Chapter 1440 Yaotan Lengyan

"The next step is to see if you can survive it. Yaotan Lengyan has a total of three trials. Of the four people who came in front, two of them completed the first stage, and two of them completed half of the second stage. "

The white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the frosty petals muttered to himself, and immediately ignored Zhuo Bufan sitting cross-legged in the lotus ice pond, and closed his eyes to rest.

At this time, Zhuo Bufan's whole body had been frozen into ice, even though he had the strength of aura and star power to resist the strong cold air generated by his body, it was obviously a drop in the bucket.

On the first day, Zhuo Bufan's blood flow rate was only half of that of normal people.

The next day, Zhuo Bufan's blood flow rate was only one-third of that of normal people, and his heart rate began to drop sharply.

…

On the seventh day, Zhuo Bufan's blood flow rate was zero, and his blood was coagulated.

On the tenth day, that powerful heart suddenly stopped beating.

His whole body seemed to have turned into a crystal clear ice sculpture, from the inside to the outside, he had become an ice sculpture-like existence.

The soul is still being eroded by Yaotan Lengyan, Zhuo Bufan can ignore the coldness of the body, but the soul is eroded by the coldness, the painful coldness is simply ten thousand times more severe than the coldness of the body...

Once the soul is frozen, it is true that the soul will disappear.

"My heart is like a child, I have a sincere heart, I have an invincible heart..."

Zhuo Bufan's soul was roaring, relying on complete willpower to support the soul against the chill from the erosion in the sea of ​​gods.

If the soul is likened to a weapon, then willpower is the warrior who holds the weapon. If the willpower fails, then no matter how powerful the soul is, it becomes a display and can only be slaughtered.

cold!

Is it the kind of coldness from the bottom of my heart that I was sent by my father to marry the Ye family when I was young, just to continue the descendants? "

Memories of the past kept coming back, father's stern face, clansman's ridicule, Ye family's indifference.

The helplessness of the young man made him feel the bone-chilling coldness between the heaven and the earth.

His mother was bullied by the Chen family, and he was ridiculed by Chen Qingai's father.

Originally, Chen Qingai was a cluster of warm flames that appeared in his cold and dark world, but in the end this cluster of flames suddenly disappeared, bringing a sense of despair and coldness.

Being killed by someone, she left the earth and went to the realm of comprehension to survive.

Crisis after crisis, growth in adversity, hope in desperation.

As if feeling the call of Zhuo Bufan's willpower, the fire of the soul burned even more intensely, and the surrounding coldness retreated.

…

The white-haired old man outside the Binglian Cold Pond suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of surprise in his eyes, "What a strong willpower?"

The old man stared down and smiled slightly: "Boy, you are indeed a person who can come here. You have extraordinary willpower and belief. I hope you can succeed. Now you have broken through the first level!"

"I remember that among the four people who came to accept the inheritance, the one who broke through the barrier the fastest took a full year, but you only took three months."

…

Zhuo Bufan can clearly feel that his soul has resisted the impact of Yaotan Lengyan once, and the impact of that cold air is like a person facing a million cavalry, like a lone boat in a vast ocean with a sudden gust of wind , if you are not careful, it may collapse.

"The cold air is still increasing. According to my current soul gaze speed, I guess I can't resist the second impact." No matter how strong a person's willpower is, he can't improve his own strength. Strength is strength, and willpower is willpower. For example, when a person encounters a crisis situation, he can explode ten times stronger than usual, and even burn his life, but no matter how hard he tries, it is impossible to explode a hundred times stronger.

Quantity, because it is all determined by the basis.

…

The second Yaotan Lengyan's attack and erosion came again.

The sea of ​​gods was covered with frost, and the fire of the soul stood alone, shivering.

Cold, freezing the soul, freezing consciousness.

As if everything in the world would be frozen, once the soul was frozen, the only result would be death and the soul would be shattered!

"Oh? The second erosion has begun, half a year earlier than I expected."

The white-haired old man opened his eyes for the second time, and looked down quietly. His gaze was as deep as the boundless sea of ​​stars, which could not be explored.

"Boy, if you can't hold on, just give up, you've done a good job."

The white-haired old man said lightly, "With your strength, I don't have any hope. You have to know that although your willpower is strong, your soul is too weak after all. Just like a warrior holding a wooden stick, he can't defeat you." Ordinary people with cannons, you should understand this truth!"

"give up?"

Zhuo Bufan sneered.

"For me, giving up is harder than holding on."

"Um?"

The white-haired old man frowned, and stopped talking immediately, because he felt that Zhuo Bufan's soul fire became stronger and stronger, and there was faintly the soul flame of a monk who had surpassed the golden core stage.

"You are only in the mid-innate cultivation base. It is incredible that you have condensed your soul to such an extent?"

The white-haired old man was surprised.

Zhuo Bufan is different from ordinary monks, he has lived in two lifetimes, even though he has not practiced as much as other monks, the different feelings and experiences of the two lifetimes have continuously tempered his soul and tempered his will.

During the time on earth, Zhuo Bufan was bullied, it might be better for him to die.

But heaven gave him a chance to go to the vast and wonderful world of self-cultivation, where Zhuo Bufan just began to understand how to be brave and diligent, see his heart clearly, and break out a world of his own.

"In the cultivation world, I am also a mediocre person. If I choose to give up every time, I will not become a Ninth Rank Immortal Venerable!"

"Practice, control the world, and make the world your slave!"

The soul let out an angry roar, and the burning cluster of coquettish soul fires in the cold world suddenly exploded in flames, and turned into a fire dragon, rushing towards the endless cold area.

"You actually want to attack the third floor directly. In this case, even I can't save you."

The white-haired old man turned pale with shock, shook his head and said, "If you continue to practice for a few hundred years, you may not be unable to obtain Yaotan Lengyan!"

The soul flame seems to be passing through the endless icy region, constantly plundering towards the depth.

After a while, I found that group of Yaotan Lengyan with light blue faintness, like the shape of Epiphyllum, strange and charming, and the psychedelic contains the coldness of death.

"When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!"

Zhuo Bufan was determined, and he erased the delusions in his heart.

The flexible fire suddenly flew towards Yaotan Lengyan, and the two combined, and the red and blue rays of light entwined and fought with each other.

Yaotan Lengyan wants to kill Soul Fire, and Soul Fire wants to control Yaotan Lengyan.

Life and death, between a thought.

"Boy, you are really not afraid of death!"

The white-haired old man frowned, but he had no choice but to sigh deeply in his heart. He didn't believe that Zhuo Bufan could succeed, and he knew the power of Yaotan Lengyan better than anyone else. This sigh was just a regret for the impending fall of a monk with extremely firm willpower.