"What do you mean?"
Long Chen's face turned cold. He felt that even so, this guy was still full of malice. Although he didn't blame him, he still couldn't understand why he was so stubborn.
Mo Xiaolang coldly snorted and said, "The misunderstanding is that you think I have something to do with you. The only reason why I let you leave here was because I felt that you had a familiar feeling. I'm not the person you think I am. I don't understand what you're talking about today, but it's funny."
Speaking up to here, he shook his head helplessly and said, "To be honest, I don't like the person you described. It sounds stupid. I like my current life. My mind is clearer than anyone else's. You can say that I'm being controlled by His Lord, but if that's the case, then it's also very good. At least I like this kind of life without any burden. So don't think too much of yourself. You have to understand that from the beginning to the end, I have nothing to do with you."
Long Chen quietly listened to him. He didn't answer, he didn't even have any expression on his face.
Mo Xiaolang curled his lips and said, "It seems that you still don't believe what I said. Then forget it, from now on, you will be imprisoned here. You will watch me destroy the seal of the Devil Star, watch the Ancient Devil Race tear apart this world and strengthen ourselves. You don't have to worry about your life. Not only the Lord you met, but the other Lords also value you very much. They think that you and I are the same. In the future, you may be bestowed with the Devil Race's bloodline and become one of them. At that time, maybe we will be brothers, right?"
Speaking up to here, his mouth curved into a faint smile. Finally, he said, "If you want to get rid of all of this, you have to break out of here and kill the Lord. Do you think that's possible?"
After saying that, he turned around and left. In an instant, he disappeared in front of Long Chen, leaving Long Chen standing there motionlessly.
"This is too much. I said that this guy is being controlled. He has completely lost his consciousness. Boss, you actually thought that he wasn't being controlled. You're really stupid."
Kitten kept complaining in Long Chen's Divine Kingdom.
Hearing this, he was quite displeased.
Long Chen said, "You misheard him."
"What do you mean?" Kitten rolled his eyes and asked.
Long Chen shook his head and said, "Actually, I'm not too sure, but from what he said, the only way now is to become strong enough and leave this place. At the very least, we have to kill the Soul Control Demon, Primeval Troll. Only then will we have a chance, and in the end, we have to exterminate all the Trolls in exchange for the eternal peace of the Dragon Sacrifice World and his recovery."
He gave Long Chen the biggest problem, and also gave Long Chen the most difficult hope.
As for whether he was being controlled or not, that was no longer important. As long as Long Chen could solve all of this, he would naturally return to the original Mo Xiaolang.
At this moment, in Long Chen's heart, the original important mission quietly changed.
Responsibility, protection, promises, and oaths, now all turned into battle.
It seemed that for so many years, he had never felt such a surge of blood in his heart. Even the battle with Ling Huang did not have such a surge of passion. He seemed to be facing a fierce storm, but there was a vast heroic spirit in his heart, and he fought bravely.
"Alright, then do your best. I'll first rest and see if I can help you."
Kitten did not say much, but he used his actions to show his support for Long Chen and his trust in Mo Xiaolang. Although he said a lot of angry words, he did not give up from the beginning to the end.
"Alright."
After such a battle, he needed to rest for a while. Now there was still a period of time, he needed to use his most vigorous experience to deal with the Primeval Troll.
Now that he was not dead, it was a great opportunity.
According to Mo Xiaolang, not only did the Primeval Troll in front of him want to keep him here, but the stronger Primeval Troll below also wanted to keep him here. Then, his life and death was not something he could decide.
While resting, he did not forget to strengthen himself at all times.
In the past, he felt that a head-on battle between a human and a troll was a joke. It was impossible no matter what realm he reached.
But in the previous battle, he saw the light of hope. The Primeval Troll was not as heaven-defying as he imagined.
In terms of strength, it had probably fallen to the weakest of the Primordial Taiji Divine Realm. There was even half of it sealed and suppressed by the outer layer of the Demonic Star Seal. Furthermore, it lacked mental strength.
In fact, the Primeval Troll was weak, but the current Long Chen was infinitely close to the combat strength of a god, although he was only at the late-stage Seven-Star Tribulation.
But now, he was exploring the Eight-Trigram Tribulation.
The Eight-Trigram Samsara Tribulation Realm. In the beginning, he thought that even at this realm, a god was a god and could not be resisted.
But now, he found hope.
Especially under the suppression of these five demonic claws, it was the reality of his resistance and reversal. He was suppressed by these five demonic claws to the point that he could not move. Long Chen chose to use all his strength to resist, to challenge, to temper himself. Every struggle was actually a form of tempering his strength. Through countless setbacks, he also constantly grew.
