Start by breaking the limits of the human body - Chapter 208

[Chapter 203 [It’s hard to extinguish the fire in my life]]

He is sure.

Wu Dao is completely insane.

Treat suffering as a reward.

Pursuing the gift of the brave after suffering through the horror of life and death.

He can feel it.

As the number of death punishments in Mudplough Abyss increases.

The soul of Wu Dao.

He is also getting stronger.

Although it is not really killing him, it is not as powerful as the real soul refining.

The real function of this Mud Plow Abyss.

It denies the meaning of life’s existence!

After overcoming the catastrophe in the Mud Plow Hell, which is more dangerous than death and denies the meaning of life in all aspects.

Increased willpower.

Still undetectable, grains of sand gathered in the sea, increasing the strength of Wu Dao’s soul at an extremely slow speed.

Although very slow and very little.

But the essence is still getting stronger.

If not, what is this reward?

‘Haha, after the tenth level, there will be no gap in the punishment of death. I hope you are still so hard. ‘

unconsciously.

Wu Dao had miraculously survived the nine levels of Mud Plow Abyss and fell to the tenth level.

In the heart of the mysterious old monster.

Some confidence emerged again.

He is a little unhappy now.

Wu Dao’s roar of excitement was like a slap in the face.

Can’t wait to shut Wu Dao up.

I want to hear that sweet, mournful cry for mercy.

Buzz-bang!

The moment he fell into the tenth level of Mud Plow Abyss.

Invisible trembling power is added to the body.

Wu Dao was instantly shaken into thousands of particles.

Going to the ninth level of purgatory,

I cannot count the pain of death and torture.

Suddenly.

His consciousness went blank for a moment.

But this is just the beginning.

Buzz-bang!

The body and soul have just condensed.

In a pure white space.

The trembling force struck again, without giving any chance to relax and breathe, and shocked Wu Dao to death on the spot, turning him into countless particles.

The tenth level of the Mud Plow Abyss—

Shocking the White Realm!

As the mysterious being said.

After the tenth floor.

There will be no break in the punishment of death.

After the number of punishments has been met.

Will fall to the next level of even more despair.

Buzz-bang!

Buzz-bang!

Recovery again and again.

Death after death.

In constant torture.

Wu Dao no longer has the opportunity to be excited, nor the time to roar.

Endless pain.

For the first time, he fell into silence.

A cycle of death that leaves no room for a moment.

His mental consciousness was completely blank.

Nothing but pain.

Without any other thoughts.

He can only continue to burn the fire of survival with the help of gods and ghosts.

In silence.

He is like a lonely traveler in the scorching desert looking at the mirage oasis that can never be reached.

Knowing that it is out of reach.

Still with an indomitable will.

Supporting the body that was riddled with holes, it took a staggering pace.

Step by step…

move forward towards the oasis of nothingness.

Life is endless and survival is endless!

Unless you actually kill me.

Unless I take the initiative to give up my life.

Otherwise –

hard work will make you stronger, and eighteen mud plows will make real gold!

The tenth floor…

The eleventh floor…

the twelfth floor…

…

in silence.

In an endless cycle of death, Wu Dao slowly fell into layers of more desperate Mud Plow Abyss.

The fire of life burns unexpectedly.

The soul and will accumulate sand into a sea.

Before falling to the eighteenth floor.

above the panel.

His soul-refining cultivation.

It has moved from the former five-change trend to the peak five-change realm.

But even so,

he still couldn’t escape from this Fangli Mud Abyss Prison.

The current strength of the mysterious being.

There are absolutely no nine changes.

But He possesses a supreme essence that Wu Dao is now unable to understand and look up to.

Because of this supreme essence.

Although he couldn’t kill Wu Dao, he could trap Wu Dao.

There is no other way to escape.

You can only win from this game of the brave.

‘If you are not as powerful as you are strong, you should suffer…’

The strong fire of life will sways.

Wu Dao sticks to his true heart and his true self does not move.

There is no desire for relief, no resentment, no pessimism, and no thoughts of giving up in despair…

these are the emotions of the incompetent and weak.

He doesn’t need it, let alone have it!

Want to live!

The only way to win this game is to draw chestnuts from the fire!

