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"Does it hurt?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Your body has been pierced...the black rain is pouring out from your arm..."

"But it doesn't hurt..."

"You... You have a lot of small holes on your body... It's scary..."

The black rain continued to fall, and Fang Qi felt his scalp go numb...

For these Dao Zunjing powerhouses like them, their protective qi has not been easily broken for a while, so they have not received any damage for the time being...

But the weird black rain seemed to be corrosive, and it was already gradually corroding the protective energy on their bodies...

Even the body-protecting energy of a high-ranking Daoist like Fang Qi tends to be melted...

As for those ordinary monks... let alone...

Fang Qi saw a cultivator of Qingtianzong standing beside him... his hands were densely covered with small holes, like a hornet's nest, extremely terrifying...

Many monks faced the sky when the black rain fell, so their faces were also pierced into small holes...

For people with trypophobia, the body feels numb for a while...

Fear grows in everyone's heart...

Saying I don't feel anything at this time...that's pure nonsense...

What the hell...everyone was scared...

In the beginning, these monks didn't shout or scream, because they didn't hurt, and they didn't even have any consciousness.

But after seeing small holes dripped on his companion's body, his face changed...

Started howling like crazy...

But obviously, is there any point in howling at a time like this? In a way, they've been shrouded in darkness...

The painless feeling at the beginning was just paralyzing, and after everyone was paralyzed...the darkness slowly stretched out its evil hand...

When the black rain has watered too much, and the whole head is dripped through, it is the moment when life ends...

People are starting to die...

At this time, someone thought of using something on the top of the head to stop some black rain...

Using clothes, using utensils, or even simply burying yourself in the soil...

But the robes, instruments, and everything on their bodies have been dripped through...

The terrorist incident continues to progress...

When they saw themselves with countless small holes in their bodies, they began to feel irritable and unbearable. They wanted to get rid of such shackles...

The cultivators started scratching frantically... But obviously, their efforts didn't have much effect...

The prophecy of the god of death is still circulating in their hearts...

When they died, many monks died madly...

Their heads were washed away by the rain, leaving only a torso splashing in the current...

The whole place... everything became weird...

It's like being in a horror movie...

Fang Qi opened his mouth, and stared at the black-robed demon who was laughing wildly not far away...

This hateful demon...he has already started laughing out loud...

The rain washed the land around him, making the hand skin next to him more and more dirty...

The white and tender skin gradually turned black...

"It's you who is looking for death...you can't blame me..."

Fang Qi put the Tianzhu Sword in the black rain, the black rain seemed to be able to drip through everything, but facing the heavy and heavy Tianzhu Sword, he could only show fatigue...

It flows slowly on it, and then is absorbed by the Heaven Punishing Sword...