Chapter 938 Day after Day

At this time, Yu Qianqiu also had a little headache, why did he agree to let Li Yuanba and Mu Yanzhen go to the Ling Tian Ancient Tomb at once?

These two guys, their identities are extremely sensitive!

The disciples of the Taihao Holy Land who were guarding outside the Ling Tian Ancient Tomb were also non-existent when they knew the decision of the Holy Land

They naturally also knew that before the final result came out, they definitely couldn't disturb the two quasi-holy sons, otherwise, the situation that had just stabilized would probably have turbulent waves again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, they could only look at the entrance of Ling Tian's ancient tomb with a look of hope, as if hoping that a miracle would appear, and Li Yuanba and Mu Yanzhen would be able to walk out unharmed.

After all, if something happened to either of these two people, it would cause a shock in the Taihao Holy Land.

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In the endless expanse of heaven and earth, the sky was dark, and the raindrops like swords fell with a chill that was enough to freeze the spiritual power into ice sculptures.

When he entered the illusion of the Nine Lives Disillusionment Flower, Qin Yichen knew that there was no turning back, and the only thing he could do now was to persevere, otherwise, he would completely sink into this world and become an ownerless and lonely soul.

The Nine Lives Disillusionment Flower's illusion realm experience was extremely cruel, but fortunately, Qin Yichen also expected this. There is no such thing as a pie in the world, and if you want to turn into a butterfly, you need to go through endless experience.

The downpour like a water sword poured down from under the sky, and the dark red earth had become a white mist, and a cold air visible to the naked eye rose in this heaven and earth.

And in a corner of this foggy land, a thin figure was lying in a puddle of shallow water, his body was covered with wounds the size of various needles, and red blood was constantly flowing out of his body, and as soon as a drop fell, it was frozen into bright ice crystals.

Raindrops continued to bombard 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 fog that permeated the sky and the earth gradually receded.

When the silence of this world was restored, a look flashed out in the depths of the figure's eyes, and then, his body trembled violently.

"Ah......h

A hoarse roar, like a beast on the verge of death, echoed through the world.

The sudden outburst of sharp pain that was enough to freeze the spirit as soon as it subsided, was enough to torture a person whose mind was as solid as a rock to madness.

This low roar of pain lasted for nearly half an hour, and the trembling of the figure slowly stopped, and at this time, his body collapsed to the ground weakly, and he didn't even have the strength to blink his eyelids.

"This perverted Nine Lives of Disillusionment Flower ......"

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

The time here seems to be a little different from the outside world, it stands to reason that Yu Qianqiu will wake him up after March, but he has been here for nearly half a year, and he still doesn't feel it!

In this world of spiritual power, every day of his life is spent in endless pain, and every time he experiences it, he deeply feels the taste of death.

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

Moreover, Qin Yichen found that the various grinds here seemed to be more powerful every time.

It is precisely this sense of crisis that forces Qin Yichen's body to become stronger every time he experiences terrible pain. If he hadn't become stronger with this constant grinding, 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 the body of his spiritual power, that is to say, the body of his spiritual power is gradually becoming stronger!

This progress is extremely slow, but it is clear!

"Hoo ......"

After a long while, Qin Yichen raised his head and looked at this endless world, the belief in his eyes did not fade because of this kind of grinding, he firmly believed that one day, he would be able to face this grind without fear!

In the illusory 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 heart a little at first, but as the pain that his body endured every day intensified, he could no longer separate a trace of his mind from this, and could only resist the pain from his soul and the threat of death with all his strength.

Time is passing slowly, like a hellish grind, but it has never stopped, day after day, cycle after cycle.

One year ......

Two years......

Three years!

In the hellish world of spiritual power phantoms, that thin body is becoming stronger little by little under the threat of death again and again.

He endured unimaginable pain for ordinary people, just like a silkworm in a cocoon, waiting for the day when the cocoon will become a butterfly!

It was still a dull sky, shrouded in black clouds, and lightning like a thunder dragon raged in the black clouds, and from time to time, thunderbolts of several zhang in size, like an angry dragon, tore through the air and roared down.

Above the dark red earth, a figure was walking unhurriedly, and the thunder bombarded the figure at an extremely fast speed.

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

"Boom! boom!"

Thunderbolts continued to bombard down like silver columns of water, and these attacks were already several times more powerful than when they first entered here.

However, these current attacks could not pose any threat to Qin Yichen. The seemingly astonishing thunder seemed extremely pale and powerless at this moment.

How many years has he been here, three years, or five years, or ten years?

The vague concept of time has made Qin Yichen unable to remember, and among them, he doesn't know how many times he has almost collapsed.

All he knew now was that these seemingly terrible grinds had not done him much harm, and he was already strong enough to resist!

The thunderclouds dispersed, and the wind that connected the heavens and the earth swept in.

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

"All this...... It's time to end!"

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