His black hair was falling, and a pair of black eyes without the slightest focus and fluctuating were around him, and there was a kind of twilight emanating from him, as if he was about to die.

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.

Ahh

The roar that was suppressed in the throat reverberated through the land with a low, hoarse, like a dying beast.

He knelt on the ground with his legs, his head against the ground, and his fists slammed on the ground, before his body was eroded by the cold, 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 his body returned to control. The sudden burst of pain. Enough to make a person with a strong mind. Tortured 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. ”

The ancient proverb buried half of his face in the sand, that face was extremely haggard, and the time here seemed to be a little different from the outside world, but the ancient proverb had been enjoying the perverted ordeal here for two months.

Every day of him. It was all spent in endless pain, and each time, he would really feel the proximity of death, although he used to walk between the knife edges, but that feeling was especially obvious here, because at least ten times, the old proverb's clinging mind was almost lost in that terrible pain.

And once lost, his spiritual body will also disappear completely. So there is no chance to come back.

"This time the ice and snow are cold, compared to last time. It's even more powerful. ”

Gu Yan felt the gradual recovery of the body in his body, and the originally confused mind also returned, he could feel that the ice and snow cold this time was much stronger than last time, obviously, the various experiences here are getting stronger every time, and once he himself can't become stronger with this kind of strengthening, then he will not be able to bear it in the end, so naturally, there will 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 Gu Yan's body to become stronger after experiencing that terrible pain, and the only thing that made Gu Yan feel relieved was that he could also feel that his body was getting stronger at a slow rate.

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.

The ancient proverb exhaled, he raised his head to look at this boundless and endless land, and in his eyes, there was a touch of persistence that could not be erased even after so many years of ups and downs, and he believed that one day, he would show disdain for this purgatory.

"You wait for me!"

The old proverb gritted his teeth and said this viciously to the sky, and then he struggled to get up, and walked away into the distance, knowing that it would not be long before the next round of tribulation would come.

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

He made a great wish, but what he had to face next was still the seemingly endless pain, many maddening tribulations, still one after another, so that the ancient proverb did not have the slightest respite, and he sometimes even forgot the feeling when his body was at peace.

In purgatory, the concept of time is quite vague, and the passage of time here seems to be completely different from the outside world.

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

Time passed aimlessly, and the daily tribulations still did not stop

Half a year, one 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.

Bang Bang Bang!

Eyes narrowed, and a sand whip fell on the body of the human body, and I saw that in the middle of the several tornadoes, a dusty figure walked out slowly.

A huge sand whip roared towards the figure with amazing power, and then fell directly on his body, and a low and piercing sound sounded.

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.

"Are you getting stronger......

Gu Yan lowered his head, he looked at the white and slender pairs, at the beginning, this palm, did not have the slightest strength, but now.

The old proverb seemed to smile for a moment, and then he slowly raised his palm and shook it lightly at the huge tornado.

Rumble!

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.

Rushing!

The storm eventually exploded, turning into a yellow mist that scattered down.

The yellow sand flew down from the ancient proverb, and he let out a long breath, at this time, he could finally 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.

"This is the end of the experience. ”

The ancient proverb slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly opened them, and the fierceness and murderous intent that had been silent for too long rose in his eyes.

"So, it's time for you to show up. ”

The ancient proverb looks at the empty heaven and earth, and the deep voice also echoes in this heaven and earth.

The yellow sand and fog descended overwhelmingly, obscuring the line of sight, while the ancient proverb stood quietly in the yellow dust in the sky, and his eyes penetrated the sand and fog and condensed somewhere in the space.

The eyes under the black hair have a sharpness that has not appeared in a long time.

After the voice of the ancient proverb fell, there was still no strange fluctuation between heaven and earth, but his complexion did not change in the slightest, and his gaze staring at somewhere in the void did not move at all.

As early as a long time ago, in his cultivation, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be another existence in this lonely "purgatory", but that feeling was extremely vague in the past, and now with the rapid development of his soul power, that feeling has finally become real.

The hidden storage zài seems to be quite terrifying.

However, the old proverb also knows that if he wants to leave here, he must defeat the hidden gatekeeper, otherwise he will be left here forever until Bobo decays.

"These tribulations have no effect on me, so let's do it myself. The old proverb raised his head, and in his black eyes, the heat surged.

"Buzz!"

This time, the void space finally moved, only to see the void rippling layer by layer, the sky full of sand and mist, it was at this time towards the void where it converged, half a day later, only to see those yellow sand, actually turned into a huge face.

That face was quite blurry and couldn't be seen thoroughly, but somehow, it was such an unfamiliar face, but it made the pores of Degu Yan's body shrink instantly. Even at this moment, he felt a long-lost buzzing sound coming from his body.

That kind of fluctuation is the Divine Mystery Monument and the Divine Thunder Monument!

These two artifacts have some movement in his body!(To be continued......