Due to amnesia, Song Shuhang could no longer remember why he had such a strange … or rather, brutal throne magic treasure in his hands.
The brutality of this throne magic treasure was not aimed at the enemy, but at himself — when I'm ruthless, I'm especially cruel to myself. This was the description of this kind of magic treasure.
Song Shuhang didn't have much time to think about it.
At the critical moment, he instinctively took out this throne magic treasure.
His intuition told him … that this throne magic treasure could come in handy. In the cultivation world, the more strange a magic treasure was, the more interesting it was, or it had a special use.
As long as this throne could help him, who had a hole in his chest, and the petite fairy who had lost her heart, then he had nothing to hesitate about!
Facing the bone spikes on the throne, Song Shuhang didn't hesitate.
Anyway … he had a treasured armor!
With the treasured armor as a cushion, these bone spikes were nothing to be afraid of.
After a while.
"Hiss ~ Hiss ~" Ba Song, who was sitting on this throne, kept gasping.
Wave after wave of intense pain hit him like the waves of the sea.
The pain was really indescribable to outsiders.
While enduring the pain, he supported the petite fairy in his arms and observed her state.
The effect of this throne was great!
The petite fairy, who had lost her heart and almost fainted, stabilized her state.
Song Shuhang himself was the same. The feeling of air leakage in his chest disappeared, and he was no longer cold.
The two sat on this terrifying throne, motionless.
At this time, the long white striped sister asked, "What kind of magic treasure is this throne?"
"I don't know, I only know that it can come in handy. In fact, when I sat on this throne, the injuries on my body stopped at once. "Song Shuhang said.
This throne had the effect of 'suspending life'.
No matter how serious the injury, as long as one sat on it, one could take a breath.
"Me too." Su Clan's Sixteen said. Although she was sitting on Tyrannical Song's body, the life-prolonging effect of the throne also affected her … Perhaps it was because the area she occupied was relatively small, and when she sat with Tyrannical Song, she was counted as' one person '?
"The only problem is that I can't stand up right now," Song Shuhang said in a low voice. As long as he left this cruel throne, the effect of prolonging his life would disappear.
He was fine. The hole in his chest was recovering at a slow speed. This should be the self-healing effect of the Body Tempering Techniques that he brought with him?
However, Little Fairy's heart showed no signs of recovery.
Once the hole in his chest was healed, the Little Fairy would be left to sit on the throne alone.
"Anyway, let's leave this damned space first," Song Shuhang said.
As long as he could hang on to his last breath and get out of this Tribulation Transcendence space, he could think of a way to cure the little fairy's heart.
The White Dragon Sister answered, "If you want to leave, there may be another step."
He vaguely remembered that there should be a very important step after Xuansheng's Tribulation of the Eighth Stage.
"There's another step? Is this Heavenly Tribulation not over yet? " Song Shuhang frowned and pondered … After hearing the long white sister's words, he vaguely remembered that there really seemed to be a follow-up step.
It should be a very cool step.
"In my vague memory, the next step should be the harvest step. It shouldn't be too dangerous." The White Dragon Sister scratched her chin with her little claws — as long as he didn't court death.
"When will the next step come?" Song Shuhang asked.
"Wait, don't be anxious," the White Dragon Sister replied.
Song Shuhang gritted his teeth. "I'm not anxious, but it's a little painful."
The throne under him kept inflicting pain on him.
This was the price of 'prolonging his life'.
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…
The waiting time was long.
When playing games or having fun, an hour passed in the blink of an eye. But when waiting, a minute felt as long as an hour.
Song Shuhang sat on the cruel Throne of Pain, enduring wave after wave of pain.
The person who invented this throne must have a twisted mind!
Sitting on the throne and prolonging his life meant that he had to endure the pain. In this world, how many people could withstand the incessant pain?!
Just as he was thinking about this …
To his horror, Song Shuhang discovered that his body was adapting to this pain.
Accepting the pain and adapting to it.
Then, ignoring the pain!
[Although I knew from the start that my tolerance for pain is very high. But this ability to accept and adapt to pain is too exaggerated, isn't it?] An uneasy feeling welled up in Song Shuhang's heart.
What kind of person was he before he lost his memory?
Why did he have such a strong ability to adapt to pain?
This was no longer an ability that could be explained by a simple 'defensive MT' type of cultivator.
As time passed, Song Shuhang discovered something even more terrifying.
He … began to enjoy the pain.
The stabbing pain on the cruel throne gradually turned into a comfortable feeling like a 'massage'.
The muscles all over his body started to send signals to his brain that his massage technique was top-notch, and so on.
The cruel throne seemed to have turned into a massage chair.
[This is definitely not a normal ability!] Song Shuhang was a little flustered.
This ability was very likely to cause people to misunderstand him.
Therefore, he absolutely couldn't let the little fairy maiden and the big sister wearing the white scarf find out that he was currently 'enjoying the pain'.
Thinking of this, Song Shuhang took a deep breath from time to time and let out a 'hiss ~ hiss ~' scream.
Every time he took a deep breath and let out a scream, the hollow heart of the little fairy maiden would also feel cold.
The little fairy maiden stretched out her hand and tightly grabbed Song Shuhang's big hand.
"Hiss ~" Song Shuhang took a deep breath at the right time.
Behind him, the dictionary of words of the virtuous lamia was quietly updated.
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…
Then, after an unknown period of time.
Song Shuhang's consciousness became a little blurred.
The massage chair's function was excellent, it was excellent.
As he continued to massage, he became sleepy.
After feeling sleepy, he couldn't even make a 'hiss ~' sound.
His head leaned back against the blades of the two sharp black sabers.
At this time, the effect of the body tempering came out.
Iron head.
The sharp black sabers couldn't hurt Song Shuhang's scalp in the slightest.
Just like that, he entered dreamland.
White Dragon Sister: "…"
Why don't you make a 'hiss ~' sound!
Why don't you continue to make a 'hiss ~' sound!
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…
Life was like a dream, like a dream but not a dream. What was life like? It was like a dream.
Song Shuhang found himself in the middle of a huge whirlpool.
There was an upside-down staircase in the whirlpool, like a mirror world.
It was a familiar place.
After thinking for a while, he jumped into the whirlpool.
After entering the whirlpool, the upside-down staircase turned into a huge pyramid.
Song Shuhang walked up the long staircase.
A wooden door appeared in front of him.
It was a very ordinary wooden door without any decorations. There weren't even any Runes or carvings.
Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and pushed the wooden door open.
"You're here." Behind the door, there was a young man with three eyes. He smiled and said, "I've been waiting for you to come again. Come, let's enter the long-awaited gambling show and bet everything!"
Gambling?
Gambling was not a good thing.
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