Chapter 257, reborn

"We're here."

Ziyan stopped, and the surrounding scenery seemed to change suddenly with this gentle announcement.

What appeared in front of Liuying was not the warm spring filled with steam in his imagination, or a pool of calm pool water reflecting a little starlight, between time and space, he suddenly felt that he was thrown into a cold and piercing deep pool at the bottom of the valley, and the terrible cold air penetrated deep from every pore, and soon condensed into a thin layer of frost on the surface of his body, and with every breath, those extremely cold freezing breaths penetrated his heart and lungs!

Cold, cold to the bone!

Mo said that he had cultivated for a long time the true yuan, and Liuying felt that even the blood in his body had been congealed into ice, and the stagnation was blocked. And after experiencing the initial stimulation, the cold immediately evolved into a gradually clear pain - the skin seemed to be gradually cracking, under the endless supply of cold air, the muscles and muscles seemed to be pricked by needles, and the whole body seemed to be thrown directly on the sharp sword mountain, wanting to tremble, but being tightly fixed could not get what he wanted.

The meridians that had become extremely tough after years of cultivation were also shattered by the impact of the cold air, and even if there was no external force, Liuying felt that as long as he moved the true power in his body a little now, he would immediately explode and die... All he could do was endure, endure the unimaginable pain!

After a while, the pain gradually subsided due to numbness, and the silence close to death almost stopped his breathing... It was as if he had instantly returned to that strange space where there was no up, down, left and right, and no intuition of his own, and all he could hear and see was a desperate chaos, that second. It seems to be eternal.

If you let it go, maybe, you will really die...

As long as he thought like this, he couldn't give up his persistence and persistence, but soon, the holy spring gave him a new test.

The extreme cold faded. At the same time, the body and spirit ushered in a resurgence as if they were in full bloom - they had been almost destroyed, but in the blink of an eye, the bones and meridians were rebuilt as if they were reborn, and they were stronger than before. He could vaguely feel that the bottleneck leading to the Soul Casting Realm had loosened somewhat, but before he could think about it again, his entire body had undergone another round of torture...

got out of the extremely cold abyss, but it seemed that in the next moment, it was thrown into a huge furnace burning with raging fire. The vicious flames burned his newly repaired body beyond recognition just the moment it came into contact, and it took another moment. Flowing Shadow could even feel the carbonized black stumps.

Pain! Pain! Pain!

The test of the sea of fire did not limit his hands and feet, and his body, which was completely able to obey the orders of consciousness, was still unable to move as he pleased. More direct and lethal than Hantan, the hellfire scorched his soul and body at the same time, forcing him to let out some "babbling" screams, as if torturing others in this way was his only interest.

But until the last bit of meat crumbs were swallowed up, Liuying still didn't look at it, and he silently endured an inhuman torture. Knowing that the bitterness is sweet again, the magic fire recedes. Body Repair... This time, the newborn body was stronger and fairer, like a newborn baby—but soon, at the moment when the flames dissipated, his body was once again thrown into a terrible cold...

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The torment of ice and fire seems to be an illusion that only shifts in consciousness. On the narrow path, Liuying's body just closed its eyes and stood there in silence as if nothing had happened.

He clenched his fists, and his body trembled slightly from time to time. It seemed to be resisting some terrible force, but Ziyan, who was standing beside him, didn't seem to be affected in the slightest.

However, as the scheduled next saintess, Ziyan is of course very aware of what Liuying is going through...

The Holy Spring is not a real place of existence, it is just like an ethereal distant country. The witches of the Southern Xinjiang witch clan have held the key to enter it for generations, although each witch is gifted in itself, but it is precisely by relying on the holy spring that they always have witchcraft power far beyond ordinary people.

The situation with the Shadow is slightly different...

Although the shrine maidens also have to go through a test when they enter the holy spring, because of the special sorcery they practice, this test will not be as extremely terrifying as the one that Liuying is experiencing now. Comparatively speaking, although it can also temper the body and improve cultivation, it is much slower and gentler.

Liuying is not possessed by Southern Witchcraft, and even if he starts cultivating now, it is too late - this kind of subtle change is not like a technique used against the enemy, it takes time and energy to slowly precipitate, and even if it is cheating with consciousness space, it is difficult to achieve the effect.

But... On the other hand, if he wants to greatly improve his cultivation realm overnight, it will be difficult to use the method of a witch girl who has been flowing for a long time, and now such a terrible torture can only be said to be a difficulty that must be passed by him...

Ziyan silently looked at the man in white in front of him.

Ever since he had just entered Miao Jiang, this man who came from a foreign land and had a certain unique aura all over his body aroused the infinite curiosity of the little witch. After that, when he was fighting with the second elder, this young man with a delicate face who did not look like a man showed the power to completely overwhelm the heroes of the Miao family, and even after watching it once, he learned the secret art that the Wu clan had passed down from generation to generation.

Since then, Ziyan can vaguely feel that he always has something special for him.

Taking a step forward, she opened her arms and hugged Liuying again.

Compared to before, Xiao Ziyan's arms became warm and moist, as if soaked in tears, and as if it contained a warm aroma of blue musk. has always been in a hurry, as if she was a little pepper, but she is so quiet and dignified at the moment, and finally has a bit of a witch appearance.

This embrace is very warm and light.

The feeling was completely different from every hug before, as if you could sleep peacefully just by hugging him like this... After the death of the Great Elder, the corners of Ziyan's mouth had a shallow smile for the first time, although the smile was still blurred by two lines of tears, but it could not hide the joyful face at that moment.

Her arms tightened slightly, and she pulled herself into Liuying's body a little greedily, as if to remember every trace of smell on the boy's body, and just like that, she hugged for a long, long time... But in the end, he let go of his arms.

Half a step back, this time, there was less girlish ignorance in her eyes, and a little more elegance and poise.

And almost at the same time, Flowing Shadow slowly opened his eyes. (To be continued......)