Infinity: Others play games with krypton gold, I play games with krypton life

The temperature inside Rizhao Shrine dropped suddenly.

A dark mist lingered between Ling Rizhao's brows. He frowned impatiently, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the dull pain in his head was stronger or the stabbing pain in his heart was worse.

So what if he is the Sun God? So what if he is the chief of the Nine Heavens Temple?

It's still trash!

He screwed up everything.

Again.

Let the loved one stay away from him.

Looking at the light blue iris powder scattered on the ground, he inexplicably felt a terrifying and powerful desire to destroy.

The golden eyes turned blood red in an instant, and Ling Rizhao picked up the tweezers that fell on the ground and stabbed them into his left hand.

The burning blood flowed out, burning a charred hole in the stone brick. The lost blood took away the rage burning in his body, giving him pain and a hint of pleasure he had never experienced before.

This is the punishment he deserves.

Punish yourself for your incompetence and cowardice, as well as those unspeakable things hidden in your heart.

It’s also a reward.

Reward yourself for your courage and honesty, dare to face your inner desires, and boldly admit its filthiness.

The wound was healing rapidly. Ling Rizhao pulled out the tweezers and pierced the back of his hand again, adding another medal to the wound that had not yet healed.

Under the stirring after repeated powerful penetration, the flesh and blood dripped like a mashed watermelon.

Ling Rizhao’s attack was extremely heavy-handed, and the pain became more and more intense. His swollen head suddenly became clear.

After realizing what he had done, he immediately realized that he was possessed by a demon. So he quickly held his breath and tried to suppress the violence deep in his heart.

But the more he suppressed himself, the stronger the force rebounded. The black energy between his eyebrows had spread to his entire body, completely enveloping him.

At this moment, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, as if it was going to tear the entire nine heavens apart.

The eighteen layers of heaven and earth shook, and countless creatures felt a fatal sense of oppression and knelt down to pray.

The gods were also worried and hurried to the Rizhao Temple.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling flash of lightning streaked through the void, like a sharp sword splitting the bricks and barriers on the roof of the Rizhao Temple, and struck straight at Ling Rizhao's crown.

Ling Rizhao was caught off guard and was struck by the sudden thunder. His body trembled violently and a powerful electric current ran through his whole body.

In an instant, his body began to spasm uncontrollably.

The black mist that permeated his body seemed to be greatly stimulated, and gathered together at an astonishing speed. Then it suddenly drilled into the center of Ling Rizhao's eyebrows.

A gray figure flashed out from the void like light smoke along with the lightning.

He stood on the broken roof of the Sunlight Temple, looking down coldly at the sun god whose skin and flesh were festering and in a state of disgrace.

After a quick glance, an expression of great disappointment appeared on His face. He slowly opened his mouth with a deep voice that was like a huge bell hitting the brain, sending out overlapping echoes that made one tremble with fear.

"You disappoint me so much! So disappointed, so disappointed..."

"The great Sun God actually had evil thoughts, evil thoughts, evil thoughts..."

Ling Rizhao clenched his teeth, swallowed the blood that was rising up his throat, lowered his head in shame and bowed.

"My heart is not strong enough. I am ashamed of the teachings of the great Heavenly Dao."

The shadow of the Heavenly Dao descended and floated in front of Ling Rizhao. "I am only using the Heavenly Thunder to temporarily seal your soul. Clear your mind and don't think too much. Don't use your divine power to forcibly suppress your evil thoughts, otherwise you will be attacked."

Ling Rizhao's heart was in a mess at the moment, how could he calm down?

He could only nod reluctantly and said, "Well, please, Master Tiandao, help me clear the evil thoughts in my heart."

Tiandao did not hesitate at all in response to the other party's request, but there was not much he could do.

"Evil thoughts are deeply rooted in our hearts. If you want to completely eliminate them, you have to rely on yourself. There has only been one way since the beginning of the world."

Tiandao raised his finger and pointed at Ling Rizhao's brow, transmitting the secret method directly into his brain.

"It is extremely painful to peel off the polluted part of the soul, no less painful than pulling out tendons and removing bones. You have to do it all by yourself."

Ling Rizhao nodded, his eyes no longer filled with blood-red murderous intent, but were filled with determination.

According to the method taught by Tian Dao, Ling Rizhao could not use his divine power to repair his wounds. He could only endure the severe pain and cut open his scalp and skull with his own hands, using this cruel and bloody method to forcibly cut out the part of his soul that had been contaminated by evil thoughts from his spiritual platform.

"Well……"

The process was too painful. Ling Rizhao bit his gums until they bled, but he endured it and did not cry out in pain in front of Tiandao.

After a moment, a ball of pitch-black mist wrapped in a dark red blood film was taken out of Ling Rizhao's brain.

His hands were shaking and weak, and the evil thought that he had removed from himself almost fell from his hands.

Ling Rizhao clenched his fists quickly, his face was so pale that he didn't look like a god at all, but rather a vengeful ghost who was about to die.

Blood and sweat continued to drip from his forehead as he silently endured the unbearable pain, the biggest expression on his face being just a frown.

He forced himself to use the last bit of his consciousness to seal the polluted part of his soul into the mirror in front of the table. The black gas realized the terrible fate that was about to come, and rushed around in the mirror without hesitation.

With one hand pressing on the mirror, Ling Rizhao struggled to mobilize the power of the sun and put it into it.

The light in the mirror was so blinding that Tiandao couldn't help but close his eyes.

The sun power that was deliberately poured into the mirror was different from the light that the Iris Fairy accidentally caught. This bright light that was infused with the essence of divine blood was enough to burn everything in the world clean.

Even the power of heaven cannot contend with it.

The newly born evil thought wanted to escape, but was suppressed in the mirror and burned together with the part of its soul that Ling Rizhao had cut off.

The blood clot in the mirror disappeared, and the next moment Ling Rizhao fainted on the ground.

Many gods have gathered outside the Rizhao Temple.

They were horrified to see the severely damaged roof of the Rizhao Shrine. They wanted to go forward to show concern but did not dare to break in.

After knocking on the door many times without receiving any response, Ye Shen could no longer remain calm and rushed up to the last long step in front of the hall in a few breaths, holding up her black gauze skirt.

Just as she was about to push the door open, the majestic voice of Lord Tiandao suddenly came from above, and at the same time, a pressure directly shocked her to her knees.

"The Sun God is in seclusion these days, so don't disturb him."

This is not an explanation or a notification, but an order.

All the gods knelt down and said in a loud voice: "Follow the will of heaven."

Tiandao looked up in the hall and saw that the roof with a big hole in it quickly repaired itself, and it was completely restored when he looked up and down.

Tiandao ignored the sun god who was lying unconscious on the ground, and floated towards the round mirror in front of the table.

Worriedly, he snapped his fingers and shot out a bolt of lightning to hit the mirror. He took a quick glance and found no remaining black gas. He left the Sunshine Temple in a flash.

Suddenly, a clicking sound was heard in the silent hall.

The mirror on the table had experienced the burning of the sun god's power and the blow of the heavenly thunder, and finally it could not bear it anymore and a crack appeared.

The narrow slit on the back was extremely difficult to detect. A black line as thin as a hair emerged from the slit in the mirror and escaped silently from the Ninth Heaven.

It follows the guidance of its mind and goes to the place it most desires to go.