The Riddler Get Out of Terra

Hao Zhao's answer was as firm as his back. The orange cat stood firm, its solid and thick broad back facing Xi's face, and its muscles were faintly tense, waiting for the moment when the needle was inserted.

——! ! !

The first moment the needle was inserted, even a determined and tough guy like Hao Zhao opened his bloodshot eyes and let out a low roar!

pain!Incomparable pain!

The needles formed by Xi's transcendence technique pierce not only flesh and blood, but also spiritual beings!

The physical pain is especially bearable, but the spiritual pain is heart-piercing!

If the severe pain of the bone needle stabbing the back is like being thrown naked into a blazing fire, the art of transcendence in spiritual terms is to use a hammer to smash every flesh and blood of the body inch by inch, and there will be more wounds. Water it repeatedly with syrup boiled at high temperature.

Hao Zhao was in pain as if he wanted to crush his entire soul, but he knew that the situation at this moment was critical, and he also knew the meaning of the decision he made. He screamed in pain and was bitten into his throat, and his body in severe pain was taken over by white feathers!

The orange cat's pores shrank tightly, preventing sweat from flowing out of the body. Just the severe pain caused by the first injection caused the water in Hao Zhao's body to be expelled from the body with sharp nerves screaming.

Hao Zhao's painful groan made Xi tremble with the same feeling. Taking the parallel memory adventure so far, she deeply realized how strong the orange cat's will was to an inhuman level. He was injured by knife and axe, burned by fire, and suffocated and tortured. As an evaluation, the unforgettable pain of the owner of the parallel memory was so indifferent to Hao Zhao that when a tough man walked through their painful memories with a serious face, the host who provided the parallel memory disappeared almost in an instant. Regrettably, the parallel memories were returned to the underworld.

However, this is a man who can endure unbearable pain. He grits his teeth in pain when facing every step of the art of transcendence. If he were not accomplished in martial arts and forcibly closed his pores, he would probably break out in sweat in the next moment. Like pulp, it makes the painting start and end, and collapse in the middle.

But Xi couldn't stop. After the art of transcendence began, both of them were sacrifices placed on the scale. Hao Zhao dedicated his skin as a canvas, and Xi dedicated his flesh, blood, bones and hair as paint and brush. They shared the extraordinary The pain of the art also shares the same secret!

Xi quickly picked up the bone needle and threaded it through Hao Zhao's flexible skin. Under the power of the transcendence technique, the orange cat's skin was whiter than snow, with a terrifying pale color that was not stained with blood, and lines soaked in Xi's blood ran through it. On the pale skin, there were oozing blood marks.

The art of transcendence and painting has entered the middle section.

Chapter 2 Sixty: Madman (Sixteen)

How to describe pain?

On the Earth before time travel, experts once graded pain from low to high. When it reached the middle level, the horrifying description was enough to give goosebumps to anyone with the ability to empathize.

Some people say that the pain of a man's broken egg is so unbearable that the severe pain can make any male wail and beg for mercy. Others say that the pain of a woman's childbirth is the highest level of pain. It separates a new life from the body and causes harm to the body. She is worthy of the title of great mother.

But in the description of pain, there is a punishment that really goes beyond people's imagination. It was something invented by a Jewish businessman who wantonly took other people's patents and whitewashed them as his own achievements in order to blackmail another talented genius. With the greed of capital and the malice of bandits, and with the help of certain forces and exploration, this kind of punishment began to enter the process of punishing the same kind of creatures, adding a new page to the record of human beings harming the same kind.

The name of the punishment is electrocution.

Although in the increasingly dazzling and colorful entertainment colors of the earth at that time, the superpower of mastering thunder and lightning was replaced one by one by the dazzling superpowers in novels. Under the long-term influence, people will gradually feel that transcending flames, ice, thunder and lightning may not be so great. Difficult thing - after all, in those novels describing extraordinary fantasies, it seems that with a little power, these three common disasters can be ignored.

It's just... what people don't know is that as a carbon-based creature, being burned by flames means permanent loss of body parts. When a large area of ​​the body is burned, the painful and incurable sequelae can make the victim worse than death - the reality is not It’s not a novel. It’s precisely because it doesn’t exist that people imagine a regenerative ability so powerful that it’s close to immortality.

