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Chapter 1023 Endless Torment, I Call It Spiritual Pollution

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    Qin Yang has always kept his word, if he said it 100,000 times, then it will be 100,000 times, and there will be no less time.

    Shifang Emperor Zun now quite understands the meaning of the word speechless, but he really can't figure it out now.

    Obviously no matter how many times you try, the result is the same.

    Even if you know everything, there is no way to change it.

    But obviously, what he says now doesn't matter, Qin Yang's words matter.

    When the welt on his face disappeared, and this glaring flaw disappeared, he was qualified to resist.

    But now, he is the same as everyone else, if Qin Yang wants to pull him into the big deduction, he can be pulled in instantly. After the deduction is completed once, he will immediately reset and start again.

    Emperor Shifang also only knows that Qin Yang may have tried it many times, but he doesn't know how much it is.

    Qin Yang didn't bother to pretend anymore, so he went straight to work.

    Every one hundred big deduction, take a break, turn around and continue.

    As long as Qin Yang is given a breath, Qin Yang and Uncle Meng can complete a hundred times, five thousand years of deduction each time.

    Qin Yang didn't say anything, but just kept his head down, recovering when he was tired, and then continuing when he recovered, so repeated, it seemed endless.

    A thousand times, five thousand times, ten thousand times

    When it reached 30,000 times, Shifang Emperor's mentality was about to explode.

    This is no longer just torture to Qin Yang, but Qin Yang pulled him together, jumped into the abyss, and enjoyed this torture together.

    Others, on the other hand, don't feel anything at all. For them, a hundred big deduction is only a short time for one breath and one breath. After a little distraction, several breaths will pass.

    Shifang Emperor thought to himself that he had seen through Qin Yang's deeds, and would instead fall into this endless abyss of despair.

    Can't kill him, but it's more disgusting than killing him.

    So that in the back, every time Shifang Emperor Zun saw through, he was already in despair.

    He had to admit one thing.

    That is, Qin Yang has almost disgusted him to death, and his patience has almost worn out.

    After several eras of polishing, the rock-solid, unshakable will is trembling slightly.

    However, in every big deduction, he was only able to see through the truth at the end.

    The fifty thousandth time.

    The Shifang Emperor went on a killing spree, killing the wedding dress, killing all Qin Yang's relatives, friends, and everyone he knew, even the owner of the tofu shop on the corner.

    However, Qin Yang was expressionless and looked at it numbly, as if the Shifang Emperor had just accidentally trampled to death an ant, and he didn't notice it at all.

    Then, Shifang Emperor Zun stopped.

    He wanted to think about it or not, but Qin Yang's performance was like writing on his face: there is a problem.

    Ever since, he figured it out again, and was forced to figure it out.

    The feeling of being disgusted to despair reappeared, stronger than ever, and he even wanted to die.

    "Qin Yang, I think we can talk about it."

    "Talk about Nima." Qin Yang swears as if he had taken the wrong medicine, and he is also about to explode mentally.

    "Do you think I'm here to negotiate with you? If you lower your head, everyone will be able to go their separate ways? It's a good thing for Nima. This is not the end. Let's play slowly and see if you break me down first.  Or you collapse first!"

    Leaving this sentence behind, Qin Yang reset directly, seamlessly connecting to the next major deduction.

    Sixty thousand times.

    Qin Yang pulled all the giants from the Realm of the Dead to help out, and the fight was very lively.

    In the end, both sides were bloody, and when almost everyone on Qin Yang's side died, Shifang Emperor realized again.

    "Qin Yang!"

    "Yo, you want to understand again? Then let's continue."

    "Qin Yang, I think"

    Moments, reset, continue to the next time.

    Time and time again, seemingly endless, Qin Yang kept turning on like crazy.

    When Qin Yang opened his eyes again and was about to take a rest, Meng Yi put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him with worry.

