Weird World of Immortality

It's a big tub.

The pitch-black basin was big enough for a five-year-old to lie in with spread out.

The naked child trembled and climbed into the big wooden basin. The child was skinny and his bones were exposed.

After he lay down, a middle-aged man came over with a black pottery pot in his hand. He opened the black pottery pot, the mouth of the pottery pot tilted down, and countless ants and bugs flowed into the large wooden basin.

The black bug completely covered the child in the tub.

The child's terrifying pain sounded from the basin.

After a long time, the middle-aged man put the black clay pot in the basin with a cold face.

The scattered insects all crawled towards the pot at once, and soon all entered the pot.

The strange thing is that the child who was bitten by the insect did not have the slightest injury.

The child was so weak and sweating profusely, he turned his eyes slightly at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man lifted the child up, and he took out an elixir and fed it to the child.

The child's breath recovered a little from the air.

"Wen Xiao." The middle-aged man called out the child's name, "You should understand that insect torture is a necessary means for us to communicate with insects."

Of course Wen Xiao understands that the more worm tortures you spend, the better it will be for the worms to communicate with them. After ten years of age, the worms will be completely fixed. If you want to use worms to increase your worms like now, That was already impossible.

The Western Barbarian Insect Sect uses insect sense as a measure of talent. The stronger the sense of insects, the more precise the control of insects.

The more times you can bear the torture, the stronger the sense of worms, but the torture is very dangerous. Every year, I don’t know how many children can’t survive and die in the torture.

Generally, children suffer from insect torture only when their will is relatively firm after the age of seven. At most ten times a year, if they can endure it thirty times, the insect sense is generally good.

But he started at the age of five.

"Wen Xiao, you have to know that you are different from others." The middle-aged man said with a cold face: "Other children can start at the age of seven, and they can endure 30 insect tortures or not even 30 times, only ten times. Can."

"It's good to live a life of ignorance, but you can't, either you will become a genius of the insect religion, or you will die. You can't be mediocre."

The middle-aged man threw Wen Xiao into the barrel again.

Wen Xiao stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering why he couldn't be mediocre?

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The elephant body condensed by the gray fog is still the same as before.

The three chief examiners have been waiting for half an hour.

Nobody came out of this end.

Instead, a candidate rushed out from the side, and after rushing out, the whole person was dizzy.

The three of Zhongtian walked over to check and confirmed that the candidate was not life-threatening.

But it was difficult to wake up for a while, his face was full of panic, and his facial features were a little distorted, as if he had experienced something terrible in the gray fog.

Let the teacher take people down and treat them well, and notify them if they wake up.

The three chief examiners have been preoccupied since then.

You must know that Zhongtian's disciple Du Ni is inside, Yuanhai's disciple is inside, and Mrs. Zhang Li's grandson is inside.

They are both human and of course worried.

Especially what the scene will be like inside, in fact, they don't know.

"What kind of phantom trains the mind and can scare people like this?" Mrs. Zhang Li said in a low voice.

"Cultivation of the mind was originally a trial for Taoist monks. Taoist monks all know that the most difficult task, even Taoist monks will be caught in the heart, and it will no longer be possible to make progress or go crazy. What kind of training? The heart is not easy." Zhongtian sighed softly.

"Amitabha." Yuanhai lowered his head and closed his eyes and said, "The world is like a sea of ​​suffering, all living beings are suffering, no one's heart can be truly clear and flawless, everyone will have their own emotions and desires, and their hearts will be sad."

"Even if they are extremely talented, they shouldn't have been prepared for this training." Mrs. Zhang Li's expression darkened, and he was still dissatisfied with the saint's recklessness.

But Zhongtian and Yuanhai did not answer, because this is not something they can change.

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Zhou Fan walked down the streets, and scenes appeared in his mind.

The street scene has not changed in any way, and there are memories of his life here.

Even though he knew in his heart that all of this was probably an illusion created from memories deep in his mind, his heart was beating fast.

Crossed the crowded zebra crossing and entered a somewhat dilapidated community.

He stood downstairs and looked at the six-story tower.

He raised his head and stood quietly. His home was at 307 on the third floor.

grandma...sister...

Will you be at home?