Freezing will cause necrosis of human body structures. Once that black

The appearance of traces of frostbite on humans means that the corresponding structures cannot be saved. What awaits the victims will be permanent limbs and endless phantom pain. Compared with the severe pain and burning of flames, The tragic consequences of freezing seem to be more silent, but this also means that by the time you discover it, you are likely to have entered an irreversible situation - not to mention that the pain caused by freezing is by no means silent. When the extremely cold dry wind blows across the skin and takes away the heat, the pain caused is enough to make people feel like a layer of skin is being torn off!

Compared with the first two, electricity seems to be a new thing.

Its predecessors are gifts given by nature to mankind for thousands of years. As long as fire and severe cold are mentioned, the fear that has been rooted in the hearts of the ancestors will surge out from the depths of the hearts of future generations, making them instinctively think of ways. Get out of danger.

But what about electricity?

Compared to his two predecessors, he seems to be too new and too close to human life. The various conveniences brought by the electrical age always make people feel that this "friend" who is closely related to life does not seem to be dangerous.

But it is not.

High-voltage electricity penetrating the human body can even cause proteins to spontaneously ignite without fire. The intense current hurts the human body more cruelly and ruthlessly than its two predecessors. When it is used as punishment, electricity will turn into the most vicious accomplice. , bringing the punished a terrifying experience:

Because if the control voltage is well controlled, the severe pain caused by electrocution to the victim can ignore the pain level and climb all the way to the point where the human body cannot accept it and the mind cannot recognize it!

And what Hao Zhao was feeling now was ten times more painful than being electrocuted.

Because normal electrocution still whips the body, but Xi's bone needles stabbed his soul needle by needle!

How fragile is the soul?

Since the ancient times of Terra, no one has been willing to explore this topic.

But Hao Zhao now has the right to speak. He even wants to write a book to describe the various pains he has encountered, and then stuff all this knowledge into pages, and finally use these pages to intoxicate those who are swimming in the ocean of knowledge. Children, let them also experience what it feels like to feel the pain that goes deep into their souls!

pain!It hurts so much!

The pain was so painful that I wanted to throw my body into a meat grinder to avoid the pain. The pain was so painful that I couldn't wait to crash into a cave to escape this process that was worse than death. Xi's threading was amazingly fast, but Hao Zhao Her consciousness was actually much faster than her needle drop speed due to the ritual that she didn't know who came from!

So much so that the severe pain always followed his perception like a shadow, as if the ritual itself was viciously watching the performer suffer unprecedented pain and lose his mind, and the paintings with astonishing spirituality were just incidental.

But the orange cat gritted his teeth. He even asked Bai Feather to abolish his control of his body. Only Bai Feather, who had nothing to do with this process, was responsible for controlling his body. And his soul accepted this situation calmly than being thrown into it. The endless cauldron of boiling water in the eighteen levels of hell will hurt several levels of despair.

This is the price.

He can't think of anything else in his mind. Parallel memory, Sui, Klein, True Dragon, Quan Neng, Kong Ming... all kinds of concepts are thrown into the void in his brain. There are only two memories remaining in his soul:

One said it was painful and the other said it was the price.

So the orange cat endured it.

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Xi Fei quickly threaded the needle, and the phantom pain caused by her lost left arm caused a layer of sweat to break out on her forehead, but she must not stop. The ceremony had entered a critical moment, and any disruption might damage their efforts. Falling short of success.

She didn't even dare to look at Hao Zhao, because she knew how shocking the pain caused by the art of transcendence would be, and how much inhuman pain and despair Hao Zhao was experiencing at this time.

Xi could no longer care about other physiological phenomena. Even though she was now dripping with sweat and the blood was pouring out from her body, and she was extremely embarrassed, and she couldn't even control the tears on her face, Xi still tried her best to paint. , and began to embroider large pieces of paintings with the colors she wanted on Hao Zhao's body, which was in great pain.

——The art of transcendence requires the two of them as sacrifices. In the dark, Xi and Hao Zhao have a subtle connection, but the orange cat is in too much pain to care about itself, and Xi can still feel that the orange cat is imprisoned in the body. The soul roars like a prisoner.

He must be so desperate that he is about to die, wishing he had never made the decision to save me, right?

Xi wanted to convince herself that she should just give up and stop torturing someone who was willing to save her before she died.

But even though the pain was so painful that he wished he had never been born, the orange cat still said nothing, and even his body stood more and more calmly. Even though his soul had been tortured until it was broken and crispy, his body still stood, waiting for the completion of the ceremony.

Xi can only continue to embroider and paint, and add all her existence to Hao Zhao, otherwise she will really let down Hao Zhao's persistence.

