Chapter 1148

A desert hurricane that was as hot as a magma, a cold wind blade as cold as a blade, and an ice and snow storm that was enough to completely transform the spirit into an ice sculpture

Since entering this area, Lin Dong finally understood the meaning of this "purgatory". He was here, he did not have the powerful body and energy as powerful as before. The only thing he had was that weak spiritual body. The strength of this spiritual body, any kind of hardship in this "purgatory", can truly erase it in this virtual and real world.

But once this kind of place enters, it has lost its way back, so he is not qualified to do multiple-choice questions. The only thing he can do is to survive, otherwise, what is waiting for him will be a real dead end.

Experience is quite cruel, but fortunately, Lin Dong had some expectations about this. There was no power in the world that came out in vain. If the Fu Zong was really so easy to achieve, the number between heaven and earth would not be so scarce.

If you want to get rid of your cocoon and turn into a butterfly, you will naturally have to experience the endless pain of flesh and blood separation.

Lin Dong understood this clearly from the beginning.

Hail poured down from the sky like heavy rain. The red and yellow earth had already become white and vast. A cold air that could be seen in the naked eye was filled with it, and even the air was at this time showing signs of turning into ice crystals.

Somewhere in this snowy land, a thin figure was shaking as the snowflakes fell. He sat cross-legged on the ground, his skin showing a dark green color, and the blood, muscles, and bones in his body seemed to be eroded by the cold air at this time.

Hissing.

Snowflakes fell from his body, and as they passed by his body, blood marks suddenly appeared, and after the wound, no blood flowed out, and it looked like a withered mummy.

The black hair fell down, and it was a pair of black eyes with no focal length or fluctuations. There was a kind of dusk aura emitting around him, and he was like a dying person.

Snowflakes as sharp as a knife kept passing by him, and blood marks continued to appear, but this figure had never moved.

This mummy-like meditation lasted for a whole day, and the snowflakes and hail falling in the sky gradually weakened until they finally dissipated.

And as the snowflakes dissipated, the cold air that filled the world was also fading away.

As the cold air subsided, a trace of vitality hidden deep in the dark eyes of the figure, and then his body trembled wildly.

He held his palms tightly, and his fingernails pinched into his palms. He saw that the wounds covered with his body gradually turned scarlet at this time, and then the blood immediately penetrated like a spring water.

The whole person instantly turned into a bloody man.

Ahhh!

The roar that was suppressed in his throat was a low hoarseness, like a dying beast, echoing in this earth.

He knelt on the ground with his legs, his head against the ground, and his fists slammed heavily on the ground. His body was eroded by the cold before, and he almost lost his sense of the body. So even though countless snowflakes like blades passed by his body, he had no feeling at all. What was terrible is that this severe pain did not disappear directly, but accumulated and superimposed on his body. When the cold air faded and his body returned to control again, the sudden burst of pain was enough to make a person with a firm mind go crazy by it.

The painful roar lasted for half an hour, and the figure finally gradually slowed down. His body almost collapsed to the ground, his fingers did not even have the power to move.

"Damn Purgatory."

Lin Dong buried half of his face in the sand. The face was extremely haggard. The time here seemed to be somewhat different from the outside world, but Lin Dong had been enjoying the perverted ordeal here for two months.

Every day he spent in endless pain, and every time, he would truly feel the approaching of death. Although he often walked between the knife in the past, that feeling was particularly obvious here, because at least ten times, Lin Dong's tight-knit mind was almost lost in that terrible pain.

Once lost, his spiritual body will completely disappear, and there will be no chance to come again.

"The cold and ice this time is even more powerful than the last time."

Lin Dong felt the gradual recovery of his body, and his originally confused mind also returned to some extent. He could feel that the cold ice this time was much stronger than the last time. Obviously, the various experiences here are getting stronger every time. Once he cannot become stronger with this, he will not be able to bear it in the end, and naturally there will be no good results.

