So he didn't go far when a hurricane carried scorching grains of sand like magma, like a sand whip, and struck him his body.

Bang! A low voice sounded, and Qin Mu was directly whipped away. The sharp pain spread over his shoulder, and he turned his head to look at it, only to see blood flowing on his back, and a hideous scar pulled directly from his shoulder to his waist.

"It hurts. Qin Mu trembled, this kind of pain was particularly strong compared to the real physical pain, that sand whip was like tearing his body in half.

Large drops of sweat fell from Qin Mu's forehead, and then he raised his head, his pupils suddenly shrank, only to see that the storm was approaching, and in the storm, more than a dozen huge sand whips flew out, frantically pumping at him.

Qin Mu rolled over the ground in embarrassment, and the two sand whips slammed on the ground, and the earth trembled.

However, with the sensitivity of Qin Mu's current body, it was obviously impossible to completely avoid it, so in the next moment, there were several sand whips, which slammed on his body.

Syllable. Qin Mu's body was directly whipped into the sand by this fierce whipping, and half of his body was exposed at this time, and the indescribable pain made Qin Mu's eyes climb bloodshot in an instant.

He finally understood why this trial was named

"Purgatory", because here, it is really going to smoke people to death! Bang bang! The brutal storm did not give Qin Mu any time to think about these things, the storm raged, one after another, sand whips, swung out fiercely, and then all fell on the flesh and blood figure whose body had been embedded in the sand.

The crisp sound of the sand whip falling on the body reverberated in the desert, and the figure in the sand would struggle at first, but later, it was almost immovable, as if it had lost its life.

The ravages of the storm lasted for half a day, and then Shi Shiran left, and an hour after the storm left, among the grains of sand, a palm covered with blood finally stretched out tremblingly, and then a bloody figure crawled out of it.

Whew. Qin Mu's eyes were blurred, his mouth kept coming out of his rapid breathing, his face covered with blood, there was a trace of residual palpitations, he finally understood that this was called

The horror of "purgatory". And he also knows very well that although this is a so-called illusion, if he is out of his mind, I am afraid that he will no longer be able to live.

Qin Mu was lying on the hot sand, he could feel the sharp pain in his body dissipating slightly, and at the same time as the severe pain dissipated, his originally weak body seemed to have become a little stronger.

This discovery made Qin Mu feel slightly happy in his heart, if this is the case, when he recovers a little more, he should be able to relax a little more when he suffers that kind of injury next time.

"Huh?" Just when this thought flashed in Qin Mu's heart, he suddenly noticed that the temperature between heaven and earth had dropped strangely, and then he slowly raised his head, only to see that in mid-air, the cold cold wind had turned into an overwhelming blade.

"No" Qin Mu looked at this scene, his body, which was already in severe pain, shivered fiercely.

"Woooooooooooo

The terrible screams resounded again. A desert hurricane that was as hot as carrying magma, a cold wind blade as cold as a blade, and an ice storm that was enough to completely turn the spirit body into an ice sculpture Since entering this area, Qin Mu finally understood this clearly

The meaning of "purgatory" is that he is here, and he does not have the same powerful physical body and spiritual power as before, only that is the weak spiritual body, the strength of this spiritual body, this

Any kind of tribulation in "purgatory" can truly wipe it out in this virtual and real world.

But this kind of place, once entered, there is no way back, so he is not qualified to do multiple-choice questions, the only thing he can do is to survive, otherwise, what awaits him will be a real dead end.

The experience is quite cruel, but fortunately, Qin Mu also expected this, there is no power that comes from heaven and earth, if the Divine Soul Master is really so easy to achieve, the number of heaven and earth will not be so rare.

If you want to get rid of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly, you naturally have to experience the endless pain of skin and flesh separation. This point, Qin Mu clearly understood from the beginning.

Hail poured down from the sky like a torrential rain, the red yellow earth, has already become white, a kind of cold air visible to the naked eye is permeated, and even the air is at this time there are signs of turning into ice crystals and somewhere in this ice and snow land, a thin figure, is falling under the snowflakes and shivering, he is sitting on the ground, his skin is showing a dark blue color, the blood, muscles, bones, as if they are eroded by the cold at this time.

Snowflakes fell from all around him, and when they swept over his body, blood marks suddenly appeared, and after the wound, no blood flowed out, it looked like a withered corpse with black hair hanging down, and a pair of black eyes without the slightest focus and fluctuation around him, there was a kind of twilight exuding, he seemed to be a dying person.

Snowflakes as sharp as knives kept passing around him, and blood marks continued to appear, but this figure never moved.

This corpse-like meditation lasted for a whole day, and the snowflakes and hail falling from the sky gradually weakened until they finally dispersed.

And as the snowflakes dispersed, the cold air that permeated the world was also receding slightly. At the same time as the cold air receded, a trace of vitality hidden in the depths of the figure's unfocused black eyes appeared, and then his body trembled wildly.

His palms were clenched tightly, his nails were pinched into his palms, and he saw that the wounds all over his body gradually became scarlet at this time, and then the blood was like a spring, and it immediately seeped out.

