Chu Li said: "Believe it or not, it's up to you. I can't conjure up the Heavenly Demon Sutra out of thin air. Listen to the few lines I recite. Heavenly Demons are at ease. Heaven and Earth have no intention. Heavenly Demons have hearts. Heaven and earth are ruthless. Heavenly Demons have the most affectionate nature...
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"Ah!" Chu Li suddenly screamed, his face suddenly turned as pale as paper, and cold sweat covered his forehead, as dense as soybeans.
Zheying was startled and quickly let go.
Chu Li frowned, his face looked extremely ugly, and his body was trembling slightly.
Zheying asked hurriedly: "What's going on?"
Chu Li shook his head and said nothing.
Zheying quickly understood and said in a deep voice: "Does your brain hurt?"
Chu Li said: "It hurts just thinking about things!...I don't dare to recite the Heavenly Demon Sutra anymore!"
"Don't play any tricks. In short, it's impossible for you to survive!" Zheying said coldly: "If you recite the Demon Sutra, I won't touch your women, and I will still take care of your friends!"
Chu Li frowned, closed his eyes and said nothing.
Zheying said: "I can swear to God!"
Chu Li gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "My mind is blank and I can't remember anything!"
"Hmm -?" Zheying's appetite was whetted and he was in a state of confusion.
He can imagine that if he obtains the Heavenly Demon Sutra, the remaining levels and even reaching perfection will not be a dream. If he really wants to reach perfection, he will reach the realm of gods. From then on, the world will be huge and he will travel all over the world. What kind of beauty will he not have?
?How powerful is it?
He touched his chin to think of a countermeasure.
It seems that Du Feng is not playing tricks. Being injured by the Demon Statue must have injured his soul. Injury to the soul will damage his memory, and he should not use his brain excessively. Du Feng may not be able to remember the Demon Sutra!
After much deliberation, he must heal his injury first, otherwise he will find excuses to delay and hope to live a few more days.
If you cure his injury, then you can threaten him again, and you won't be afraid that he won't do it, and you will have to make him recite it a dozen times to see if he is playing any tricks.
If he deliberately made a few mistakes in the Heavenly Demon Sutra, his whole calculation would be in vain!
"Just wait, I'll find a solution!" He stood up and left the stone room.
Chu Li breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his back, his eyes were calm and showed no anger at all.
The stone room was so quiet that he was the only one. Time seemed to have frozen and nothing had changed.
Chu Li looked up at the roof of the stone chamber. It was obviously underground. The air was slightly damp and the air was not that good either.
Will Zheying find something to help him heal as he expected?
Injuries to the soul are really terrifying. There are elixirs for healing the soul in the Treasure Pill Sutra. Almost all medicinal materials are extremely rare and rarely found outside of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Medicine for healing the soul is rare in the world.
But with the Heavenly Demon Sutra to whet your appetite, you don’t have to worry about Zheying not taking the bait.
He thought for a while, but his head started to hurt again. It hurts if he thought too much. He could only stop and stop thinking about it and silently recite the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra.
By silently reciting the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra, my headache was relieved. I never knew that the Great Sun Tathagata's Immobility could heal the wounds of my soul.
After a while, footsteps sounded again, and Zheying appeared.
He took out a jet-black stone pillow from his sleeve, about two palms long and one palm wide, as black as an inkstone, opaque, and so black that his hair was deep and heavy.
"This is the Heavenly Demon Stone." Zheying glanced around and lowered his voice: "It is said to have the effect of healing the soul. Give it a try."
As he spoke, he came over, lifted Chu Li's head, and put the stone pillow under his head.
Chu Li pillowed his head on the stone pillow, frowning and saying nothing.
"How is it? Is it effective?" Zheying asked hurriedly.
Chu Li shook his head.
Zheying frowned and said: "Don't fool me, I have many ways to deal with people..."
"Hey, it's somewhat effective." Chu Li interrupted him.