……

Finally, a huge, dark-green beast appeared on Hao Zhao's back, roaring towards the sky at the pale skin, making a silent cry.

Chapter 261 Madman (Seventeen)

Underneath the pale, paper-like skin are bulging muscles. The muscles are not inferior to Xiong Zan's and are swollen and tough. Only the rugged and plump muscles on his back have a heroic spirit that is hard to find in the past.

On the bloodless skin, silk threads are carefully embroidered along the texture of the bones and flesh, and large areas of indigo color are carefully embroidered on the knotted knots by the painter.

On Meng's back, from scales to claws, from whiskers to tail, a lifelike indigo beast winds up and down, attached to the man's broad and solid back.

This is an elegant and cold giant beast, with indigo scales, a slender body, and four sharp claws shining with sparkling cold light. It is extremely huge, and each scale is frighteningly thick. When embroidered on the back, the strange indigo The paint reflects the moonlight that occasionally sneaks in from the entrance of the cave, flickering.

Around the giant beast with scales and horns, the large blank space symbolizes the vastness of the sky. The painter's accurate composition makes the sky appear distant and vast, and the green and black dragon can actually occupy a huge position in the infinitely empty sky. , which shows the huge size of the dragon beast.

The beautiful indigo-colored scales have stitches so fine that they are almost invisible at each end. Xi did not lie to Hao Zhao. She is indeed very good at embroidery. She is so good at embroidery that the giant dragon spreads its fangs and claws on her back and rises infinitely. The temperament of life can't wait for it. Despite the pale skin, it is difficult for the viewer to find any clues about the needlework.

Under the coiled body of the giant dragon, the rolling mountains are dotted with a calm gray color. The layers of peaks that cleverly fit the contours of the waist muscles accurately identify the curves of Hao Zhao's body. Even the rugged and weird rocks on the mountain are faintly visible. visible.

Although Xi himself felt that it was superfluous and should not embroider these mountain peaks as backgrounds, the art of transcendence is ultimately a technique that complements the painting method. If there is only a giant green beast occupying the back, it will not be a perfect painting. How could his works—paintings that even the artist himself did not acknowledge—catch the eye of the art of transcendence and meet the extremely stringent success conditions of this evil art?

Looking at the giant beast that looked like a living thing on the pale human skin, as if it was about to roll out of the human skin and run for freedom in the next moment, Xi had a pale smile on his face, holding the bone needle with his right hand behind his back, holding the needle tremblingly. The needle point points to the cyan dragon horn on the right side of the face:

The pain caused by Hao Zhao being embroidered with a giant beast made Xi's forehead sweat. Just by sensing the painful roar of the orange cat's soul from a distance, Xi knew that this transcendental technique was far more bizarre and cruel than what had been recorded in the past. The bone needle pierced the Xi already understood the extent of the torture Hao Zhao had endured, and now, this bone needle was about to pierce her own body, peeling off the internal organs, scales, and remaining bones and blood. The thought of that made Hao Zhao unable to control himself. How could Xi not tremble in the severe pain?

Except for a madman who chopped himself into more than 180 parts, has the incarnation of Sui Xiang ever tortured himself like this?

Whether it's Nian, Xi, or even the eldest sister Ling in the sisters' Sui Xiang, they face various challenges under the protection of power. The split divinity of Sui Xiang allows them to easily ignore the many negative conditions imposed on them. Pain, Origin Stone, disease, aging, madness... As long as they don't want to, no matter how intense the pain is, it will not tear apart the senses of the incarnations of the age, making them miserable and making life worse than death.

——Losing limbs in battle, causing diseases due to the environment, losing youthfulness due to aging, and excruciating pain when injured. When these negative effects cannot affect a warrior, she will naturally gain the courage and strength to face everything. But if they really "enjoy" the reincarnation of birth, old age, illness and death like ordinary people, how many people can face life and death with a smile without fear?

Xi didn't know what her eldest brother and eldest sister thought, but for herself, who lived in the studio all year round and was isolated from other people by various mysteries arranged by her power, and who was able to make such a choice, it was clear how she thought about pain and fighting:

Any immortal would dare to bully a mortal, but how many people in the past and present have actually started a life-and-death battle at the immortal level, except for a certain lunatic who calls himself Sui?

