Demon Lord 3

After that, I came to the advanced experience. The advanced experience was very strong. Not only did I feel the sound and color, but also the pain, taste, and smell of my body. I was very sensitive to everything. Even when a gust of wind blew, I felt like there were thousands of needles pricking me. I felt those needles slowly piercing my skin. I wanted to pull out those needles, but I was stabbed so hard that I couldn't move my hands. I felt that my pain was so uncomfortable, but when I touched everything I could touch, my pain would reduce these feelings and disappear. I began to slaughter and kill aimlessly, wanting to touch everything around me, so that everything could bear my pain. I did it one after another. I saw all the obstacles around me and wanted to knock them over and smash them, so that I would not feel so much pain. Suddenly I realized that the advanced experience had tormented me to collapse. The sound and color just now were just a piece of cake for me. Maybe the pain in my body can really make me sober and really make me understand. Sometimes I become possessed It was only in a moment that this person was most sober when he was in the most pain. He did not have a fixed mindset, nor did he slowly sink into despair. What he chose was not necessarily wrong, but just some self-rescue methods. Perhaps they were incomprehensible to the outside world, but in his own opinion, perhaps this was just a way to stay alive. I didn't understand it at first, but now I have chosen this step. I want to persevere. In fact, I just want to see the result. This is related to my curiosity, but I know that all this is not me, but Zhou Chuyuan. He feels such pain every day. Whenever he endures it, perhaps it is the same as an ordinary person. When he can't endure it, perhaps he has gone crazy. He has long lost control of his heart, but according to the call of his relatives and friends, he still chose to stand up, he still chose to overcome, I don't know when it will end, just like I don't know when the pain in my body will slowly stop. Even if it is just a simple pain, I will hit the obstacle. If he really goes crazy, then who of us is not a target? Now, when I hit these obstacles, they feel soft and light. If I were truly human, the impact would be different. Perhaps my blows would be softer, but they would still be shattered. This is the main problem. We often assume that the feeling of a possessed person is the same as a real person's. In reality, it's not. The pain they feel is beyond imagination, compared to the attacks they launch. Therefore, the attacks launched by a possessed person are many times more powerful than those of an ordinary person. To control a possessed person and make them stop, we must be several times more powerful than them. After all, their current abilities aren't their own, but the power of the evil spirit within them—in other words, it's the demonic nature at work. Finally, the pain subsided, my color vision wasn't as strong, and my sense of taste and smell gradually faded. I no longer felt the exploding feeling I had just felt. In my heart, I asked myself, is everything over? Perhaps. Just as I was about to discuss this, I'd already entered the ultimate form. The ultimate experience was about to arrive, yet I was completely unaware. Zhou Chuyuan asked if I wanted to experience it once. I asked what this was. He said the two voices that had just answered me had become my own, asking me to answer myself. My original goal was to experience the ultimate form. Now it was finally here, so I'd give it a try. Zhou Chuyuan stepped aside, his state more relaxed. I asked him how many times he'd experienced this. He said perhaps he experienced this every time he saved me, or helped everyone else fight. Each time we cultivate, we simply overcome our fear and pain, slowly enduring the pain in our bodies. Discomfort can improve our cultivation. He cultivated faster than us, but each rapid practice depleted his spiritual energy and allowed the demonic energy to invade, causing pain all over his body. It wasn't just pain, but also a loathing for the world, for myself, for everything, and even for everything in it. Finally, I began to make choices. The two voices appeared simultaneously in my mind, urging me to kill one.