MTL - Cultivation Chat Group-Chapter 1811 Hearted

"Oh, yeah~ pain." The smoked Song Shuhang returned to the body and made a series of screams.

After the cost of the appraisal was paid out, Song Shuhang forcibly interrupted the identification of the secret law.

As a result, the authentication failed.

[Very good, that's it...] Song Shuhang endured severe pain and darkness.

If the identification is successful, it is not good.

The mysterious predecessor did not want to reveal his own information and origins. If Song Shuhang accidentally identified some information, maybe the last generation had to choose to kill and kill.

Song Shuhang also did not want the identity and information of this predecessor - he just wanted to identify the price of the secret law payment.

Then, enjoy the wonderful pains of the world with me, seniors! After Song Shuhang’s body shape was gathered, he returned to the human form and looked at the position of the boy.

Under this level of severe pain, he has to support it. How do you know the status of this predecessor?

opposite.

砰~~

The teenager was blown up, flesh and blood flew, the picture was extremely **** and needed to be coded.

Song Shuhang: "..."

How could this be?

After the identification of the secret law, it is reasonable to say that ‘pain’ should be shared with the mysterious predecessor. Why did he blow up? Does this not match the content of the bet?

Just thinking, those flesh and blood, bones, like the same light back, quickly recover, re-formed into a juvenile appearance.

"Hey ~ ~" teenager can no longer maintain his own smile, he is constantly pumping air.

He simultaneously felt the pain of ‘identification secret law’. This kind of severe pain directly affects the soul, can’t be defended, and can only bite the teeth.

However, the gambling ceremony has not yet given a result.

Both Song Shuhang and the teenager are still sticking their teeth and not crying.

Under the law of the gambling ceremony, Song Shuhang and the youngsters, as long as they are crying, whether in the state of smoke or broken bones, will be judged as a failure if there is eye water flowing out.

"What is your self-restraint method? The end is terrible." The teenager bit his teeth.

Song Shuhang replied without thinking about the brain: "The big aunt mystery."

The real name of the secret law, naturally can not tell the mysterious predecessor, lest it cause the suspicion of the predecessors. Moreover, he did not identify any information.

After that, Song Shuhang hugged his stomach with a huge stomach, and then chose a scientific angle to lie down, so that it would not be pressed to the big belly.

Eventually, he curled up into a ball, his teeth trembled and his lips purple. However, Song Shuhang has been prepared. He pulled out a white handkerchief from his string of instruments, trembled and folded it, stuffed it in the mouth, and clenched his teeth. Suffering from the mental pains of the wave of waves and the pain of pregnancy in October.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The tip of the meritorious snake beauty shot on the ground, she was half a step late, no better.

It is worthy of her life's opponent to make a fairy.

Opposite, the youngster also learned the appearance of Song Shuhang, lying slowly on his side and shaking his teeth.

"What are you doing, even if you let it out." The teenager trembled and said.

Song Shuhang: "唔唔唔唔~~"

The black skin Yuko softly blinked and translated: "The predecessors of the Song are saying that if you have any tricks, you don't have to pity him."

"Oh, it looks like you are at the limit. Then, give me lose." The boy trembled and reached out to Song Shuhang: "At the end, do you believe in the afterlife?"

"This did not believe before, but now it is a letter." Song Shudao.

Many monks in the monk world have the secret of ‘reincarnation.’ As long as they are not dead, they will have a chance to come back. Even the magic door has won a lot of exercises.

"No... In fact, there are no afterlife in this heaven and earth. Desperately - cut off the meaning of the afterlife." The young man trembled and reached out and shot at Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang only felt that the body was slightly cold, and then... I didn’t feel it.

Instead, the teenager himself, suddenly turned pale, and burst into a chill - this is the counter-attack of spell failure. After a while, the counterattack of this spell failure was also synchronized to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang feels chilly, but still within the acceptable range.

Song Shuhang: "Hey?"

"Don't make a noise, I want to be alone." The teenager bit his teeth.

The beauty of the meritorious snake is bright: "Who is quiet?"

"..." The teenager looked up at the sky and almost cried.

"Predecessors, what was your spell just now? Did it fail when it was applied to me?" Song Shuhang spoke in the mouth of the scent, shivering.

The spells that the predecessors had cast on him just made him care.

Because the name of the martial law is more powerful - to sever the ambiguity of the afterlife, it sounds like a grandson.

"Do you really believe in the afterlife?" The teenager looked up: "If you believe in the afterlife, you will see this spell, and you will see the desperate illusion of being erased one by one."

Song Shuhang trembled: "I really believe."

"Then do you think you will have an afterlife?" The teenager turned blue and asked again.

Song Shuhang thought for a moment, and his voice groaned: "I don't know, actually... I have only practiced for more than half a year. I don't have a concept for the next life. I feel that I will continue to practice all the way. If I can, I will be like most friends. I hope that I can go further on the road of practice. It is better to go to the step of the long-lived person... Although ideal and dream, but as a monk, there must always be a goal. In addition, I always feel that if I fail, There should be only one way to 'death and die.'"

Because the cultivation time is still short, he has not considered the things that have been going on for a long time. Like a teenager, it's hard to let him imagine what it is like to be old and dying.

And because he spends every day in fancy, he always feels that he is on the way to practice. If he fails, he will not want to have a chance to make a comeback. He will only die.

As he spoke, while Song Shuhang’s body trembled even more, he felt that he couldn’t hold it.

"Your consciousness is really not low." The teenager's mouth twitched.

After a long while.

The boy suddenly noticed a small question: "How long have you been practicing?"

"More than half a year, seniors." Song Shuhang honestly replied, no, the pain of the soul surged, the tears in the eyes could not help but come out.

"Hehehe, do you think this can stimulate me? It’s too naive." The teenager struggled to sit up. He reached out and smiled at his third eye: "Come on, under my third eye, everything is real. They will all be invisible."

On the third eye, there was a light falling on Song Shuhang.

After another half.

"Zhu Xin, Ba Song Xiaoyou." Less slowly.