    "Qin Yang, that's enough. If there is no other way, let's continue to find a way. Even if we fail, no one will blame you. You have done your best, and you have done what no one else can do.The puppeteer carried an irregular shape, lingering with a trace of fairy breath, something that looked like stone but not stone, gold but not gold, and fell from midair.

    The puppeteer didn't care about others at all. After seeing Qin Yang, he smiled foolishly.

    "Qin Yang, I forgot how I thought of it before. There is a place, and there seems to be something that I think is especially suitable for you. I'll go and get it for you. I forgot what you want to do. You can figure it out."

    "Okay." Seeing the puppet master's stupidity, Qin Yang felt sour in his heart. He could see that the puppet master's seal had been lifted, but this guy seemed even more stupid.

    There is nothing that does not need to pay a price, he does not know what price the puppeteer paid.

    But on this stone, there is obviously an aura similar to that of fairy grass.

    Mengshi leaned over, looked at the puppeteer, and waved.

    The puppeteer stared at her blankly.

    "Who are you?"

    "I am a dreamer."

    "Oh, who is the dream master?"

    Qin Yang no longer paid attention to their reminiscing about the old days, and he was almost unable to bear it now.

    The black blood flowing out of the scroll is eroding his body, his soul, and consciousness.

    The Shifang Emperor wanted to stop him, but he couldn't. He could only watch from afar.

    "Qin Yang, you don't think that the one-character formula of the human race is useful to me?"

    "Do you think I'm going to poison you to death?" Qin Yang sneered, collecting fear and turning it into a poison so strong that even the three-body Taoist could not be completely poisoned to death. He had never thought of such a trick.

    "Do you think I don't know that this thing is useless to you?"

    Qin Yang waved the plastic black sword, cut off the 100,000 memories he had cut out one by one, turned them into balls of light, and blasted them all into the scroll dripping with black blood.

    The Shifang Emperor was indeed right, this is the scroll that Qin Yang obtained before, the broken scroll, the one that poisoned the three-body Taoist monarch.

    Qin Yang didn't intend to use it himself, and he didn't wake up until he practiced Xizi Jue together with his wedding dress when he didn't know how to do it at all.

    The one-character formula does not require a method at all. It is a method inherently hidden in the blood of the human race, just like the innate supernatural powers of monsters.

    The difference is only whether it is completed or not.

    A broken scroll is enough.

    Qin Yang's 100,000 times of chopping down, adding up to hundreds of millions of years of memory, all fell into it.

    In an instant, the scroll dripping with black blood quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    Qin Yang collected hundreds of millions of years of fear, guided by his own memory, and finally turned it into a whole.

    However, Qin Yang did not turn it into a highly poisonous poison, trying to poison Tai Yi to death.

    That must be useless.

    However, people other than Taiyi have an effect.

    With a thought, Qin Yang unfolded the scroll, held it with both hands, and a big seal appeared in his hand, and he stamped heavily on the unfolded scroll.

    The stamp of thought.

    In an instant, the scroll shattered, and an invisible force swept away.

    Sweeping all people, the whole world, even extending from the ten directions, with the sacred tree and the pot beam as implicants, sweeping across all places where there are living beings.

    No one can stop, and it is impossible to block this kind of power.

    Qin Yang staggered for a while, and finally grinned.

    "I call it, mental pollution."

    After the voice fell, people in the entire ten directions, no matter who they were, were stamped with ideological stamps.

    And along with the ideological seal, there is also the fear that Qin Yang has accumulated countless creatures and hundreds of millions of years.

    Fear of Taiyi, despair.

    No one is spared, including Qin Yang himself, who has been polluted.

    The moment he raised his head and looked at the emperor of the ten directions, he would involuntarily have a thought, either you die or I die.

    An unwavering thought.

    Similarly, all the people in the ten directions came up with this idea.

    "Emperor of the Ten Directions, if you don't change into Taiyi, it will be too late."

    "Have you ever heard that water can carry a boat or capsize it? You are about to capsize now." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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