The strong holy light enveloped Lu Chuan's whole body.
The dazzling light made Lu Chuan in the center unable to open his eyes.
But even closing his eyes is of no avail. The light is too strong. Even with a layer of eyelid occlusion, the light can still pass through the eyelids without any obstruction and hit his eyeballs directly.
The eyeballs began to burn.
Lu Chuan felt a tingling sensation.
The feeling was like putting a drop of boiling chili oil on the eyeballs with the eyelids open, and it was unbearable.
He subconsciously wanted to reach out to wipe his eyelids, but found that the skin on his arm was melting like ice cream falling from the high-temperature asphalt road at this time.
The light was too strong, and it was all concentrated around his body, and his whole body began to melt slowly.
Lu Chuan gritted his teeth. Now he is in the state of soul in this space. If he wants to cleanse his soul and lay a good foundation again, he must endure all the pain.
There has never been such a good thing as a pie in the sky. Whatever you get, then you must pay something accordingly.
The heat in the light is still increasing. If Lu Chuan could see his current appearance, it would be horrible. He was completely bloody and bloody at this time, and there was no place intact at all, and the blood that flowed out was also covered. The extremely strong light evaporates.
But as far as Lu Chuan is concerned, it feels better now. He was already numb from the pain, and the painful nerves were not so strong anymore.
What Lu Chuan didn't expect was that terrible pain was still waiting for him, and destroying the body in the form of soul was only the first step.
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After his body was dissolved by the strong light and turned into dust and mist, Lu Chuan was left with only a tiny ray of soul.
This is his true soul body.
After the strong light destroyed all Lu Chuan's body, it also dissipated, and what followed was the darkness beyond sight.
In the darkness, a faint flame glowing with purple light suddenly rose up at this moment.
The flames grew bigger and bigger, and finally the entire space was filled with flames. Naturally, Lu Chuan's soul body could not escape the catastrophe, and his soul was swallowed by the flames.
This kind of flame seemed to be specially used to burn and roast the soul, and only a little bit of it made Lu Chuan feel like his soul was bitten by ten thousand ants, and his whole body was hot and itchy.
He seemed to see the death god with a sickle beckoning to him, in the raging fire.
Approaching him step by step, slowly stretched out his hand to him.
"Come to me, hell is much more comfortable than here." said the god of death.
Indeed, Lu Chuan was a little shaken.
He had never experienced such a feeling before, and he couldn't describe the general feeling of kneeling and begging for mercy.
He was about to agree, he followed the god of death, even if he went to hell, there would be no such painful things waiting for him, right
But the delicate and delicate face of the gods flashed in his mind at this time.
no! Where is this
If you just give up like this, doesn't it seem too useless
Lu Chuan snorted and allowed the faint fire to bake his soul. Even the shape of the soul at this time became extremely transparent, and it would drift away at any time.
But it was abruptly survived in this darkness, this dark and fiery prison.
After I don't know how long, the fire slowly dissipated, and Lu Chuan's soul body slowly fell to the ground weakly.
If there is color in the soul, I am afraid it is already blackened by now.
But without waiting for him to take a breather, the second test soon followed.
It was still in this dark and chaotic space, and not long after the flames had dissipated, blood spattered in the sky.
Yes, bloodblood.
With the color of blood, it also has the shape of snowflakes.
But it brought an extremely biting cold.
If the cold was originally within Lu Chuan's tolerance, just after the high-temperature baking, the temperature suddenly dropped to an extreme, causing Lu Chuan's soul to form a layer of frost.
The temperature continued to drop, and Lu Chuan could not estimate what concept the temperature appeared to be so low, but he was certain that it was a temperature that he had never heard of even in his own world.
The soul state is not affected by temperature, but Lu Chuan felt cold.
"Stick to your heart, these are just processes for washing your soul, you must get through it!" Lu Chuan meditated to himself in his heart.
He remembered a word the god said to him earlier.
"Take any pain as happiness and enjoy it, so maybe it will feel better."
This sentence seems very contradictory, but in Lu Chuan's current state of extreme pain, imagining it as a feeling of happiness can indeed have no small effect.
The blood blossoms grew bigger and bigger. Soon, in this dark space, the floor was covered with blood, and Lu Chuan's soul was buried in it. He was about to freeze, and even his consciousness was a little fuzzy Freed up.
As time passed by, his consciousness became weaker and weaker.
So that in the end, he almost fainted coldly.
"Tick." A drop of water dripped gently on his soul at this time, causing Lu Chuan to shock suddenly.
"Tick, tick..."
Up in the sky, raindrops suddenly began to fall continuously. Although the temperature of the raindrops is not high, it is enough to melt these bloody flowers compared to the cold bloody flowers that are not known.
As a result, the blood sprinkled all over the place turned into blood water. With a strong smell of fishy smell, Lu Chuan even suspected that the blood was squeezed out of his own body.
However, the rain was regarded as saving Lu Chuan's life. His life was already hanging by a thread. As long as he dragged on for a while, he might be frozen to death here.
Because the current Lu Chuan's survival depends entirely on a residual consciousness in his soul, if this consciousness is also frozen, the soul will dissipate.
The rain is getting heavier and harder to see everything in the sky, only the colorless and turbid raindrops are falling continuously.
In the end it turned into a downpour, which washed away all the blood.
"Is this rain to wash the soul?" Lu Chuan thought to himself, but soon he realized that he was wrong.
The rain gradually increased, and at the end the thick rain line could not even be separated.
"Boom!!" At this time, a thunderstorm sounded in the air.
"Second card!!" A dazzling lightning fell straight, hitting Lu Chuan's soul weight hard.