Chapter 938: Day After Day

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Chapter 938: Day after Day

At this time, Yu Qianqiu also had a bit of a headache, why did he agree to let Li Yuanba and Mu Yanzhen go to the Lingtian Ancient Tomb?

The identities of these two guys are extremely sensitive!

The Taihao Holy Land disciples guarding outside Ling Tian's ancient tomb were helpless when they knew the Holy Land's decision.

They naturally also know that before the final result comes out, they must not disturb the two quasi-holy sons, otherwise, the situation that has just stabilized may be turbulent again.

At this moment, they could only look at the entrance of Ling Tian's ancient tomb with hope, as if hoping that a miracle would happen, that Li Yuanba and Mu Yanzhen could walk out safely.

After all, if something happens to any of these two people, it will cause a shock in Taihao Holy Land.

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In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the sky was dark, and raindrops like swords fell down, mixed with the chill enough to freeze the mental power into ice sculptures.

When entering the illusion of Nine Lives 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 world and become a No one alone.

Nine Lives Disillusionment Flower's illusion experience is extremely cruel, but fortunately Qin Yichen also expected this. There is no good thing in the world, if you want to turn a cocoon into a butterfly, you need to experience endless experience.

The torrential rain, like a water sword, poured down from the sky, and the dark red ground had become a white mist, and a cold air visible to the naked eye rose in this world.

And in a certain corner of this misty land, a thin figure was lying in a pool of shallow water. His body was covered with wounds the size of needle holes, and bright red blood was continuously flowing from it. It flows out of the body, and as soon as a drop falls, it is frozen into bright ice crystals.

The raindrops kept bombarding the broken body, but the figure never moved.

I don't know how long it took, the gray clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the cold mist that filled the sky and the earth also gradually receded.

When the world returned to silence again, a look flickered from the depths of the figure's eyes, and then his body trembled violently.

"ah……"

An extremely hoarse growling sound, like a beast on the verge of death, echoed in the world.

As soon as the chill that was enough to freeze the mind subsides, the sudden burst of pain is enough to torture a person with a rock-solid mind to the point of insanity.

This painful growl lasted for nearly half an hour before the trembling of that figure slowly stopped. At this moment, his body collapsed to the ground feebly, and he could not even blink his eyelids. All gone.

"This perverted Nine Lives Disillusionment Flower..."

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

The time here seems to be somewhat different from the outside world. Logically speaking, Yu Qianqiu will wake him up after three months, but he has been here for nearly half a year, and he still hasn't felt it!

In this world of spiritual power, he spends every day in endless pain, and every time he experiences, he deeply feels the taste of death.

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

Moreover, Qin Yichen found that all kinds of tempering here seemed to be getting stronger every time.

It was this sense of crisis that forced Qin Yichen's body to become stronger every time he experienced terrible pain. If he hadn't become stronger with this kind of continuous tempering, he might have been unable to bear it long ago and 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!

"call……"

After a long time, Qin Yichen raised his head and looked at the endless world. The faith in his eyes did not fade away because of this kind of temper. He firmly believed that one day, he would be able to face this kind of trial 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 very different from the outside world.

Before, Qin Yichen was able to calculate the time in his mind, but as the pain intensified every day, he could no longer focus on it, and could only resist the pain and pain from the soul with all his strength. death threat.

Time is passing by slowly, honing like hell, but it has never stopped, day after day, week after week.

a year...

two years...

Three years!

In the hell-like phantom world of spiritual power, that thin body is getting stronger little by little under the threat of death again and again.

He endured unimaginable pain, just like a silkworm in a cocoon, waiting for the day when it breaks out of its cocoon and becomes a butterfly!

The sky is still gloomy, covered with black clouds, and lightning bolts like thunder dragons are raging in the black clouds. From time to time, thunderbolts with a width of several feet, like angry dragons, tear open the air and roar Down.

On the dark red ground, a figure was walking unhurriedly, and the thunderbolt struck the figure at an extremely fast speed.

However, this figure was not as battered as it was before. His body didn't even tremble at all, and his steps were still steady without being affected in the slightest.

"Boom! Boom!"

A series of thunderbolts bombarded down like a silver water column, and these attacks were several times stronger than when they first entered here.

However, these attacks now can't pose any threat to Qin Yichen. The seemingly astonishing thunder appeared extremely pale and powerless at this moment.

How many years of tempering has he experienced here? Is it three years, or five years? Or is it ten years?

The concept of time is so fuzzy that Qin Yichen can't remember clearly. Among them, he doesn't know how many times he almost collapsed.

All he knew now was that these seemingly terrifying trials hadn't done much harm to him, and he was already strong enough to resist!

The thundercloud dissipated, and a gust of wind that connected the sky and the earth swept in.

Qin Yichen lowered his head and looked at his white palm. From the beginning, this powerless palm was now...

"It's all...it's time to end!"

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