Buzz~

After a short fall.

The endless purgatory once again enveloped Wu Dao.

Eighteen levels of the Mud Plow Abyss –

Hell!

Rumbling –

whirring –

the grinding grinding of the world, the heart-burning sea of fire, the decaying poison… wind and thunder… trembling…

in the final level of purgatory.

Punishment is the combined superposition of the previous dozen levels.

One moment after another.

Those who are tortured will suffer the superposition of seventeen kinds of purgatory punishments.

Every death.

Everyone will feel seventeen kinds of extreme pain beyond imagination at the same time.

The number of penalties at this level.

That is even more…

a quantity that is enough to make the gods sigh.

In the endless suffering of death.

I do not know how long it has been.

In a time gap that is almost stagnant.

Two months have passed for the outside world.

Because above the properties panel.

Henglian Immortal Transformation has reached the ninth gate.

But in the endless hell.

How long has passed?

Wu Dao didn’t know.

He just knows.

After an unimaginable number of deaths and time training in the seventeenth level of purgatory, he reached the peak of the five transformations of the soul path.

Just in the eighteenth floor of endless purgatory.

He broke through five changes.

And enter the realm of six changes!

At the same time…

the seemingly endless punishment of the eighteen-level abyss has finally come to an end.

finished?

No!

just started!

Because this is only the second level!

There is one last level!

Click –

the world is broken again.

Falling apart.

This time the mysterious being did not speak.

Uncharacteristically, he remained silent.

Wow!

The endless ocean surges.

Wave flowers.

A wave seems to contain a creature’s birth, old age, illness and death, and all aspects of life.

“The sea of suffering has no limit, and the dripping water is in a miserable state. If you can cross the sea of suffering, no, it only takes half, and I will admit

defeat.” The bloody starlight hangs high in the sea of suffering.

The mysterious being sighed in admiration.

“Half, ha.”

Wu Dao’s voice was hoarse and vicissitudes of life. Even after going through the Eighteen Mud Plow Abyss, he was still terrifyingly calm:

“You don’t need to give in. If you pass, you will pass everything. If you win, you will win heartily!” “

Hahaha, okay. !!”

The scarlet star light trembled.

The laughter was mixed with a bit of admiration and respect: “If the sea of suffering is over, and we meet again one day, I will salute you!”

In his life.

How magnificent.

But I have never convinced anyone.

Wu Daoruo really went through the sea of suffering.

So what if He bowed down and bowed?

Wow!

The bitter waves are rolling.

After a short conversation.

Wu Dao also fell into an insignificant drop of water in the boundless sea of suffering.

‘Huh, if you had this kind of mind at that time, there would be no need to worry about failing to achieve great things. ‘

Staring at Wu Dao who fell into the water of bitterness, the mysterious existence let out a complex sigh.

Eighteen layers of mud plowed the abyss.

He knew it.

After this ordeal.

No disaster in the world can make Wu Dao frown and shrink.

If he goes through the sea of suffering again…

He can’t even imagine it.

What kind of monster will be tempered?

“Tsk, if he escapes from the Ten Tribulations in the future, there will be great things to see in the future…”

Something came to mind.

The mysterious being has a little more expectation for the future.

After sighing for nothing.

He already had the idea of giving up occupying the magpie’s nest.

Instead, I looked forward to how much trouble this monster Wu Dao would stir up in the future, and how many times he would slap those dogs in the face!

But still the same sentence.

The premise is that Wu Dao wins this game!

…

There is endless suffering in the world.

There is no end to the sea of suffering and no boat can cross it.

Sea of suffering, sea of suffering.

It is the ocean where countless miserable and desperate lives gather.

Once it falls.

It’s like reincarnation.

Lose all memory.

Only the soul instinct remains.

I have to start a new life and experience countless miserable lives with no hope or light.

A life is a drop of water.

One can imagine.

Want to get through the sea of suffering.

What a desperate thing it is.

…

the first life.

Huhuhu~

The winter wind is passing by, and the sky is freezing.

“Go away, you stinky beggar!”

“It’s disgusting.”

“It stinks like hell. He’s still a cripple. Stay away from death.”

Corner of the town.

