At this time, Yu Qianqiu also had a headache. Why did he immediately agree to let Li Yuanba and Mu Yanzhen go to the Lingtian Ancient Tomb?

The identities of these two guys are extremely sensitive!

The Taihao Holy Land disciples guarding outside Lingtian's Tomb were extremely helpless when they learned about the Holy Land's decision.

Naturally, they also knew that before the final result came out, they must not disturb the two quasi-holy sons. Otherwise, the situation that had just stabilized might be shaken up again.

At this time, they could only look at the entrance of Lingtian Tomb with a look of hope, as if hoping that a miracle would happen and that Li Yuanba and Mu Yanzhen could come out safe and sound.

After all, if something happens to either of these two people, it will cause a shock in Taihao Holy Land.

…

In the endless vast sky and earth, the sky is dark, and the raindrops are like swords, mixed with the cold enough to freeze the mental energy into ice sculptures.

When entering the illusion of the Nine Lives Flower of Disillusionment, Qin Yichen knew that there was no way back for him. The only thing he could do now was to persevere. Otherwise, he would completely sink into this world and become a human being.

A lonely soul without a master.

The illusion experience of the Nine Lives Disillusionment Flower is extremely cruel, but fortunately Qin Yichen also expected it. There is no such thing as a pie in the sky, and if you want to turn a cocoon into a butterfly, you need to go through endless experiences.

The heavy rain, like a sword of water, pours down from the sky. The dark red earth has turned into a white mist, and a cold air visible to the naked eye rises between the sky and the earth.

And in a corner of this foggy land, a thin figure was lying in a pool of shallow water. His body was covered with various needle-sized wounds, and bright red blood was constantly flowing from it.

It flows out of the body, and as soon as it drops down, it is frozen into bright ice crystals.

Raindrops continued to bombard this broken body, but this figure never moved.

I don't know how long it took, but the gray clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the cold fog that filled the sky and the earth also gradually receded.

When silence returned to the world, a look flashed out from the depths of the figure's eyes, and then his body began to tremble violently.

"ah……"

A hoarse low roar, like a beast on the verge of death, echoed throughout the world.

As soon as the chill that can freeze the spirit subsides, the sudden burst of pain is enough to drive a person with a rock-hard mind to the point of going crazy.

This painful low roar lasted for nearly half an hour. The trembling of the figure slowly stopped. At this time, his body collapsed to the ground weakly, and he could not even blink.

All gone.

"This perverted Nine Lives Disillusionment Flower..."

Qin Yichen was lying on the ground, looking up at the dim sky, his face extremely haggard.

The time here seems to be different from the outside world. Logically speaking, Yu Qianqiu will wake him up after March, but he has been here for nearly half a year and still doesn't feel it!

In this spiritual world, he spent every day in endless pain. With every experience, he deeply felt the taste of death.

Even with his firm mind, he almost got lost in the pain that penetrated his soul several times.

Moreover, Qin Yichen discovered that the various hardships here seemed to be more severe each time.

It was this sense of crisis that forced Qin Yichen's body to become stronger every time he experienced terrible pain. If he hadn't become stronger with this continuous tempering, I'm afraid he would have been unable to bear it.

It ended in failure.

This body is not his physical body, but his spiritual body. In other words, his spiritual body is gradually becoming stronger!

This kind of progress is extremely slow, but it clearly exists!

"call……"

After a while, Qin Yichen raised his head and looked at the endless world. The faith in his eyes had not faded because of this kind of hardship. He firmly believed that one day, he would be able to face this kind of hardship without fear.

!

In the fantasy world of spiritual power, the concept of time is quite vague, and the passage of time here seems to be hugely different from the outside world.

Before, Qin Yichen could calculate the time in his mind at first, but as the pain his body suffered every day intensified, he could no longer concentrate on it, and could only resist the pain and pain from his soul with all his strength.

Death threats.

Time is passing slowly, like a hell-like grind, but it has never stopped, day after day, week after week.

One year...

Two years...

Three years!

In the hell-like mental phantom world, that thin body is becoming stronger bit by bit under the threat of death again and again.

He endured pain that ordinary people could not imagine, just like a silkworm in a cocoon, waiting for the day when it will break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly!

The sky is still gloomy, shrouded in black clouds, and lightnings like thunder dragons are raging in the black clouds. From time to time, thunders that are several feet wide and big, like angry dragons, tear open the air and roar.

Down.

On the dark red earth, a figure was walking slowly, and the thunder bombarded the figure at an extremely fast speed.

However, this figure was not battered by the blast as before. In fact, his body did not tremble at all, and the steps under his feet were still steady and unaffected at all.

"Boom! Boom!"

Thunderbolts are like silver water pillars, constantly bombarding down. Compared with when they first entered here, these attacks are several times more powerful.

However, these attacks now could not pose any threat to Qin Yichen. The seemingly amazing thunder seemed extremely pale and weak at this moment.

How many years of hard work has he experienced here? Is it three years, or five years? Or ten years?

Qin Yichen's blurred concept of time has made him unable to remember clearly. During this time, he almost collapsed countless times.

All he knows now is that these seemingly terrifying hardships can no longer do much harm to him. He is already strong enough to compete!

The thunderclouds dispersed, and the strong wind connecting heaven and earth swept in.

Qin Yichen lowered his head and looked at his white palm. From the beginning, this palm had no power, but now it was...

"All of this... it's time to end!"
Chapter completed!