Chapter 1020: Endless Torment, I Call It Mental Pollution
Qin Yang has always been true to his word. If he says it a hundred thousand times, he will do it a hundred thousand times, and he will never miss one.
Emperor Shifang now somewhat understands the meaning of the word "speechless", but he really can't understand it now.
No matter how many times I tried it, the result was the same.
Even if you know everything, you can't change it.
But it's obvious that now it doesn't matter what he says, it's what Qin Yang says.
When will the whip mark on his face disappear and this obvious flaw disappear, will he be qualified to resist?
But now, he is like everyone else. If Qin Yang wants to pull him into the big deduction, he can pull him in instantly. After completing the deduction once, he can immediately reset it and start again.
The Emperor of the Ten Directions only knew that Qin Yang might have tested it many times, but he didn't know exactly how many times it was.
Qin Yang didn't bother to pretend anymore and went straight to work.
After every hundred major deductions, take a break, turn around and continue again.
As long as Qin Yang is given time to breathe, Qin Yang and Uncle Meng can complete the deduction a hundred times, each time lasting five thousand years.
Qin Yang didn't say anything, he just kept busy with his work. When he was tired, he would recover, and when he was recovered, he would continue. The repetition seemed to be endless.
A thousand times, five thousand times, ten thousand times...
By the 30,000th time, Emperor Shifang's mentality was about to explode.
This was no longer just torture for Qin Yang, but Qin Yang pulled him together, jumped into the abyss, and enjoyed this torture together.
Others will not feel anything at all. For them, a hundred major deductions only last for one breath and one breath. If they relax a little, several breaths will pass.
The Emperor of the Ten Directions thought that if he saw through Qin Yang's actions, he would fall into this endless abyss of despair.
You can't kill him, but it's even more disgusting than killing him.
So much so that every time the Emperor of the Ten Directions saw through it later, 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 been worn out.
The will that has been polished over several generations and is as solid as a rock and unwavering is trembling slightly.
However, in every major deduction, it was only at the end that he could almost see through the truth.
The 50,000th time.
The Emperor of the Ten Directions went on a killing spree, killing the wedding dress, all relatives and friends of Qin Yang, all the familiar people, even the owner of the tofu shop on the corner.
However, Qin Yang looked expressionless and somewhat numb, as if the Emperor of the Ten Directions had just accidentally stepped on an ant and he didn't notice it at all.
Then, the Emperor of the Ten Directions stopped.
He didn't want to think about it, but Qin Yang's performance was like writing on his face: There is something wrong.
Ever since, he figured it out again and was forced to figure it out.
The feeling of being disgusted to the point of despair appeared again, stronger than before, and he even wanted to die.
"Qin Yang, I think we can have a talk."
"Talk about it." Qin Yang swore as if he had taken the wrong medicine. He was also about to explode. Now he was hanging on and blocking his breath, so that the energy could not be released.
"Do you think I'm here to negotiate with you? If you lower your head, everyone can go their separate ways? I wish you a good thing. This is not the end of the story. Let's play slowly and see if you make me collapse first.
You’d better collapse first!”
After saying this, Qin Yang reset directly and seamlessly connected to the next big deduction.
Sixty thousand times.
Qin Yang brought all the giants from the Realm of the Dead to help fight, and the fight was very lively.
In the end, when both sides were still alive and everyone on Qin Yang's side was basically dead, the Emperor of the Ten Directions realized it again.
"Qin Yang!"
"Hey, have you figured it out again? Then let's continue."
"Qin Yang, I think..."
Instantly, reset and move on to the next time.
Again and again, seemingly endlessly, Qin Yang kept turning on and 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 a worried face.
"Qin Yang, that's enough. If there is no way, we will continue to think of a way. Even if we fail, no one will blame you. You have tried your best and you have done something that no one else can do."
Qin Yang's face is haggard, his whole body is as thin as firewood, his energy and blood are withered, his spirit is both excited and depressed, and his eyes are empty. This is because of too intense consumption, repeated consumption too many times.