If you want to survive here, you must adapt to the cruel rhythm here.

This strong sense of crisis forced Lin Dong's body to become stronger after experiencing the terrible pain. The only thing that made Lin Dong feel relieved was that he could also feel that his body was becoming stronger at a slow speed.

This body is not his true body, but his spiritual body. In other words, his mental power is gradually becoming stronger and he is moving step by step towards the Fu Zong.

This progress may be slow, but it finally gives people a sense of hope.

call.

Lin Dong let out a breath, he raised his head and looked at the endless land. In his eyes, there was a trace of persistence that could not be erased even after so many years of ups and downs. He believed that one day, he would show a disdainful look at this purgatory.

"Should you wait for me!"

Lin Dong gritted his teeth and said viciously to the sky. Then he struggled to get up and walked towards the distance in a mess. He knew that soon, the next round of hardship would come slowly.

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

He made a great wish, but what he had to face next was still the endless pain, and many hardships that were enough to make people crazy still followed one after another, leaving Lin Dong without any breathing time. Sometimes, he even forgot the feeling of his body being calm.

In purgatory, the concept of time is quite vague, and the passage of time here seems to be completely different from the outside world. Although the power of the eternal fantasy magic flower is strange, it is indeed somewhat powerful.

Because of this power, Lin Dong could still calculate the time in his mind at the beginning, but as the pain spreading every day gradually intensified, he could no longer be distracted from this, and could only shrink all his power to resist the various death threats from purgatory.

Time passes aimlessly, and the hardships of every day still never stop.

Half a year, two years, three years

In the lonely purgatory, various trainings took turns to take place. The thin figure seemed to come from a distance, and under the threat of death, it became stronger little by little.

He endured pain and loneliness, just like a pupa in a cocoon, gradually sedimenting, waiting for the day when he truly accumulates his strength and turns into a butterfly.

It was still a red and yellow desert, and in the desert, dozens of huge tornadoes were raging wildly, with huge sand whips like giants waving, and the sound of tearing the air was harshly echoing between the world.

Slap sex!

As my eyes narrowed, a sand whip fell on the human body and heard it. I saw a dusty figure slowly walking out in the middle of several tornadoes.

Huge sand whips roared towards the figure with amazing power, and then landed heavily on his body, with a low and harsh sound then rang out.

However, what was shocking 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 at all disordered.

The cruel attack that seemed to be a giant seemed particularly powerless now.

The figure finally stood still. He raised the pair of black eyes, and his eyes looked particularly deep, like a mysterious black hole in the starry sky, but there was a hint of confusion.

He just looked at the huge tornadoes like giants. These storms were many times stronger than the one he had just entered this purgatory, but now it could no longer pose any threat to him.

How many years has this been his achievement? Five years or ten years? How many painful training has he experienced during this period that even he almost collapsed?

I can't remember the time clearly. Now he just knows that these temperings that once made him feel extremely terrible seemed to have become ordinary, and he still became stronger.

"Have you become stronger?"

Lin Dong lowered his head, and he looked at the white and slender hands. At the beginning, the pair of palms had no strength at all, but now

Lin Dong seemed to smile, then he slowly raised his palm and gently grabbed the huge tornadoes.

boom!

The storm that was raging between heaven and earth almost stopped in an instant, and the high-speed storm was frozen down, like a big hand holding it out of thin air.

Wow.

The storm finally exploded and turned into yellow fog in the sky, scattering down.

Huangsha flew down from the forest, and he let out a long breath. At this moment, he could finally feel the vast power in his body, which was the spiritual power he had cultivated over the years.

This kind of mental power seems to be much stronger than before,

"It's time to end the training."

Lin Dong slowly closed his eyes, and after a moment, he suddenly opened it, with sharpness and murderous intent rising in his eyes that had been silent for too long.

"So, you should show up."

Lin Dong looked at the empty world, and his low voice echoed between this world. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and give me rewards. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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