Song Yanqing has been facing this group of demons since she was a child, no matter how ugly they are, she has been seeing them for so many years, and she can bear them no matter how disgusting they are.
Song Yanqing didn't know what it would be like to take his soul, but it must have been uncomfortable.
He closed his eyes, remembering all the past.
What Qiao Jin said just now was definitely not for no reason.
As he was thinking about it, a pain that he couldn't describe suddenly came from the bottom of his heart.
He let out a muffled grunt, slammed his body back, and his back hit the wall straight, causing a sharp pain.
However, it was nothing compared to the sudden pain.
He felt that something seemed to be forcibly peeled off, but he couldn't feel the real source of the pain all over his body.
It's like being torn apart, something wants to tear myself into pieces bit by bit.
The handsome face turned extremely pale in an instant, and thin sweat also oozes out.
The severe pain from being pulled from the soul is extreme, the pain cannot be described in words, perhaps if it were an ordinary person, they would have been crying in pain.
Song Yanqing just pursed his lips, but his fingers were tightly grasping the wall behind. The stone material of the wall was not fully finished, but his fingers pinched it deeply, and the dust fell down. At this time, Song Yanqing didn't care about getting dirty.
Not only the pain, but also his head began to feel dizzy.
It seemed that with that tugging, his consciousness was pulled out one by one.
This is an unbearable torment for ordinary people.
Despite the pain, his eyes looked at the demon, still bright and bright, like the most beautiful light in the world.
He couldn't hear the devil's laughter, but through the ferocious smiles on their faces, he could probably imagine how happy they were at this time.
He even saw a demon grabbing its claws into his body. It was obviously incorporeal, as if it had been pierced through. He felt a kind of coldness penetrating into the bone marrow.
That kind of cold can make people's teeth chatter, and he can feel himself getting weaker and weaker.
This weakness is not the weakness of the body itself, but the depression of consciousness.
All of this seemed to take a long time, but in fact it only happened in a dozen seconds. Because of the pain, the time always felt extraordinarily long.
"You have to use your beliefs..."
"I won't save you..."
Song Yanqing's chaotic consciousness kept thinking about Qiao Jin's words.
Qiao Jin would not save him, his soul was dragged into the Rakshasa Realm, and he couldn't save him even if he wanted to.
At least he deduced the information.
He didn't know how firm Qiao Jin's belief was, but he really thought in his mind that he couldn't die here.
Sometimes, some thoughts are beyond our control.
After feeling that his consciousness was being stripped away, the thoughts in his mind became tense.
He is the proud son of the Song family. Even if his fate was changed and his body was extremely weak, he has always shown a perfect side for so many years.
He has the smartest mind and never backs down when faced with a problem. Even if he realizes that he is at a complete disadvantage at the moment, his obsidian eyes are still calm and calm.
His consciousness gradually stripped away, and his vision gradually blurred.
He only saw that from the beginning to the end, the tallest demon never moved, just looked at him with that ferocious eyes, and there was even a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.
This will make you see that Song Yanqing couldn't hold on any longer, and finally moved slowly.