It has been squeezed to the extreme.
Even if he had the Sea Eye, which could theoretically store a super huge dantian that could rival the entire power of the world, it was almost at its limit.
There may be no limit to power, but there are limits to people themselves.
It has been a long, long time since Qin Yang felt that he had reached his limit.
He twitched the corners of his mouth with difficulty.
"Uncle Meng, I'm fine. I've said it a hundred thousand times, so I can't do it less than once. If I can't kill him, I will torture his spirit to collapse and destroy his will.
Let’s see who dies first.”
Leaving these words behind, Qin Yang took a step forward, returned to the dream world, and continued to recover.
The dream master couldn't stand it anymore. He gently tapped Qin Yang's eyebrows, and Qin Yang fell into a deep sleep without dreaming. His consciousness fell into a deep sleep and recovered on its own.
"You have reached your limit. If you continue, you will die."
The dream master whispered to himself, and the white jade divine gate flew over. The peach tree relief on the surface poked out some branches and buds, holding Qin Yang, using the power of the fairy grass to nourish Qin Yang's body and spirit.
Help it recover.
The dream master gently touched his cheek, and his whole body transformed into a man again.
Behind him, Master Kanyu, Priest, Emperor Fengdu, and the undead souls who had arrived in the Realm of the Dead appeared one after another. They looked at the sleeping Qin Yang and were all silent.
"Although I understand that he is our last hope, I still don't understand why all these things have to be placed on one person. It shouldn't be like this, and it shouldn't be placed on his shoulders."
Emperor Fengdu seemed to be asking questions in a deep voice, but also seemed to be asking and answering himself.
"Don't ask me. I've done everything I can. It's better not to say anything. I really don't know anything, but even if I know, I can't say anything. Saying it will bring about changes."
Master Kanyu looked at Qin Yang's current state and was not in a good mood. He couldn't stand it anymore and turned around to leave.
"Qin Yang's uncle is right. Even if he fails, the one who should not be criticized the most is Qin Yang." The priest said a word and gradually disappeared.
"The sect master has indeed tried his best, but we are sorry for him." When the Taoist sect's founder said sect master, it was obviously different from before. He now really sincerely agreed, and he agreed from the bottom of his heart. Apart from Qin Yang, there was no second in the Taoist sect.
An individual can be the master of this sect.
The group of geniuses from the Taoist sect all nodded silently, agreeing very much with this statement.
Time passed by, Qin Yang slowly opened his eyes.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Soon." The dream master shook his head.
"Twelve, how long have I been asleep?" Qin Yang ignored the dream master and turned to ask Twelve.
"Thirty days."
"Thirty days, it's been too long, I have to speed up, otherwise, the Emperor of the Ten Directions might find a way to erase that flaw."
Dream Master couldn't bear it and wanted to say something, but Twelve stopped her.
"The good gentleman once said that some things must be recognized by others. It is enough for him to agree with himself and feel that it is worth it."
"But he kept saying that he didn't want to take any responsibility at all."
"The good gentleman has always been like this, he just said it."
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The big deduction continues, and the Emperor of the Ten Directions is going crazy now.
When any living being with self-will faces this kind of never-ending torture, then this is the most vicious torture. The torture inflicted on the soul. The more awake the person is, the more terrifying the torture is.
As for the Emperor of the Ten Directions, there is no way he can't stay awake. Even if he wants to be confused, he can't do it, and he doesn't dare to do it.
He was afraid that it was Qin Yang's conspiracy that he took the initiative to enter a state of confusion.
In that case, Qin Yang would definitely have a way to play him to death.
He could only stay awake at all times and keep pursuing and recognizing the truth, so he took the initiative to step into the painful torture.
He was also afraid that the torture would not be severe enough, so he took the initiative to bring the most painful part to the edge of the knife.