The imprisonment of the Primeval Troll seemed to have brought him an opportunity.
An opportunity to break through his limits.
Although this opportunity was very, very difficult.
But Mo Xiaolang had said that if he wanted to reverse all this, he had to at least charge out of this place. Long Chen did not care if Mo Xiaolang was hinting to him or not. All he knew was that this was the meaning of his life.
He was such a person. The more he was pressured, the more he resisted. He was an extremely excited person.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! As he struggled, he used the Primordial Samsara Force again and again, constantly whittling away and growing.
The strength of his physical body was also tempered and improved through each struggle.
Time passed. It was unknown how many times Long Chen struggled. At least for the entire day, he did not stop.
It was only when the Primeval Troll woke up that he stopped.
"Still not giving up? You've already struggled for an entire day. You're so tired. Isn't this a good opportunity for me?"
The Primeval Troll began his soul control again. For two continuous hours, he constantly attacked Long Chen's spiritual will. However, Long Chen's spiritual will was still stable. Moreover, under his continuous attacks, there were new improvements.
"Damn it."
He still did not succeed. This made the Primeval Troll a little irritated.
In his irritation, he naturally wanted to torture Long Chen's body.
The five demonic claws retracted, and the pressure multiplied. Long Chen's body was almost squeezed out of shape. This continued for 15 minutes until the Long Chen was covered in blood. Only then did the Primeval Troll smile in satisfaction. "Continue. There will be more surprises tomorrow. I don't believe that I can't take you down."
After saying that, he went back to sleep to recover his spiritual will.
This continued day after day.
Mo Xiaolang continued to devour the Demon Star seal and never came down again.
Although Long Chen was very tough, there were also rewards. That was, under the suppression of the Primeval Troll, he constantly trained himself. He was like a machine that never stopped. There were too many things in his heart that made him persevere.
After ten days, Long Chen could almost move freely within the demonic claws. Both his Primordial Samsara Force and his physical body had been greatly tempered over the past few days. His mind and willpower had become stronger and stronger as the opponent continued to attack him.
Of course, Long Chen was very smart. He pretended to be very weak in front of the Primeval Troll every day. There were a few times when he almost made the Primeval Troll succeed. This made the Primeval Troll addicted. If he let Primeval Troll understand that he was becoming stronger, perhaps Primeval Troll would use other methods to deal with him.
Now was the best time to temper himself.
The only thing that couldn't be at ease was that the Demon Star seal was being destroyed day by day. From the looks of it, in another two to three months, everything would be destroyed. He didn't have much time left.
Everyone in the world was praying. However, Long Chen had no choice but to adjust his heart to the most peaceful state. The responsibilities and pressure he had to bear were too much. However, he couldn't be the slightest bit anxious. Otherwise, all his previous efforts would be wasted.
Clang.
This time, the God-Slaying Sword slashed the demonic claws, giving off a crisp sound. This was a breakthrough in Long Chen's strength. Previously, he couldn't move, but now he could slash the demonic claws. Although it didn't cause any injuries, it was at least a breakthrough.
"Eh?"
However, this sound woke him up.
His body covered the sky and covered the sun. He stood in the sky above Long Chen. His blood-red sun-like eyes stared at Long Chen and said, "That sword of yours just now seems quite familiar. This is an item of the Primordial Demon Race. I didn't expect it to be in your hands. This was originally a treasure. I didn't expect it to be reduced to a Dao Artifact with only 945 Dao patterns. However, it seems like it can increase the number of Dao patterns."
"You recognize this God-Slaying Sword?"
Long Chen didn't expect it. If even he recognized it, it meant that this God-Slaying Sword had a history of tens of millions of years.
Primeval Troll smiled and said, "That's for sure. I also know many secrets. It's a pity that mortals can only be kept in the dark forever. That day, you were under my control. Perhaps I might have told you … Today's game seems to be starting again."
Next, it was Primeval Troll's relentless mental and willpower attacks. He seemed to be determined to control Long Chen. Therefore, his rhythm was almost the same as Mo Xiaolang's. Once a day, each time, it would last for two hours.
This time, he almost succeeded again.
"Tomorrow, you'll definitely be finished. Of course, I'll give you a surprise tomorrow. It's about this sword. Haha."
Primeval Troll fell silent again.
It had been half a month since he was imprisoned.
Each and every tiny improvement was obtained after he had expended an endless amount of hard work.
What would be waiting for him tomorrow?
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