The light knife fell again, and blood spattered immediately.
Chen Ganhua stared closely at the wound on his body.
The second cut was no different from the second cut that he had just experienced.
Then the third knife, the fourth knife...
A knife fell, perfectly repeating everything that happened before.
Chen Ganhua knew exactly where Yan Zhaoge's next slash would land, how deep and how long the slash would be, and even knew that when drawing the slash, Yan Zhaoge would flick his wrist extra this time.
Every next cut is like a reincarnation.
When everything was over, Chen Ganhua, who was covered in blood and flesh, was in a trance for a while.
The wounds on his body disappeared again, and Yan Zhaoge's fingertips once again stretched out a light blade, standing calmly in front of him.
So, the third round begins...
It seems endless.
"Yan Zhaoge!" Chen Qianhua roared suddenly.
"What?" Yan Zhaoge in front of him responded calmly, and at the same time, he slashed down.
It was exactly the same as Chen Ganhua's memory.
It's just that this time Yan Zhaoge didn't make the move himself, the blade of light hung in the air and acted on its own.
The cutting sequence and track position are exactly the same as before.
So, it is a new reincarnation.
"Of course I don't have the heart to play here with you all the time." Yan Zhaoge said calmly, "But don't worry, I used the methods of Zhou Guang Tian Shu, Trapping Immortal Sword, Ling Guang Fei Xian Shu and other methods to create the current situation."
"You should also feel that this is not a false illusion, but the continuous regression and reset of time."
Yan Zhaoge looked down at Chen Qianhua, and said coldly: "In this limited space, it is not difficult for me to create a short-term time reversal and suppress you whose cultivation level has been abolished."
"If not, after your cultivation base is abolished, you will be punished by Ling Chi, and you will easily lose too much blood and die directly."
Chen Ganhua was stabbed again and let out a miserable groan.
"I know, to you, death is not terrible, and you don't care, but believe me, there are many things in this world that are more terrible than death."
Yan Zhaoge chuckled lightly: "If I exchanged it for you, you lunatic might still find it fresh and interesting?"
The expression on Chen Ganhua's face was not so much pain from injury, but anxiety and irritability.
"Now, isn't it interesting?" The smile on Yan Zhaoge's face disappeared: "Now I'm here to talk nonsense to you, and later you can play here by yourself slowly."
Chen Ganhua gritted his teeth, twisted and struggled, but couldn't really move.
"I have thought of a lot of ways to deal with you for being such a cheap ass." Yan Zhaoge said leisurely, "For example, I specially made a toilet, sealed you in the bottom, and endured the baptism of the grain and rain in the world day and night."
"But then I thought, every time a different person comes, you will feel very fresh and interesting, right? Then should I clean you up or take care of you? This is inappropriate, inappropriate." Yan Zhaoge clenched his right hand into a fist He thumped lightly in his left palm.
"However, we can only take one person, and then I will intercept the retrospective time like now, so that you can use a person as a toilet repeatedly forever, and the shape, size, weight, speed and process are all the same every time."
Yan Zhaoge smiled and looked at Chen Ganhua: "This method, or the current experience of Ling Chi, which one do you prefer?"
Although there was a smile on his face, Yan Zhaoge's eyes were cold and there was no smile at all, the sight made Chen Qianhua feel burning pain.
"There are other ways." Yan Zhaoge's tone was cold: "Seal your body so that it cannot move at all, and then take off your two eyeballs and tongue, but the sense of touch, hearing, and smell will all be left to you."
"But you can rest assured that there will be no sound or smell in your place."
"Just in this environment, you can stay until the end of time." Yan Zhaoge looked down at Chen Qianhua: "You love to play and guess so much, why don't you guess how long you can last in this environment? ?”
Chen Ganhua closed his eyes and did not answer, his body trembled slightly, as if he was forcibly enduring something, and his anxiety was beyond words.
Yan Zhaoge looked at him calmly, and tilted his head slightly: "Look, I am still very humane, after all, I have prepared several different ways to play for you, so that you have the opportunity to change up the tricks, should you thank me? ? Let’s talk about some basic manners, shall we?”
"You, you are very angry!" Chen Ganhua pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, as if he was smiling: "The reason why you are angry is because I ruined your good deed, but you have nothing to do?"
He struggled to look up at Yan Zhaoge: "I've always regretted that you were an interesting person by nature, but like most people, you were aroused by vulgar things."
Chen Ganhua smiled miserably: "You are torturing me now precisely because of your helplessness and anger in other matters..."
Yan Zhaoge looked at him, and suddenly burst out laughing.
The light blade kept falling with one knife at a time.
Soon, it will be another reincarnation.
Chen Ganhua panted heavily like a trapped animal.
But he still struggled and raised his head to look at Yan Zhaoge.
"Don't feel so good about yourself." Yan Zhaoge laughed and shook his head: "If I'm really so angry that I lose my mind, I'll just slap you to death."
He gave Chen Ganhua a disdainful look: "You don't care about life and death? So what, what does it have to do with me? I don't care if you are afraid of death or not?"
"I slap you to death with one slap, as long as I feel happy, who cares how you feel?"
Yan Zhaoge spread his hands: "If I'm worried about other things, how can I think of ways to deal with you now?"
Chen Ganhua snorted, and another bloody arrow flew out of his body.
Knowing all the details in detail, but repeating them over and over again, the anxiety and irritability in his heart has reached the level of going crazy.
But this nightmare, which seems to be endless reincarnation, seems to never end.
But a new question arose in his heart, prompting him to ask with difficulty: "The demon of Wutu is reborn and then destroyed, can you bring the dead back to life?"
"Want to know what happened just now? Want to know how I plan to solve this problem?" Yan Zhaoge lowered his head and looked at Chen Qianhua.
The two sides looked at each other, but Yan Zhaoge remained silent.
However, Chen Ganhua's pain was constantly accumulating in samsara, he gritted his teeth and supported with difficulty.
After a long time, Yan Zhaoge suddenly smiled and paused every word.
"No, tell, tell, you."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without staying any longer, disappearing without a trace.
Knowing that he might bring shame on himself, Chen Ganhua blurted out his question just now.
His inner compulsion had to find something to distract him and help him fight his restlessness.
Anxiety and irritability could not be relieved, but continued to accumulate, and finally began to escalate into pain.
"Yan! Zhao! Song!" Chen Ganhua let out a painful and angry roar!
The calmness and laziness of the past are long gone, and the persistence and patience are finally exhausted.
In the black fire cage, the roar and howl of a trapped animal continued to sound.
The response given to him was that the light knife fell down again step by step.
Unhurried, unmoving.
Round after round.