Throughout the ages, I don't know how many years have passed, and how long he lived has been forgotten.
No one has ever given him such torture and pain.
He can't even tell clearly now whether he is in the trap set up by Qin Yang or really in the Shifang Realm.
Another big deduction was over. Qin Yang stood on the devastated land and stretched out a hand to the Emperor of the Ten Directions.
"Don't worry, we will do it again ten thousand times."
Continue to start.
When Meng Yi reached his limit and was about to lose control, Qin Yang finally completed it for the 100,000th time.
Standing on the scorched earth of the Shifang Realm again, Qin Yang suddenly opened his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
The blood was spilled and turned into a large black oil-like substance, as if countless people were screaming tragically, appearing throughout the world.
"Qin Yang, we can talk and take a step back."
The Emperor of the Ten Directions is also going to collapse. No matter how strong his authority is, his self-will can no longer bear it.
He didn't know how many times he had endured it, but he knew that this was more terrifying than him falling and resurrecting ten thousand times, and the torture to his self was much stronger.
His sense of self is no longer stable.
He now urgently wants to talk to Qin Yang, even if they both take a step back and achieve a kind of coexistence.
"Qin Yang, you should know that when the strongest spear meets the strongest shield, the only thing that can be done is to compromise with each other. There is no other way."
Qin Yang's body was already shaking a little, and black blood like black oil was flowing out of his seven orifices.
"You are wrong, you can still die together."
"Taiyi, let's continue."
After the words fell, Qin Yang took a step forward and disappeared, and everything was reset.
But this time, Qin Yang faked a shot and pretended to start. In fact, it didn't start at all.
He had a dream about the wedding dress.
When he saw the wedding dress in his dream, still wearing a red wedding dress, he couldn't help but rush up and hug her into his arms.
"I miss you, so much."
"Ah, Qin Yang, what's wrong with you?"
"It's just that I haven't seen you for a long time."
It was a long time, so long that Qin Yang couldn't even remember clearly. One hundred thousand major deductions, the total number of years is 400 million or 500 million years.
He couldn't suppress the pain and torture in his heart, couldn't suppress the many distracting thoughts in his heart, and he couldn't finish the endless words. He didn't know what to say now.
Wedding Dress looked at Qin Yang, her eyes softened, she hugged Qin Yang into her arms, she didn't say a word, and just stayed there quietly.
After a long time, Qin Yang's mood gradually calmed down.
"Get ready to start a full-scale attack. I can't wait any longer. I really can't wait any longer. I want to kill the Emperor of the Ten Directions in one go.
I'm going to eat fried dough sticks with spicy oil marinated tofu for a year until I vomit. That dog-like Emperor of the Ten Directions is simply not a human being. He killed the little boss at least 90,000 times."
Before Qin Yang could finish his words, black blood began to flow from his seven orifices, and the screams of countless people immediately exploded, shattering the dream he was entrusted with on the spot.
Qin Yang opened his eyes and looked at his body that was already bleeding.
He looked up to the sky and shouted loudly.
"I'm going to kill Taiyi, does anyone want to go?"
No one responded, but the undead souls with overwhelming death energy had already appeared beside him.
Qin Yang took a step forward and arrived at the Shifang Realm.
This time, it's for real.
He opened his mouth and spat out, and a scroll with black blood flowing out continuously appeared in his palm.
As Qin Yang appeared, Emperor Shifang, who had been tortured almost crazy, took action immediately.
However, this time, the air of death fell from the sky, and the former strong men of the human race appeared one after another.
Qin Yang held the scroll dripping with black blood and recited the Heavenly Demon Manual to increase his strength as much as possible.
However, this time, as soon as he started to speak, he was forcibly interrupted. A hand appeared from the void and pressed on his shoulder.
The musician's figure gradually condensed, and he still looked carefree and smiling.
"Not that much."
"Look at me."
