring for me. ”

Luo Qiu shook his head, "Understand? I don't need any allegiance from you...... So, all you have is this little bit of value that makes my anger go away. ”

"I'm not reconciled to ——!!!!"

Count de Crea let out an angry roar.

"By the way, I came up with a great idea. ”

Luo Qiu suddenly let go of Count de Crea, and under his stunned look, "Cicero seems to have left you with difficulties...... Actually, it doesn't matter if you tell you, your teacher also seems willing to let you inherit everything from him - he just doesn't like to let you get it simply, so it leaves you with some difficulties. But...... It only left you with suffering, and it was not finally determined that you would be able to inherit it. ”

Count de Crea only felt his body disappear little by little...... The source of the alien body in the body was extracted little by little at this time...... Separate!

Its consciousness, and its body, which was constructed from the source of the alien body, were directly separated from Luo Qiu's thoughts.

"I will give you a body. Luo Qiu said, his finger tapping on Count de Crea's consciousness, "But it's just a fragile body, maybe you can't even beat a wild dog." ”

A weak and weak body slowly appeared at this time, and the consciousness of Count de Crea also slowly merged into this body at this time - it suddenly opened its eyes, and it was unprecedentedly weak, which frightened it!

"In the end, I'll let you enjoy an inheritance game that can never be completed......"

Luo Qiu's voice gently echoed in the main control room, like a whisper in his ear, which made Count DeCrea's nerves tense for an instant, and his heart, which was now beating wildly.

"You will not die, and the thing you dream of will always be within your reach, but you will never be able to really touch it......"

It's as if you're directing a simple play and writing a script that won't change...... Luo Qiu's voice caused Count de Crea to fall to his knees in despair.

"You'll always be optimistic and positive, and even when you're feeling down, you'll be refreshed......"

The script continues......

Count de Crea curled up in fear as he hunkered up at this new body, biting his fingers nervously.

"By the way, every failure will become your motivation, and the desire for what you hope for will become your motivation again and again...... You will strengthen your belief every time until you feel that you may be omnipotent, until you ...... You keep failing, then you keep trying, then you fail, you try again, but you still fail. And so, you're stuck in an endless loop. ”

"Don't say it!!!!"

In the main control room, Count de Crea hugged his head in pain, making a hissing sound like a lung-splitting sound.

At this moment, it only felt a darkness in front of it, and its consciousness fell asleep in this instant, and its mind was frantically resisting Luo Qiu's voice...... Resisting what he describes as a 'game', instinctively shuts down all perceptions of itself.

The Count de Crea, with it, fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

Luo Qiu closed his eyes and inhaled slowly.

......

When he opened his eyes again, his expression had become less indifferent - Luo Qiu exhaled slowly again, and spread his palms at the same time.

A black mist slowly emerged from his palm.

Luo Qiu gathered his palms and choked away the black mist...... His expression softened again, "Much more comfortable." ”

After that, Luo Qiu walked up to the girl who had fallen to the ground.

She was clearly unconscious, leaning against the white column, her hair almost obscuring most of her face.

Looking at the girl who seemed to be sleeping quietly, Luo Qiu's remaining anger subsided little by little.

He combed the girl's loose hair with his hands, and wiped the tears from her face.

"I have you in my memory... But that's clearly not what I am right now. Luo Qiu's fingers were placed on the girl's face, feeling the delicacy of the girl's skin, "So...... What are you to me? ”

The girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she was about to wake up.

Luo Qiu picked her up at this time...... His body seemed to move faster than he could think.

He glanced at the main control room, looked at Count Decrea who fell to the ground, and muttered, "It seems that Cicero gave you the last suffering, it is me." ”

As he spoke, Luo Qiu disappeared from the main control room—along with the 'Book of Alayya', which had been placed on another column.

......

......

A figure flew up from below.

I saw that the Hundred Tribulation Daoist was being carried by the maid lady by the collar at this moment, and was brought back to the square outside Penglai Palace - and there was no doubt that a group of visitors who were not in the square also appeared in the maid's sight at this time.

This is a group of Long Xiruo and Su Zijun.

"The hosts. ”

When she saw Su Zijun appear out of thin air, Jessica was startled at first, then breathed a sigh of relief, and ran directly in front of Su Zijun - it's just that the attack of the Resia still did not stop.

A light cannon has come to Jessica's back at this moment-Su Zijun's face changed slightly.

It's just that at this moment, a black light flashed, and the light cannon that was about to concentrate Jessica was canceled out at this moment - Jessica was startled, and when she came back to her senses, she found that it was the maid lady in the distance who rescued her.

"Miss Jessica, please don't leave a safe distance. Yuye said indifferently at this time.

"I'm sorry. Jessica said quickly.

"It's all right. Yuya shook her head.

But when she said it was okay, she didn't mean that Jessica had survived the catastrophe - it was that the huge Lesia in the sky had stopped its frantic light cannon attack.

Everything stopped - yes, unconsciously, everything.

It's just that right now, the entire Penglai treasure house is like the earth after being hit by the rain of meteorites, with thousands of holes - lush forests, gorgeous terrain, those wealth and treasures that will make people chase and go crazy when placed outside, I am afraid that there are not many left.

Xuanyuan Palace still stubbornly floated in its original position—it was like a city in the sky, floating above the earth.

The Lesia, which was high in the sky, hovered stationary.

Only then did I realize that it was huge, like a diamond-shaped giant crystal, emitting a metallic luster under the sun.

At this time, Dazhe came back - he didn't know where he broke a thick branch and stabbed Wang Hu behind him - the belt on his pants behind him, and he came back with Wang Hu like this.

By the way, Dazhe also stuffed a few crumpled leaves into his nose, and Honest Bara looked like a worker who had just returned from picking up dung.

"It's all right. "Miss maid didn't look at Wang Hu at all at this time.

She looked at Long Xiruo and his party, and then swept over the Hundred Tribulation Daoists, and then Qin Chuyu said indifferently: "You can leave." ”

The maid opened a twisted passage in the square.

Seeing this, Dazhe threw out the special flat pole in his hand without saying a word—by the way, he also threw Wang Hu above into the crack in the passage, and then he pressed his nostrils and sprayed out the crumpled leaves.

Long Xiruo frowned at this time—she didn't know what was going on on the Lesia, and she was reluctant to leave like that.

"Please. The maid waved her hand slightly.

"Let's go!" Long Xiruo said through gritted teeth, turned his head and walked into the passage.

After that, Gui Qianyi and the ghost baby had no choice but to hold on to Xiao Shengmo and followed--Su Zijun glanced thoughtfully at the Lesia in the sky at this time, and then followed-Jessica had to follow quickly, but before leaving, she still said hello to the maid lady.

Watching everyone walk in and out of the passage one by one, the Hundred Tribulation Daoist slowly sighed at this time, and said quietly: "I'll wait for Boss Luo to come back...... This business still has to be done. ”