Lu Pingyuan thought that this guy who suddenly launched a sneak attack on him must have come with some clear purpose, but he didn't even know his intentions, which he did not expect.

He couldn't help but look up and carefully at the person squatting in front of him. The other party was covered with his face, obviously not trying to reveal his identity. However, the masking method is really a bit naive to the cultivator. This does not require any superpowers. The perception realm of the sixth level of the Soul of the Cyclone is enough to see the facial features behind a thin layer of cloth. As for the mask of the Kaiyang Peak's dark messenger, it was made of a special material, which is incomparable to ordinary rags.

Lu Ping didn't understand these things very much. At the moment, he couldn't use the power of his soul, so he naturally couldn't see the true appearance behind the mask. He just stared at the other person like this, but it attracted a burst of displeasure from the other person.

"I don't like your look very much." The other party said, and his right hand, which was placed on the wound on Lu Ping's left leg, suddenly squeezed Lu Ping's wound.

However, he did not even frown at all the screams and struggles he had expected.

"I can't tell, little devil, or a tough guy?" The other party said, and his hands increased their strength again, but Lu Ping was still indifferent. He even looked down at the wound that was pinched to pieces, but he still did not show any pain.

Does it hurt?

Of course, if you do this, it will naturally be a double pain when you sprinkle salt on a wound. Lu Ping's feeling is not dull.

He only felt regret for the other party. After three years of escape from the organization, he was still familiar with the pain. After all, it started from what he remembered, and it was accompanied by him almost every day. He did not die, and he endured all kinds of pain with amazing perseverance. At that time, his soul power was also imprisoned; at that time, he was even younger than now; at that time, the pain he experienced was more than a hundred times stronger than this time.

This hurts?

If the situation wasn't optimistic, Lu Ping would have a heart to smile.

The other party also stopped in doubt. He was not surprised that he could hold back the pain, but he seemed as calm as Lu Ping, and he couldn't understand anything.

"I have at least a hundred ways to torture people, some of which are completely unimaginable," said the other party.

When Lu Ping almost laughed when he heard this.

One hundred kinds? Are there many?

The pain I have endured is so numerous that I am too lazy to count.

"So you'd better be honest." Lu Ping was too lazy to look at him when the other party said this.

"It seems that I need to let you know the real pain." The other party said, raising his hand again, but this time it was no longer a superficial method of squeezing the wound. A soul-stirring force shot out from the other party's fingers and drilled into Lu Ping's wound. Then, he began to appreciate the changes in Lu Ping's expression.

Lu Ping frowned slightly.

This kind of pain is indeed much stronger than the pain caused by the flesh and blood body before, and it is indeed a damage that only cultivators can produce.

But...this is right!

This is the type of pain that Lu Ping is familiar with. The organization used him to experiment with it, and he always made a Mingtang in terms of the power of the soul. To be honest, Lu Ping suffered less flesh and blood than before. He experienced more seriousness. The power of the soul attacked the body and destroyed it, and he experienced more of the various pains created by the power of the soul.

At this time, it is nothing more than this type. It is indeed more uncomfortable, and it is indeed not as calm as it is. However, it is not impossible to bear it.

A look of pain appeared on Lu Ping's face, which was involuntarily affected by the power of the soul. As for the opponent, he still didn't want to pay attention to him. He was thinking about whether he could deceive the other party by pretending to be dead at this time. However, it was a cultivator who appeared in Beidou Academy. Such a superficial trick was useless, right?

"If you don't want to eat toast, you'll be punished." The other party saw the painful expression on Lu Ping's face. He snorted coldly. He raised his hand again, and the power of soul that had just entered Lu Ping's body suddenly retreated from the original path like a living thing.

"I ask, you answer." The other party reiterated his rules.

"What are you doing in Jiayun Valley?" Still this question.

Lu Ping didn't want to wait for death. He was working hard to survive. He was still thinking about Su Tang, thinking about Xifan, Molin, and Teacher Chu Min, thinking about Guo Youdao's ideals, and thinking about Zhaifeng Academy.

But he really had no way to use his mighty power at this time, and he had tried it.

So he decided to tell a lie and deal with the other party in this way.

"Uh, just take a walk." Lu Ping said.

"I think you won't cry until you see the coffin!" The other party was furious. Lu Ping's very casual lie seemed to him to be contempt and humiliation of himself.

"If you don't say it, you'll die!" This time, he didn't leave any backstop, gathered a ball of light with his hands, and blasted towards Lu Ping hard. He no longer walked through any wounds. It was such a comprehensive and complete injury.

"My patience is only three seconds left." The other party said coldly.

Lu Ping felt that his whole body was covered with the power of soul, and the pain was stimulating his nerves everywhere.

His face was already a little distorted, and the pain was ten times stronger than before.

It really doesn't work, so if I can only say it? Lu Ping was thinking, and at the same time he was thinking about whether there could be a more sophisticated lie.

"Time is here." The other party said coldly. Three seconds were really fast.

"Go to die!" the other party said mercilessly, turning around and leaving with great determination. He only gave Lu Ping three seconds, and he did what he said.

But what about the killer move?

Lu Ping looked at his back with some confusion. He was already ready to say something. But the other party suddenly turned his head and left, very determined. Soon, in the blink of an eye, he rushed out a lot and chased towards the direction Zi Mu had left before.

Did he think that this move was enough to kill himself?

The power of the soul was still invading Lu Ping's whole body, and this attack did not fade away because of the opponent's departure. Perhaps he thought that such continuous damage would be enough to kill Lu Ping, but Lu Ping really didn't think so.

His looks very thin physique is extremely strong in bearing the power of soul. I don’t know if it was trained in the organization for many years or if the Tianxing people who have been trained through the six souls should have such physical fitness.

Anyway, die?

Cut off Lu Ping's head, he would die in this rough way; but this even more terrifying attack that even a cultivator of a certain level could not have been used, Lu Ping might not have been there.

He endured the pain and struggled to get up. He looked at the wound on his left leg, and it was a bit more headache for him.

As for the invasion of the soul power in the body...

How long has it been for this level for the longest time? Lu Ping recalled it, and then found that he really couldn't remember it.

Because it was just an insignificant record, he had no intention of memorizing it.

Who would have thought that at this time, the soul power in his body suddenly changed again. The soul power that had originally invaded his whole body suddenly gathered together again and began to concentrate on releasing their power.

Oh...this case...

Lu Ping felt a little bad, very bad. With such an explosion, his body would be torn apart, and the endurance of the damage to the soul power could no longer play a decisive role.

The only thing that can prevent this kind of damage from erupting is the power of soul. Although he cannot control it, at this time, what other ways are there besides trying again?

Grit your teeth!

Mobilize the power of my soul that has been troubled.

There was only one thought in his heart.

He doesn't want to die.

The dean wouldn't want him to die.

The update at this time is the real me... (To be continued)
Chapter completed!