——The ancient races are of course an exception. Every drop of blood in the blood of those golden species carries strength and conquest, and they have started wars so many times that even the giant beasts cannot count them:

It was too long ago and too frequent. In that era when the immortals were hiding in Tibet, not daring to challenge the glory of the ancient races head-on, or even daring to use their conspiracies, there were so many wars among the ancient races themselves that they broke out in ancient Terra. The terrain of the continent changes to the point where it changes every 100 years!

Xi is afraid of that era when people are as anxious as a fish that has slipped through the net and panicked like a bird missing from the forest. She is also afraid of the unforgettable pain and pain. Judging from Hao Zhao’s cry of spiritual despair, the pain caused by the art of transcendence I'm afraid even death can be overcome.

So stop?

Xi once again glanced at Hao Zhao's spiritually embroidered back with a complicated expression - the pale and bloodless human skin was embroidered with a dragon that wanted to tear open the skin and break out of the restraints, and there was a wild, ferocious and cruel look among the flowers. wild.

The orange cat had already helped her make the choice, and he had already paid the price, so how could she be timid?

The incarnation of Sui took a long breath, and the deep breath pushed up her beautiful breasts. The trembling shaking was like Xi's anxiety when facing the art of transcendence, but she could not be afraid or choose, so she selected and aimed the bone needle. ,finally--

Whoosh-!

The sharp sound that broke through the air made Xi Subai's cheeks instantly turn pale. She closed her eyes reflexively, just like when she was young and didn't dare to face the Celestial Master in the Middle Ages who was full of martial virtue and wanted to overturn all the giant beasts, she closed her eyes and hid. He was behind Ling, but now no one could stand in front of him. Facing the revival of the Sui Beast's divinity, Xi was the only one who belonged to him.

Maybe we have to add an orange cat who is in so much pain that he can't even pay attention to her?

But it didn't matter, just because of Xi's fear, as her blood-soaked face shrank into slight twitching fear, the bone needle penetrated deeply into the root of the sharp horn on Xi's forehead, and with a fierce pry, an indigo-colored dragon

The horn was simply dropped from her forehead, and turned into invisible spiritual power under the power of the transcendence technique, and was added to the vibrant beast on Hao Zhao's back.

The indigo-colored Long Yanyan shook his head, and the paint with the blood and periosteum merged with Hao Zhao's pale skin.

But these are not enough. Only the giant beast's head is integrated into Hao Zhao's body and spirit and walks with him. If Xi's spirit is to be fully entrusted, at least the entire dragon must come alive!

However, Xi's attention is no longer on the dragon that has begun to animate on Hao Zhao's back. At this moment, the great painter's face turned red, and his whole body turned a subtle pink color!

Chapter 262 Madman ([-])

Joy, comfort, pleasure, happiness...

Xi has never enjoyed such soft and wonderful happiness for a moment. The beautiful senses are like a warm dessert wrapped around the soul. The delicate happiness softly fills every corner of the heart, making it irresistible.

how so?Why is this happening?

As the bone needle digs out the skull and pries off the dragon's horns, joy and happiness attack Xi's consciousness. It is obvious that this is a moment of life and death. Sui Xiang is about to revive, the ceremony is still going on, and the future is uncertain, which brings about anxiety and repeated struggles. Pain is like ice and snow melting under the scorching sun, becoming an insignificant memory in happiness.

Her soul seemed to be soaking in a gentle hot spring, and the surroundings were filled with warmth. Satisfaction and comfort dominated Xi, making her just want to sleep like this, without worrying about this or that, without thinking about life and death, just being here Accept yourself in silence and talk to silence...

Om-!

Just like the weak fire in the tundra is blown out by the cold wind, or like walking out of the spring water into the ice and snow after soaking in an open-air hot spring in winter, happiness and warmth cool down like a package that is not renewed enough. For a time, happiness and beauty are lost. The emptiness and misery it brought made Xi suddenly feel sad. She pulled out the bone needle and subconsciously wanted to cut open her body with the bloody needle, take out her internal organs and sacrifice them to the art of transcendence, so as to return to happiness.

The sharp bone needles cut open the chest without any pause. The beautiful fat structure followed gravity and pulled the cortical fascia that was easily cut by the bone needles downwards. They were obviously both bones, but Xi just used the bone needles to point at the sternum. With one stroke, the hard sword-shaped bones were easily broken open like skin, revealing the beating heart and the two lungs that inflated and compressed with breathing.

Just when Xi was about to push out the bone needle and tear off the entire lung, it was like waking up suddenly from a nightmare or waking up from a dream. The great painter suddenly stopped his flowing dismantling and stared at the whole torn chest with wide eyes. :

What a vicious design!What a poisonous thought!

