At this moment, the feelings of everyone in the dragon soul are not much different from Wen Yiming, they are all in a separate closed space, in a small forbidden demon pool, tightly wrapped by the milky white viscous liquid, not even a cold hair is spared, at first glance it really looks like an enlarged version of the silver-white cocoon, but the surface is squirming evenly and orderly, as if the slime shaped like silk is a pulse, constantly pulsing vigorously.

Everyone in it seems to lose track of time, and it is not uncomfortable to be wrapped in liquid at first, but it is very comfortable, like someone massaging when they are extremely tired, drowsy and extremely enjoyable.

There is no concept of time, and I don't know how long it has been, but gradually some people feel uncomfortable, and they want to struggle to break the liquid cocoon in no particular order.

Wen Yiming was the first to feel this, not because his resistance was the worst, but because the strongest physique would be the first to wake up in enjoyment, because in the process of enjoyment, it was actually to dispel the accumulation and dark wounds in the body, including impurities that could not be eliminated.

Wen Yiming's Shura battle body has been tempered by the artistic conception of the Nine Soldiers, and he has enjoyed countless forging materials of heavenly and earthly treasures in the process of advancing to the ninth order, even if he is not a Dacheng battle body at the moment, he is also one of the strongest physique in the entire continent, so this process is extremely short, and he directly enters the key step of the forbidden demon power penetrating into the body.

He felt that countless soft silk threads were like life, desperately drilling into his pores, even his somewhat restricted True Yuan could not resist this power, and the itching all over his body was unbearable, so that he couldn't help clenching his fists, grasping his ten toes, his body wanted to bend to the limit, and use his instinct to resist the discomfort of this discomfort.

The silk thread of life is like an all-pervasive invader, eating away at every inch of his body of land step by step, and as the silk thread encroaches on the area, Wen Yiming almost wants to be made to cry out by the itch.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to roar, and countless threads of life poured into it, frantically looking for a breakthrough in the gums and mouths, and swung all the way down his throat, running wildly into his body.

"Uh——!"

Wen Yiming opened his eyes violently and let out a muffled snort, at first it was just an itch from the outside to the inside, but at this moment, the indescribable itching of the viscera made his psychological pressure soar, it was like countless life forms were sadistic in his body, which made him feel as terrifying as if he was about to mutate.

Two muffled snorts, Wen Yiming closed his mouth tightly, even holding his breath, he felt that his soul was trembling, and a large number of life threads were also invaded in his open eyes, if outsiders could see it, at this moment his eyes had no pupils at all, and his eyes were full of milky white silk threads wriggling, which was extremely terrifying, and he himself could completely imagine it, so he gritted his teeth, and eliminated all the fear and distractions from psychological pressure in the gurgling sound, and only endured the pain from the limbs and hundreds of bones.

Unable to calculate the time, he deeply realized what it means to live like a year, and for the first time, he deeply understood that itching is a more painful thing than pain.

What he really thought in his heart at the moment was that he would rather cut off his arms and fingers, bleed profusely, or even peel off his nails piece by piece, rather than bear this kind of itching to scratch his heart and lungs.

At this moment, he was sure that not only his body, but also every inch of his face was distorted.

Without a concept of time, and enduring the strange itching and pain inside and outside his body, he finally understood why there were only a handful of people who could survive fifteen days in the records of the Zu'an clan.

No one knows how long they have held on, so they can only grit their teeth and try to wait until the moment they are teleported.

Psychologically, if you know how long you have persevered and how long it is until fifteen days, many people can rely on willpower to persevere as much as possible.

But as far as his current experience is concerned, it seems that in this pain, he will forget time no matter what, it is difficult to pay attention to and calculate, he can't remember how long he has persevered, how long the remaining time is, as if he is struggling to survive every minute and every second, and even sometimes he will feel extremely real that he has been persevering in the forbidden demon pool for a long, long time, and he will have an illusion that he has reached the limit at any time, and he wants to leave as soon as possible.

In this case, being able to hold on for fifteen days can indeed be called an iron will, they are not only facing physical pain, but also psychological pressure to destroy, at this moment, Wen Yiming admired the five Zu'an seniors who persisted for fifteen days.

Everyone in the Dragon Soul has the same idea, they have all tasted this itch that is enough to make people cry bitterly, at this moment, everyone's heart is broken, and they are forcibly stabilizing the last trace of defense with their will, wanting to hold on as much as possible.

In the end, it was Ling Qingping and Fifth Qiu Wan who realized this itching and pain, their body cultivation was not high, and the process of enjoying the elimination of physical accumulation and impurities would be relatively long, and when their bodies were eroded by the silk thread of life, they almost lost their hearts.

In the passage of the gods, Lambda sat quietly fifty meters away from the cyclone of the Forbidden Demon Pool, listening to the sound of footsteps coming from the entrance in the distance, seeing that it was Zane and Fama, he slowly got up, and when the two approached, his face was full of concern, and said, "How is it, is it still going well?"

Zane nodded, his face was full of relief, and his tone of voice was a little admiring, and said, "Zhou Xiaoshuai is indeed worthy of his reputation, and sending Amon to the outside world is the most correct choice that I, the chief, have made in the past hundreds of thousands of years. ”

Amama nodded and agreed: "That's right, this kid Amon has a lot of opportunities in the outside world, and he is very likely to be the strongest Zuan madman in our Zu'an clan in the past, let's wait and see!"

Lambda clenched his fists, his face was a little excited, and he nodded: "Following Skywalker's side, you can indeed get a lot of luck, look at the twelve dragon souls, even if they are placed in the heyday of our tribe, which one is not a genius, of course, this is inseparable from their own efforts." ”

Amama nodded, raised her hand to the Forbidden Demon Pool Cyclone, and said, "How long have you been in?"

"Seven days!" Lambda gestured, his expression satisfied.

Ama's sigh of annoyance, he looked at the Forbidden Demon Pool Cyclone with his negative hand, and said: "Seven days, which is beyond the time of many strong people, about the first three days are to purify the body and eliminate impurities, and it is really difficult to persist from the fourth day, they can hold on for seven days, as expected." ”

Zane nodded: "Seven days is a cut-off point, don't say one more day after that, each additional hour will benefit from a huge difference, I don't know where they can go?"

Lambda suddenly smiled, looked at the two of them, and said, "Chieftain and my lord, don't you bet this time? The Forbidden Demon Pool Cyclone has opened for the first time in countless years, this is a big day, hehe!"

(End of chapter)