Zheying hurriedly asked: "Is it effective?"
Chu Li nodded and said, "There seems to be a hint of cold air coming in!"
Zheying smiled and said, "That's good!"
It took me a lot of effort to get this magic stone pillow.
Chu Li said: "Where did this wonderful thing come from?"
"Don't worry about it, as long as it works!" Zheying waved his hand and smiled: "Can you recite the Demon Sutra now?"
Chu Li shook his head: "Wait a minute, the effect of this stone pillow is not that fast. Come over tomorrow and see how the effect is tomorrow."
Zheying's face turned cold: "Tomorrow?"
Chu Li said: "I don't know if it will work tomorrow. The injury to the soul is difficult to heal."
"...I don't care if it's good or not, if you can't recite the Heavenly Demon Sutra tomorrow, then you won't even be able to eat or drink water!" Zheying sneered: "Do you want to die of hunger, or do you want to die of hunger?"
Chu Li looked at him calmly: "It's useless for you to urge me. Just look at the effect of this stone pillow. If you really can't memorize it, it will be useless even if you kill me."
"Humph!" Zheying turned and left.
He has already reached the sixth level, so he is not in a hurry to swallow the Heavenly Demon Pearl from Chu Li's body. When he gets the Heavenly Demon Sutra, he can devour it in one go and maybe he can reach the seventh floor!
Chu Li felt wisps of cool air constantly creeping into his head, feeling uncomfortably comfortable, as if he had jumped into a cold spring in the scorching heat. The comfort made people want to make a sound.
Chu Li was unknowingly intoxicated and unaware of the passage of time.
He felt that after only a while, footsteps sounded again. Zheying changed into a green shirt and came to him. He said with a smile: "Brother Du, how is your injury? Is it healed?"
Chu Li turned to look at him: "It's been a day?"
Zheying said angrily: "Could I lie to you? Tell me!"
Chu Li frowned and said, "The injury is far from enough!"
"Stop being verbose and hurry up and recite sutras!" Zheying put away his smile and said coldly: "If you don't recite sutras, then don't even think about drinking water!"
Chu Li sighed: "Okay, I'll give it a try..."
He began to recite the Heavenly Demon Sutra. Zheying held a pen and asked him to slow down, and he wrote it down word by word.
Chu Li patiently recited, and when he reached about 500 words, he suddenly screamed, his face was as pale as paper, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his eyes were blurred and lost focus.
Zheying pressed his heart and felt his body trembling, knowing that he was not lying and that his injury was indeed not healed.
He has already inquired about the fact that injuries to the soul are more difficult to recover from than internal injuries. It is said that some people never recover in their lifetime. The Demon Stone is said to be very magical, but it is impossible to heal the injuries caused by the Demon Statue at once. You really have to take your time.
He glared at Chu Li, who was frowning, and snorted, no longer pressing: "Okay, that's it for today, continue tomorrow!"
He looked down at the Heavenly Demon Sutra that he had memorized and smiled.
Although this Heavenly Demon Sutra is not complete, I can already feel the infinite mysteries. I have a vague understanding. It is indeed the Heavenly Demon Sutra. I couldn't understand some of the key points of the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu at first, but now I understand it all at once.
Zheying said coldly: "Tomorrow, tomorrow at the latest, if you don't recite the Heavenly Demon Sutra in full tomorrow, I will cut off your arm. If you recite it in full tomorrow, I will get you good food and wine, so that you can have a good time before you die.
quick."
Listening to Zheying's footsteps walking away, Chu Li opened his eyes, showing a hint of smile, but then he faded away.
His body relaxed, he no longer pretended that the injury had recurred, and continued to absorb the cool energy of the Demonic Stone.
As the cold air entered, he gradually had a feeling that the void in his mind was being reshaped, like a silkworm breaking out of a cocoon. It would soon break out of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly. After the reshaping, the void in his mind would be even more powerful.