After the musician finished speaking, he began to recite the Heavenly Demon Manual. His careless look gradually dissipated, and his whole person seemed to be crazy, but his aura became stronger and stronger.
Above the sky, the sky was torn apart at this moment, and a huge meteorite fell from the sky, carrying fire and thunder.
With the burning of flames and the baptism of thunder, the huge thing became smaller and smaller, and with a giant hand, it popped out from the imperial capital of the Ten Directions God Dynasty and crushed it to pieces.
The puppeteer was carrying an irregular-shaped object, with a hint of fairy aura lingering around it. It looked like stone but not stone, and it looked like gold but not gold, and it fell from mid-air.
The puppet master didn't care about others at all. When he saw Qin Yang, he smiled innocently.
"Qin Yang, I forgot how I came up with it before. There is a place that seems to have something that I think is particularly suitable for you. I went to get it for you. I forgot what you want to do. You can figure it out."
"Okay." Qin Yang felt sour when he saw the puppet master's stupidity. He could see that the puppet master's seal had been lifted, but this guy seemed even more stupid.
Nothing comes without a price, and he doesn't know what price the puppet master paid.
But this stone clearly has an aura similar to that of fairy grass.
The dream master came over, looked at the puppet master, and waved his hand.
The puppet master looked 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 old things. He could hardly bear it now.
The black blood constantly flowing out of the scroll was eroding his body, his soul, and his consciousness.
The Emperor of the Ten Directions wanted to stop him, but he couldn't. He could only watch from afar.
"Qin Yang, you don't think that the human race's one-word technique is useful to me, do you?"
"Do you think I'm going to poison you?" Qin Yang sneered, gathering fear and turning it into a poison that was too poisonous to kill even the Three Body Dao Lord. He had never thought of such a trick.
"Do you think I don't know that this thing is useless to you?"
Qin Yang wielded the plastic black sword, cutting off all the connections one by one with the one hundred thousand memories he had cut out, turning them into balls of light, and blasting them all into the scroll dripping with black blood.
The Emperor of the Ten Directions was indeed right. This was the scroll that Qin Yang had obtained before, the broken scroll, the one that poisoned the Three Body Dao Lord.
Qin Yang himself had no intention of using it, and he didn't wake up until he practiced the "Xi" Jue with Wedding Dress even though he didn't know how to do it at all.
The One-Zi Jue does not require a method at all. It is a method that is innately hidden in the blood of the human race, just like the innate magical power of a monster.
The difference is only whether you have cultivated it or not.
A broken scroll is enough.
Qin Yang chopped it down a hundred thousand times, adding up to hundreds of millions of years of memories, all falling 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, using his own memory as a guide, and finally transformed it into a whole.
However, Qin Yang did not turn it into poison and tried to poison Taiyi.
That must be of no use.
However, people other than Taiyi have a role.
With a thought, Qin Yang unfolded the scroll and held it in both hands. A large seal appeared in his hand, and he stamped it heavily on the unfolded scroll.
Thought stamp.
In an instant, the scroll shattered and invisible power swept across.
Sweeping everyone, the entire world, and even extending from the ten directions, using sacred trees and pot beams as implicated, sweeping across all places where there are living beings.
No one can stop it, and it is impossible to stop this kind of power.
Qin Yang staggered and finally grinned.
"I call it mental pollution."
As soon as the words fell, everyone in the entire Shifang Realm, no matter who they were, was stamped with the steel seal of thought.
Along with the thought stamp, Qin Yang has accumulated countless creatures and hundreds of millions of years of fear.
Fear and despair of Taiyi.
No one was spared, including Qin Yang himself, who was contaminated.
The moment he raised his head and looked at the Emperor of the Ten Directions, he could not help but have the thought that either you would die or I would die.
An unwavering thought.
Likewise, everyone in the ten directions came up with this idea.
"Emperor of the Ten Directions, if you don't transform into Taiyi, it will be too late."
"Have you ever heard that water can carry or capsize a boat? You are about to capsize now."