Chapter 938

At this time, Yu Qianqiu also had nodded pain. Why did he agree to let Li Yuanba and Mu Yanzhen go to Lingtian Ancient Tomb?

The identities of these two guys are extremely sensitive!

The Taihao Holy Land discíple guarding outside Lingtian’s ancient tomb was helpless when he knew the decision of Holy Land.

They also knew that before the final result came out, they definitely could not disturb the two Quasi-Saints, otherwise, the situation that had just stabilized might be set off by stormy sea again.

At this time, they could only look at the entrance of Lingtian ancient tomb with hope, as if they hoped for a miracle, Li Yuanba and Mu Yanzhen could walk out safely.

After all, any one of these two people will cause a shock in Taihao Holy Land.

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In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the sky is dark, raindrops like swords, mixed with cold enough to freeze Spiritual Power into ice sculptures and fall down.

When entering the illusion of the Nine Lives of Disillusionment Flower, Qin Yichen knew that he had no turning back, and the only thing he could do now was to persevere, otherwise, he would completely sink into this In the world, become a lonely soul without an owner.

The illusion experience of Nine Life Disillusionment Flower is extremely cruel, but fortunately Qin Yichen also expected it. There is no such thing as a pie in the world. If you want to turn a cocoon into a butterfly, you need to experience endless experience.

It’s like a downpour like a Water Sword, pouring down from below the sky, and the dark red earth has become a white mist, a kind of cold qi visible by naked eye, rising in this world between.

And in a corner of this foggy land, a thin silhouette is lying in a pool of shallow water. On his body, there are various needle-eye-sized wounds, red and red. The blood is constantly flowing out of its within the body, and as soon as a drop falls, it is frozen into bright ice crystals.

The raining strikes are on this broken body, but this silhouette has never moved.

I don’t know how long it took, the gray clouds all over the sky gradually dissipated, and the cold fog that permeated between Heaven and Earth also gradually receded.

In this world, the silence was restored again. Deep in the eyes of that silhouette, a look flickered, and then his body trembled fiercely.

“ahh….”

A kind of extremely hoarse growl, like a beast on the verge of death, echoing in this world.

As soon as the chill that was enough to freeze the spirit subsided, the sudden burst of pain was enough to torture a rock-solid man to madness.

This kind of painful low roar continued for nearly one hour, and the trembling of that silhouette slowly stopped. At this time, his body collapsed to the ground weakly. He didn’t even have the strength to blink his eyelids.

“This perverted Nine-Born Disillusionment Flower…”

Qin Yichen was lying on the ground, looking up at the gloomy sky, and his face was extremely haggard.

The time here seems to be somewhat different from the outside world. It stands to reason that Yu Qianqiu will wake it up after March, but he has been here for nearly half a year. Still haven’t felt it!

In this Spiritual Power world, he spends every day in endless pain. Every time he experiences, he deeply feels the smell of death.

Even with his firm mind, he almost got lost in this deep soul pain several times.

Furthermore, Qin Yichen discovered that the various tempers here seem to be getting stronger every time.

It is this sense of crisis that forces Qin Yichen’s body to become stronger after experiencing terrifying pain. If it hadn’t become stronger with this kind of constant tempering, I’m afraid he would have been unable to bear it long ago and would have ended in failure.

This body is not his physical body, but his Spiritual Body, that is to say, his Spiritual Body is gradually becoming stronger!

This kind of progress is extremely slow, but it clearly exists!

“hu…..”

After a long while, Qin Yichen lifts the head while looking at this endless world. The faith in his eyes is not because This kind of grind faded away, and he firmly believed that one day, he could face this kind of grind without fear!

In the fantasy world of Spiritual Power, the concept of time is quite vague, and the passage of time here seems to be quite different from the outside world.

Before, Qin Yichen was able to calculate the time in the heart at first, but as the pain that his body suffered every day intensified, he could no longer distinguish a trace of his mind on this, he could only do his best. Resisting the kind of pain from the soul and the threat of death.

Time is passing slowly, like a hell-like temper, but there has never been a rest, day after day, going on again and again.

One year…

Two years…

Three years!

In the hell-like Spiritual Power phantom world, that thin body is becoming stronger and stronger under the threat of death again and again.

He endured the pain that ordinary people can’t imagine, just like a silkworm in a cocoon, and is having accumulated knowledge and deliver it slowly, waiting for the day when the cocoon becomes a butterfly!

It is still a gloomy sky, dark clouds shrouded, one after another dragon-like lightning, raging in the dark clouds, from time to time, one after another wide several feet-sized thunderbolt, like anger dragon-like, tearing open the air, whizzing down.

On the dark red earth, a silhouette is walking at a moderate pace, and the thunderbolt strikes on top of this silhouette at a very fast speed.

However, this silhouette was not scorched like before, and even his body did not tremble at all, and the steps under his feet were still steady and unaffected.

“bang! bang! ”

one after another thunderbolt is like a pillar of silver water, constantly strikes down, these attacks are several times stronger than when they first entered here Much.

However, these attacks now cannot pose any threat to Qin Yichen. The seemingly amazing thunderbolt seemed extremely pale and weak at this moment.

Here, how many years has he experienced? Is it three years or five years? Or ten years?

The concept of time is vague, and Qin Yichen can’t remember it clearly. Among them, he doesn’t know how many times he almost collapsed.

He only knows now that these seemingly terrifying grinds have done little harm to him, and he is strong enough to contend!

The thundercloud dissipated, and the wind that connected the world swept in.

Qin Yichen lowered his head and looked at his white palm, from the very beginning, this powerless palm, at this time…

“All of this… should be It’s over!”

Qin Yichen chuckled lightly, and shook his palm against the hurricane raging on the edge of the sky.