The scrawny, dirty black beggar, covered in dirt and rags and cotton felt, held out his broken bowl to passers-by when he was kicked down and rolled into a dirty ditch.

The beggar said nothing.

He glanced at the departing pedestrians with his turbid eyes, and without sighing or cursing, he silently climbed out of the dirty ditch.

“Cough cough cough~”

a simple action.

For beggars, it is no less than hard physical labor.

After limping out of the ditch.

After coughing violently for a few times, he spread out the dirty and smelly chicken feet, and you could see bloody flowers.

His condition has become serious again~

Leaning in a filthy shack built with a few wooden boards on the corner of the street, the beggar looked up at the dark sky, as if he had seen the gloomy first half of his life.

A beggar has no father and no mother.

He was raised by old beggars since he was a child.

But a voice in his heart kept reminding him not to be a beggar, nor to lose hope, nor to give up the fight against fate.

Under the spur of this voice.

Even if he has been at the bottom of society since childhood, he has been surrounded by filth and suffering all day long.

The beggar also developed an optimistic attitude.

Never give up on the future.

I never had any thoughts of desperate death.

Even if…

the eight-year-old beggar died.

He was sold into a miserable kiln at the age of nine.

Escaped at the age of thirteen.

In the blink of an eye, he was caught on the battlefield again.

Retired at the age of eighteen.

There is no half-cent pension.

Going around and around, wandering around.

Twenty years old.

There are several acres of thin fields, thatched grass, and a big yellow dog that depends on each other for life.

I thought life was going to get better.

The country is gone…

troubled times are coming.

Bandits are raging and local tyrants are rampant.

Susukada is gone.

The thatched hut was burned.

The big yellow dog was eaten.

People were also beaten and their legs were lame.

The ray of light caught in the hand.

Swallowed once again by boundless darkness.

But the beggar still did not give up on life.

Bring broken bowls from home.

Limping, he began a long career of begging.

He has a small wish.

Get some money together.

Learn a trade.

There is no need to move around in the future.

But there is a saying:

the hemp rope is only broken at the thinnest part, misfortune only finds the poor people, and the grass is not fat at night and the horse is tired.

Thirty years old.

He no longer has to be a beggar.

A kind-hearted tailor took him in.

He offered me a pitiful apprenticeship fee.

one year later.

Bandits plundered the city.

The master died, and in order to protect the master, his right hand was also broken.

Lame and lame, all alone.

I have completely lost my last hope in life.

“At least you are alive. There is hope when you are alive…”

But he still did not give up the fight.

Speak words of comfort.

After going around in circles, he became what people call stinky shit and a rotten beggar again.

Until the age of thirty-five.

“Cough cough cough…”

He coughed violently several times.

The sick beggar leaned against the shack. Pain, hunger, and cold made his consciousness somewhat blurry. He stared at the dirty snow on the street corner.

What is the meaning of life?

Thirty-five years of suffering.

The beggar has thought about this question countless times, but has never had an answer.

In fact, there is.

But he didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to admit the old beggar’s statement that people were born to suffer.

He has been fighting for this his entire life.

But it seems to be of no use.

In the gloomy life.

There is almost no light.

Even if there is.

He couldn’t catch it at all.

So what’s the point?

Huh~

a cold wind blows.

It brings a fragrance that I don’t know if it is an illusion.

The beggar twitched his nose.

Found the source of the fragrance.

It was a tenacious swaying grass in the mud and bitter cold at the corner of the street.

Winter is almost over.

The beggar smiled.

Use your last bit of strength.

He reached out and touched the fresh green grass, full of vitality.

With a smile.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The answer has always been there.

His life.

No matter how hard it is.

Even at the last moment.

Not willing to accept fate, he never gave up the pursuit of light and was never crushed or buried by the wind and snow.

that’s enough.

Buzz!

The waves of bitter sea surge.

Wu Dao’s consciousness returned without the slightest nostalgia, and without any pause, he resolutely plunged into the next drop of bitter water.

If you are not afraid of death, why should you be afraid of life?

The greatest glory in life.

It’s not about never falling.

But even if you fall into adversity.

It can also be stubborn and retrograde, and it can be endless.

Question, how many times did Wu Dao ‘die’ in the Mudli Abyss Prison?

(End of chapter)