Chapter 1043

Chu Lin had read the materials before, and he was very clear that in the illusion of hell like torture, once he fell into a deep sleep, his spiritual body would collapse, and there would be no chance of rebirth.

As Chu Lin lay on the ground, he clearly felt the intense pain as if it were scattered. Moreover, when the intense pain dissipated, his already extremely weak body seemed to have become a little firmer.

This is to let Chu Lin's heart some surprise, if so, the next Xumi fantasy will also be better.

"Well?"

When Chu Lin's heart twinkled with joy, he suddenly felt that the temperature between heaven and earth had suddenly dropped a lot. Then he looked up and saw that the cold wind in the air turned into a sharp blade all over the sky.

"This is what I want to die..."

Chu Lin looked at the air, still faintly painful body, a little cold.

"You are cruel!" Chu Lin just spit out a sound, the air is like a blade of the wind storm, directly covering the Chu Lin package.

The cry was drowned by the wind.

Sandstorms that are hot as magma, hurricanes with frost like blades, and snowstorms that freeze the whole world into ice.

Since stepping into this world, Chu Lin seems to have fallen into hell. Chu Lin here does not have a strong body and genetic energy. What he has is just a thin spiritual body. If he is not careful, he really falls into this desolate world.

But since this place has come in, there is no chance to go back. The only thing that Chu Lin can do is to insist.

This kind of polishing is more difficult than anything else. Fortunately, Chu Lin has already had enough psychological preparation. The spiritual artistic conception and the mental artistic conception are not the same as each other. If the spiritual artistic conception is so easy to achieve, the spiritual artistic conception masters in the interstellar world will not be so rare.

If you want to break through this barrier, you have to go through enough pain.

The huge hailstones in the blizzard hit the face like rain. The originally dark and yellow sandy soil had long been turned into a piece of white, and the cold air was steaming up. Even the air was full of sharp ice crystal fragments.

Somewhere in this frozen world, a weak figure shivers under the ice crystal snowflakes. He sits on the ice, his skin is sickly blue, and his flesh and bone marrow seem to be frozen into a piece of ice.

Puff -

when sharp borneol fell from the air and crossed his body surface, there were clear bloodstains in the wound, but there was no blood color, just like a corpse dug out of a coffin.

Long hair slightly down, covering a pair of listless eyes, side emitting a stale twilight, as if half a foot into the coffin.

Sharp borneol constantly from the side, the wound more and more secret skills, but the figure is not changed at all.

Just sit quietly and know that after a day, the ice in the air gradually decreases until it stops.

With the stop of the snowstorm, the cold breath of surging heaven and earth gradually faded.

When the cold dissipates, the lifeless eyes gradually emerge, and then the body writhes with pain.

Hands tightly clenched fists, fingernails into the palm of the flesh, that thin wound on the body, suddenly become blood red, blood crazy out.

"Ah

During the snowstorm, his whole body was eroded by cold, numb and unable to feel any pain. Therefore, even if the ice flakes kept falling like a blade, he did not respond. But now, the sudden outbreak of pain can make a person with a firm heart collapse in an instant.

With a deep roar and sustained strength for nearly an hour, the figure gradually stopped and twisted, and his body collapsed completely. He could hardly even move his fingers.

"It's so... It's killing."

Chulin's whole face was buried in the dust, and his face was full of weakness. Chu Lin had been enjoying the pain for more than a month.

Every day has a different taste. He almost touched death several times. Although he often wandered on the edge of death in his adventure career, he still suffered the pain of no resistance for the first time.

Never lose consciousness. The spiritual struggle here is more cruel than the fight between life and death. Once you make a mistake, it will be doomed.

"This time, the storm seems to be more troublesome..."

Chu Lin felt that his body was gradually filled with physical strength, and his original chaotic spirit was slightly sober. He could vaguely feel that the snowstorm in the air was even more terrifying. Obviously, every time he was going to experience hardships, he was constantly getting stronger. Once his body could not make progress together, then Chu Lin would Facing collapse.

It is extremely difficult to survive in this desperate situation!

The fear of a catastrophe forced Chu Lin to become stronger and stronger in pain. Now the only thing that Chu Lin is pleased with is that his body is slowly becoming stronger.

The body here is not his real body, but his spiritual body. In the process of sharpening and strengthening, the spiritual energy is also growing, and gradually approaching the point of spiritual artistic conception.Although such progress is very slow, it is still a glimmer of hope.

Hu -

chulin breathed out his turbid breath and looked at the boundless world ahead. His eyes always twinkled with indelible persistence. He firmly believed that he would be able to get out of this illusory land.

In Xumi's dreamland, time is a very fuzzy feeling. Moreover, the passage of time here is quite different from that outside. The power of the dark sky flower is really strange.

At first, Chu Lin could estimate the time, but in the pain, Chu Lin could not care about it. He was all in the struggle against the pain and kept awake.

Time, such boundless flow, every day's tribulation is to arrive on time and leave on time.

Six months, a year, five years...

in the lonely dreamland of Xumi, all kinds of sufferings are constantly staged, and the thin figure is also holding a firm belief, slowly growing in the death crisis.

He sticks to his faith, like a weather beaten chrysalis, waiting for the day when he can break the cage and turn the cocoon into a butterfly.

It is still a dark yellow sand world. In the sand dust, dozens of huge sandstorms swept from different directions, tearing up the sky and flaunting their power.

The sand and dust whipped up the whip and whipped the figure. Several sandstorms converged into one, and a lonely figure slowly climbed out of it.

What is amazing is that under the heavy bombardment of the sandstorm, the figure still stands still.

No matter how the roaring and ferocious sandstorm tore, it could not break this man's will.

The man slowly stood up, a pair of eyes are particularly deep, like the dark boundless world in the star field, but his expression is a little confused.