Seeing the blood flowing out of the wound and being transformed into spirituality by the art of transcendence and injected into the increasingly mysterious paintings behind Hao Zhao, Xi Qiang endured the emptiness and loss caused by being separated from happiness, and was shocked to the point of shuddering by the malice contained in this evil magic!

If you think about it, you will know that if you were to do it alone, you would enjoy the painful painting process and wish to commit suicide immediately. When you tear the body apart and inject spirituality, you are ready to accept the pain, but who would have thought that tearing the body apart will bring about something unprecedented. Contentment and happiness?

Comparing the two aspects, how many people can stop pursuing beautiful happiness and stop destroying the body? !

No wonder almost no one has succeeded in the art of transcendence throughout the ages, and the most famous work on the birth of painting is only a semi-finished product. Even an age like Xi, who is completely different from human life forms, can hardly withstand the temptation of the art of transcendence, let alone someone who is originally What about painters who are driven crazy by bottlenecks and pay more and more attention to the sensory world?

Unexpected, simple and effective, just one comparison, one abnormality, the consequences can almost tear apart any resistance of the caster!

Is this the art of transcendence?

Xi stared at the Qingdai in her back who was vividly alive in front of her, and even began to resonate with her because of the injection of blood spirituality. She already understood what the test at this stage was:

She must endure happiness, overcome happiness, and use extremely delicate techniques to share the highest half of her spirituality - if she gives it all, she will inject herself and Sui Xiang into Hao Zhao's back, and when Sui Xiang wakes up, On the contrary, it will harm Hao Zhao's life. If she lacks spirituality, the giant beast embroidered on Hao Zhao's back and constantly merging with his flesh and blood will not be able to carry her will. In the end, Xi will only draw water with a bamboo basket in vain, and make mistakes. Qingqing's life!

It turns out that the essential purpose of the art of transcendence in painting is to inject one's own will into the painting, abandon the human body, and use the portrait to preserve life in the world. At the end of the ceremony, Xi Ye finally understood the purpose of the art of transcendence.

It indeed has great power that matches the cruel and bloody ritual. For mortals, without the promotion of essential spirituality, they cannot even promote immortals. In the long history of Terra, the Yan Kingdom has gone from a true dragon to a heavenly master. He studied spiritual advancement for countless years under the instinctive desire for immortality, but the best result was to use the Source Stone to survive.

However, the art of transcendence is a sorcery at first glance. Except for Xi, who is so spiritual that she is essentially immortal, and her friend Hao Zhao, who completely trusts her and begins to be trusted by her, it is very likely that everyone will fall into the horror of death. Curses can actually easily lift ordinary people with no foundation directly to the level of immortals:

Xi Ke knows very well how to advance after taking refuge in paintings. Rather, as long as he exists in the paintings in the form of spiritual life, he can see the Mansu that is everywhere but cannot be perceived by the ordinary world. As long as he logs the paintings into the Mansu, he will be able to see them. The lowest-ranking Immortal was born.

He may not have the right

Ability, maybe not as unique as the giant beasts, but from now on you will enjoy long youth and immortality. Disease, aging, pain, and even death can be avoided in special ways-the beast master of Syracuse can do it The spiritual life inhabiting the painting can also be done after becoming familiar with it.

They can even train agents similar to Wolf Fang, start bloody and boring battles, and laugh at the fleetingness of mortal life while watching the fire from the other side.

Xi felt incredible.

Promoting a mortal to an immortal is as difficult as turning water into oil without adding new variables - the two seem to be the same, but in fact they always lack a unique element. Without complementation, water will never be able to think of it. Become a member of the oil.

And now, there is a ritual that can elevate ordinary people to immortals!

Instinctively, Xi thought of something that Sui longed for so much - the "uniqueness" possessed by the Titan of Light, which was composed of endless light. It undoubtedly had the ability to uplift ordinary life at will, and as a matter of fact, it was related to light. The star that the giant gods fight against, does he... also have the same level of uniqueness as the giant gods?

Since uniqueness exists, what is the relationship between the art of transcendence and uniqueness?

There must be a big secret here.

Xi thought, and then cut off all thoughts:

Don't worry about such unnecessary worries. What can she do if Tianxing is revived?No one expects a poor little guy who is about to be swallowed by divinity to fight against a star that is about to swallow the whole of Terra, right?