Chapter 1192

"Unexpectedly, what this boy wants to quench is the wick ghost fire grass!"

"It's rare to find the elixir immortal treasure that can quench the spirit, and there are very few such as wick ghost fire grass that can directly transform the spirit. This boy is lucky!"

"The wick ghost fire grass is indeed a great treasure, but the risk of quenching is also extremely huge. If there is not strong enough spirit power and willpower, it will fall short, or the spirit will be damaged or even completely destroyed!"

The two brothers, long Dalong, soon recovered from the shock brought by the wick ghost fire grass and strange fire.

After that, the eyes on Lin Feng began to become dignified bit by bit.

……

"Hiss!"

The process of soul quenching is a process of continuous tearing and recovery.

The recovery and reorganization after each tear can increase the power of the spirit by a few points.

As time goes by, the fission of Lin Feng's spirit is also going on continuously.

In this way, it alternates between cracking and recovery.

Every time the crack appears and then recovers, the spirit will overflow a bit more powerful than before.

When the essence of the whole plant was absorbed into the majority, the speed of the emergence and restoration of the rift increased to a new height.

Not only that, the area of each crack also began to expand. Even in the end, as long as the crack appeared, the whole soul would be covered. If the naked eye can see the soul, it can clearly see that once the crack of the soul emerges, it will become like the grain on the turtle shell.

"Ah!"

The aggravation of the crack of the divine soul brought about the tearing pain, which was much more violent than before.

The impact on Lin Feng's pain is like the difference between a magnitude-4 earthquake and a magnitude-8 earthquake, so that Rao roared uncontrollably with the strength and firmness of Lin Feng's willpower as the soul fission and recovery process.

It seems that only through such catharsis can we make ourselves reluctantly bear the kind of heart-wrenching pain transmitted by the divine soul in the process of continuous tearing.

Slowly, Lin Feng's appearance became extremely distorted.

"The quenching and transformation of the spirit of the wick ghost fire grass is more difficult to bear in the end."

"Looking at his refining, the rest that has not been refined is only one or two out of ten."

"However, the essence of this last ten one or two is to absorb and intensify the spirit, and the pain it needs to bear will be much stronger than before."

"If this boy can survive successfully, everything will be fine. If he can't, he will not only fail to quench the soul. Even, it is very likely to hurt the soul!"

Lin Feng's painful and low roar immediately attracted the attention of the two brothers of long Dalong.

Their eyes fell on Lin Feng, and their eyes began to become dignified.

The spirit is different from the flesh. If it is injured, it is likely that it will not be able to recover completely. Even if it is as powerful as Uncle twelve dragons, it may not be sure to do so.

Lin Feng is their brothers. He finally found the skirt successor for uncle twelve dragons. He is absolutely not allowed to make any mistakes. Otherwise, with the old uncle Long's temperament, God knows how to punish them.

"Long Da, look at this boy's pain. I don't know if he can hold on."

"Why don't we help the boy?"

Looking at Lin Feng with a painful face, long er suggested.

"How can I help you? It's hard for others to interfere in such a thing as quenching the soul."

"In our present state, even if we try our best to work together, we can only do it reluctantly."

Long Da's face was dull. If he could help, he would not hesitate.

But the spirit is a special existence. Although they are the strong ones who fit the peak state, their strength is too much higher than Lin Feng. However, even so, I am not sure that I will succeed.

If you act rashly, you will eventually become good, but if you fail, the result will be more than the loss.

"What should we do? Can we just watch?" long er looked dull.

"What else can we do without looking at it? What if we act rashly and backfire?" asked long Dazhi.

"This... This..." long er was anxious and didn't know what to do.

"Up to now, he can only rely on himself. If he can survive unharmed, it is naturally the best. If not, he can only rely on Uncle twelve dragons." Longda sighed helplessly and then said.

"That's the only way!" long er nodded helplessly when he heard the speech.

"Ah... Hiss!"

On Lin Feng's side, he was still trying to endure the stinging pain of the tear of the divine soul and quenched his whole body.

This pain, although several times, has almost reached the edge that he will not be able to bear, but with his strong willpower, he finally persevered.

However, even so, Lin Feng can clearly feel that the pain of this tear is approaching bit by bit, and the limit he can bear.

In his current situation, the remaining ten of one or two of the essence of fairy treasure can only be half hardened, so that it can reach the limit of endurance and can not continue to harden. Once the quenching of wick ghost fire grass starts, it can not stop. Either the quenching is completed successfully and the spirit is reborn, or the quenching fails, and the spirit is damaged or even disappeared to varying degrees.

"The spirit can't last until the end of the whole quenching."

"What should I do... What should I do?"

Lin Feng looked anxious and didn't know what to do.

Originally, he thought that with the strength of his divine soul and the firmness of willpower, he could not sacrifice the taboo art, and would be able to last until the end of the whole quenching. But now it seems that he underestimated the power of the wick ghost fire grass.

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As time goes by, the quenching process continues.

The remaining 1/10 two of the essence of Xian Bao was quenched quickly, but nearly half of it had been quenched after a short time.

At this moment, it is finally about to reach the limit that Lin Feng's spirit can bear.

With the limit approaching, Lin Feng's mind began to become confused. No matter how he gritted his teeth and supported him, he could not resist this confusion. After a while, he was sleepy.

"Long Da, the boy is going to faint. What should I do?"

With the process of quenching, the attention of the two brothers of long Dalong has been completely focused on Lin Feng without any deviation.

Seeing Lin Feng who was about to fall asleep because he couldn't bear the pain of the tear of the divine soul, the most impatient longer looked impatient.

"If the boy sleeps, the refining of the divine soul will be a failure."

"Once the refining fails, the heavy damage suffered by the divine soul is inevitable, but I don't know how much it will be?"

Long Da's face became extremely dignified at this time.

Before that, their brothers could still have a glimmer of fantasy in their hearts, hoping that Lin Feng could get away with it. But now, this glimmer of fantasy is completely disillusioned.

"I hope I don't suffer too much. If Uncle long scolds me, maybe he can show mercy."

Long er said that he had begun to pray silently in his heart.

"Now, I can only pray for the boy's blessing!"

The Dragon sighed and said no more.

Lin Feng's situation at this time is not that they can help in a hurry.

The only thing we can do is pray for Lin Feng.

After all, with the inside information of the dragon family, the powerful strength of the twelve dragon uncle and his transcendent position in the dragon family, there is hope to recover as long as it is not a serious injury close to extinction.

"Parents, Wanrong, Ruoyun..."

Lin Feng, who has almost passed out, has begun to become weaker and weaker.

Slowly, in my mind, some hallucinations began to appear.

With the appearance of hallucinations, parents Zhang Wanrong and Xu Ruoyun soon came to mind.

"No, it can't go on like this!"

"Ah... Drink!"

Almost at the moment when the appearance of the four parents appeared, Lin Feng, who had been torn and tortured by the spirit, suddenly became a lot sober. Not only that, the whole person was inspired with a bright sense of war.

With this war spirit, Lin Feng, who was already confused, began to become sober. Then, after a violent drink, the whole person's consciousness completely recovered.

"It's very kind of the boy to resist!"

"With this bright fighting spirit, it is enough for this boy to completely resist the pain of tearing and reorganizing the rest of the divine soul and complete the real refining and transformation of the divine soul."

"We brothers don't need to worry about Uncle Long's punishment anymore!"

The two brothers of long Dalong, who were originally decadent and dull, shouted excitedly as Lin Feng recovered his sober state.

Be able to recover the bright fighting spirit again before going to sleep, and hard carry the stinging pain of the tear of the divine soul. Such strong willpower is a miracle.