The whole person instantly turned into a bloody person. Ahhh

He knelt on the ground with his legs, his head against the ground, his fists slammed on the ground, his body was eroded by the cold before, and he almost lost his sense of the body, so even if the countless snowflakes like blades swept over his body, he didn't feel anything, and the terrible thing was that this sharp pain did not disappear directly, but accumulated on his body, and when the cold faded and the body returned to control, the sudden outbreak of severe pain was enough to make a person with a firm mind torture by it.

The low roar of pain lasted for half an hour, and the figure finally gradually stopped, and his body was almost paralyzed and fell to the ground, and his fingers did not even have the strength to move.

"Damn purgatory. Qin Mu buried half of his face in the sand, that face was extremely haggard, the time here seemed to be a little different from the Luoling Mansion, but Qin Mu was solid and had already enjoyed the perverted ordeal here for two months.

Every day of his life was spent in endless pain, and every time, he would really feel the approach of death, although he had often walked between the knife in the past, but that feeling was especially obvious here, because at least no less than ten times, Qin Mu's clinging mind was almost lost in that terrible pain.

And once lost, his spiritual body will completely disappear, so that there will be no chance to come back.

"This time, the ice and snow are even more cold than last time. Qin Mu felt the gradual recovery of the physical strength in his body, and the originally confused sanity also returned, he could feel that the ice and snow cold this time was much stronger than last time, obviously, the various experiences here were getting stronger every time, and once he himself could not become stronger with this kind of strengthening, then he would not be able to bear it in the end, so that naturally there would be no good results.

If you want to survive here, you have to adapt to the brutal rhythm here. This strong sense of crisis forced Qin Mu's body to become stronger after experiencing that terrible pain, and the only thing that made Qin Mu feel relieved was that he could also feel that his body was getting stronger at a slow speed.

This body is not his real body, but his spiritual body, that is to say, his soul power is gradually becoming stronger, and he is moving towards the level of a divine soul master, step by step.

This progress may be slow, but it does give a sense of hope. Qin Mu exhaled, he raised his head and looked at this boundless and endless land, there was a trace of persistence in his eyes that could not be erased even after so many years of ups and downs, he believed that one day, he would show disdain for this purgatory.

"You wait for me!" Qin Mu gritted his teeth and said viciously to the sky, and then he struggled to get up, and walked away in the distance in embarrassment, he knew that soon, it would be the next round of tribulation.

As he stayed in this purgatory for longer and longer, Qin Mu could faintly feel that he was not the only one in this purgatory, and that vague perception might be the key to finally being able to leave.

made a great wish, but what he had to face next was still the seemingly endless pain, many crazy tribulations, still followed, so that Qin Mu did not have the slightest time to breathe, and he sometimes even forgot the feeling when his body was calm.

In purgatory, the concept of time is quite vague, and the passage of time here seems to be completely different from the Falling Spirit Mansion, and the power of the Ancient Magic Flower is strange, but it is indeed a bit powerful.

Because of this kind of power, when Qin Mu first started, he could still calculate the time in his heart, but as the pain that permeated his body every day gradually intensified, he could no longer be distracted by this, and could only shrink all his strength to resist the various death threats from purgatory.

Time passed aimlessly, and the daily ordeal still did not stop for half a year, two years, three years...... In the lonely purgatory, various trials were staged in turn, and the thin figure seemed to come from afar, and under the threat of death again and again, it became stronger little by little.

He endured pain and loneliness, just like a chrysalis in a cocoon, gradually precipitating, waiting for the day when he really accumulated and turned into a butterfly.

It is still a red and yellow desert, and in that desert, dozens of huge tornado storms are raging wildly, and the sound of huge sand whips waving like giants tearing the air echoes harshly in this heaven and earth.

Closing his gaze, there was a sound of sand whips falling on the human body, only to see that in the middle of the several tornadoes, a dusty figure, slowly walked out.

However, what made one stunned was that such a fierce attack fell on the figure, but the latter did not move at all, and even the slow pace was not disturbed in the slightest.

The seemingly violent and brutal attack now seems to be extraordinarily powerless. The figure finally stood still, he raised his pair of black eyes, and his eyes were extraordinarily deep, like a mysterious black hole in the starry sky, but there was a trace of confusion in the end.

He looked at the huge giant tornadoes, these storms, which were many times more powerful than the one he had encountered when he first entered this purgatory, but now, they could no longer pose the slightest threat to him.

How many years did he take? five years, or ten years? How many painful trials did he go through in between, even if he almost collapsed?

I can't remember the time, but now he just knows that these tribulations that once made him feel extremely terrible seem to have become commonplace, and he has finally become stronger.

"Have you become stronger...... Qin Mu lowered his head, he looked at the fair-skinned and slender pairs, at the beginning, this palm did not have the slightest strength, but now.

Qin Mu seemed to smile, and then he slowly raised his palm and shook it lightly at the huge tornado storm.

The storm raging between heaven and earth stopped abruptly almost instantly, and the high-speed rotating storm was frozen alive, like a big one, holding it out of thin air.

The storm finally burst open, turning into a yellow mist and scattering down. The yellow sand flew down from Qin Mu's body, and he let out a long breath, at this time, he was finally able to feel the vast ocean-like power in his body, which was the soul power he had cultivated over the years.

This kind of soul power seems to be much stronger than it was at the beginning.