"Ding! The host soul is about to collapse, activate the main protector function, you need to consume soul points to maintain the soul. ”

"Ding, consume a soul point!"

"Ding, consume a soul point!"

Under the protection of the system, Ding Feng's soul was not collapsed by the huge pain, and he survived little by little, and he couldn't hear the occasional sound of the system in his mind.

"Tooth extraction, tongue extraction, finally finished pulling out the big tongue...... Remember to call out the tongue puller at midnight and pluck out your big tongue!"

After the little ghost plucked out Ding Feng's tongue again, it suddenly disappeared, and even the skeletons and the living dead disappeared in an instant, and then the room collapsed, turning into a little fluorescent, and even Ding Feng's body began to be illusory.

In the next moment, Ding Feng appeared on a platform, and he lay quietly, trembling from time to time. Under the platform, streams of air submerge into the body, replenishing the energy consumed.

I don't know how long it took, Ding Feng slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm not dead?"

His hoarse voice sounded like a demon from hell.

"My tongue is still there?"

Ding Feng reminisced, but when he thought of the pain he suffered when he pulled out his tongue, he had a spasm, trembling violently, and his face turned pale. That kind of pain, deep into the bone marrow, deep into the soul.

"What the hell is going on?"

After calming down, Ding Feng sat up slowly, but at this time, a piece of information flowed into his mind.

"Reincarnation?"

He looked at the smooth mirror-like platform that was only ten square meters in size below him, and looked puzzled.

"Automatically compensate for energy consumption?January turns into an instant, and the pain is precipitated?"

The information is not very detailed, but Ding Feng understands.

"It's a month here, it's just a moment outside, time accelerates?

Ding Feng was shocked.

"What kind of ability is this, a real god and demon method?"

There is not enough information to speculate, and this qiē is beyond his imagination anyway.

"It's just, that room, tongue pulling...... What is it for? To torture people like me who have strayed into this place? Unlikely, but why?"

Enigma, a qiē is a mystery.

"The scary thing is that my tongue was pulled out and then regrown, and this platform, it's too weird!"

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Ding Feng felt that the strength had returned to his body, but when he thought of the scene of pulling out his tongue, he still couldn't help but shudder, and his face turned pale.

"That kind of sin, it's enough to taste it once!"

smiled bitterly, didn't continue to think about it, anyway, he couldn't think of a reason, even if he knew what the situation was, with his current ability, he could only passively bear it.

"System, system out!"

Ding Feng called in his mind, but still did not respond, he closed his eyes and tried to enter the system space, but failed.

"Is it because the power here is too strong and blocks the system? Or is it because the system is afraid of being discovered by unknown powerhouses and automatically hides it?"

Shaking his head and sighing inexplicably, Ding Feng lay down again, ran the Mixed Yuan Gong, and carried out the restoration. After a while, he sat up suddenly, his eyes wide open, and his face beamed with joy.

"Cultivating here, the effect is even better than taking the earth-level best Wen Jing Quenching Pill, could it be the breath of the reincarnation platform entering my body?"

Ding Feng suppressed his feelings and sensed carefully, just as he expected, the breath that the reincarnation platform submerged into his body was purer and milder than the medicinal power of the Perfect Pill.

"Cultivating here for a month is equivalent to refining a pill that is better than the earth-level best pill all the time, then my strength has not improved by leaps and bounds, is this a great calamity and immortality?"

"It's just that kind of pain, I'd rather not have this kind of chance!"

Ding Feng gritted his teeth, his eyebrows were more resolute, and the fierceness in his eyes was much stronger.

"I have now thoroughly consolidated my cultivation at the first level of the ground, and I can reach the peak with a little cultivation, and it won't be long before I can open up the next essence qi acupoint. ”

Calm down and start cultivating.

There is no hunger, replenishing the consumption in the body at any time, except for the occasional mental exhaustion, Ding Feng has been cultivating.

Mixed Yuan Gong Method.

Wind swordplay.

Wind Walk.

Vajra Fist Method.

Even, even the Water Cutting Knife Method he participated in and cultivated.

Ding Feng is convinced of this, although it takes some time, but after the initiation, he has a deep understanding of the exercises, and it is not difficult to cultivate.

On the tenth day, the mind was opened to the limit, and the consummation of the first level of the ground level was completely reached.

On the fifteenth day, after precipitation and accumulation, Ding Feng successfully opened up the second essence qi acupoint, that is, the liver acupoint, and thus entered the second level of the ground.

From entering the ground level to now being a ground level double, his cultivation time has not been more than a month, and this kind of cultivation speed, even if a genius such as Chi Haitian is a disciple of the Fire Dragon Sect, it is definitely not comparable.

On the thirtieth day, Ding Feng had completely stabilized the earth-level double cultivation, and even faintly touched the limit of the liver orifice.

"Thirty days, what will happen?"

Ding Feng did not cultivate, but sat quietly, after experiencing the suffering of pulling out his tongue, he became more mature, more calm, and even more patient, erasing his impetuousness, which was somewhat unfathomable.

Silently, the reincarnation platform exploded, and even his body turned into a little fluorescent and disappeared.

In a moment, Ding Feng appeared in a dark room, very similar to the room where his tongue had been pulled, his body was still fixed, but his hands were in front of him.

"Damn, how can this be?"

Ding Feng's face turned white instantly, and his eyelids trembled violently.

After a moment, a little ghost appeared in front of him, this time there were no skeletons and living dead, but Ding Feng did not relax in the slightest, and his heart was pounding.

"Cut it, cut it, cut your fingers, cut off a little finger, ......!"

The little ghost hummed an ugly ballad, took a small pair of scissors, and began to cut inch by inch from the little finger of Ding Feng's left hand.

Ding Feng's terrible screams made the entire gloomy room feel like thunder.

Dead and alive!

Cut off and cut back.

Dead and alive again!

The pain this time was by no means much worse than the first time, but Ding Feng persisted for a lot longer, and finally walked on the verge of soul collapse.

"Ding, the host soul is about to collapse, activate the main protector function and maintain the soul!"

At the critical moment, the system once again silently provided support.

The fingers were cut off three thousand six hundred times, and Ding Feng reappeared on the platform.

A month later, Ding Feng entered another room, and then began to experience painful torture, and the cycle continued.

The third time, it was steamed whole in a steamer basket three thousand six hundred times.

The fourth time, Ding Feng was tied to a red-hot copper pillar, his flesh, his bones, his blood, his marrow, a little bit scorched, a little turned into ashes, and the reincarnation was endless.

The fifth time, he kept rolling on the knife mountain.

The sixth time, lying on a 10,000-year-old iceberg.

For the seventh time, cook in a pan without stopping.

The eighth time, he entered the stinking pool of blood, which was tumbling with carrion, maggots, bones, and watching his body rot and turn into blood.

The ninth time, Ding Feng was delayed three thousand times, and it was also in this time that he persevered from beginning to end and did not faint.

Watching himself being Ling Chi, watching the flesh on his body being cut off by the little ghost, watching the blood flow all over the ground, repeating it over and over again, looking at it over and over again, his heart was also hard over and over again, and in the end, there was no longer any living life in his eyes, and he was completely dead and silent.

............

Transformation, this is Ding Feng's real transformation, the transformation from his bones!

Roar, roar, whisper, don't say that Lao Li is perverted: it's all for Ding Feng's good, isn't it?