At this moment, since the other party has not directly acted to end the lives of Chu Feng and Zi Ling, but has repeatedly asked Chu Feng some questions, it means that the other party may not want to kill Chu Feng and Zi Ling, at least temporarily.
If he really didn't want to kill Chu Feng and Zi Ling, Chu Feng and Zi Ling still had a chance to survive, then this was the best time for Chu Feng to capture Zi Ling's heart.
In the past, no matter what Chu Feng said, he liked Zi Ling, but Zi Ling would not believe it. Instead, he would feel disgusted and think that Chu Feng was rhetoric.
But at this critical moment of life and death, Zi Ling's heart was extremely fragile. At this time, Chu Feng stood out for her and expressed his intentions, which was the easiest thing to impress her.
Anyway, life and death are unpredictable, Chu Feng decided to fight at this time, fighting for this golden-cloak world spiritist, and giving them a chance, a chance to survive.
"Senior, I beg you to let her go and don't torture her. If you have anything, please come to me, and I will bear the guilt on her behalf." Chu Feng patted his chest and said. stance.
"Haha, it's interesting, you girl, you are quite attractive, how could such an excellent young man treat you like this." The golden-robed world spiritist glanced at Zi Ling, and then said to Chu Feng:
"Her sins cannot be borne by you."
"However, since you insist on saving her, I will give you a chance."
"Swish"
While speaking, he waved his sleeve robe, stretched out his palm and pointed lightly at Chu Feng, only to see a biting chill lingering in the hall where Chu Feng was. The hall turned into an ice cellar, and all around Chu Feng turned into ice.
Even though Chu Feng resisted with profound strength, he was also invaded by the cold air. At this moment, layers of frost were condensed on the skin, and the frost was still increasing sharply.
"Shhhhh" followed closely, the golden-robed world spiritist waved his fingers towards the void again, and soon, in front of Chu Feng, a picture scroll with a height of two meters and a length of ten meters appeared. .
"Remember the contents of this picture scroll," the golden-robed world spiritist said.
In fact, before the golden-robed world spiritist opened his mouth, Chu Feng had already cast his gaze on the picture scroll, carefully remembering the contents of the picture scroll.
"Huh" However, when the golden-robed World Spiritist finished speaking, his sleeves suddenly waved. At the same time, the picture scroll was also torn apart and scattered among the vast halls.
"Within half an hour, restore this scroll to its original state, and she will be saved."
"Within half an hour, if the picture scroll cannot be restored, then she will be chained by this barrier and shattered into pieces, and your sweetheart will not even have a corpse left," said the golden-robed world spiritist.
"Whoosh!" Hearing those words, Chu Feng did not hesitate, he straightened his body, waved his big hand, and his profound energy overflowed. He wanted to gather the fragments of the picture scrolls floating in the vast hall.
However, to his helplessness, his strength was unable to mobilize those picture scroll fragments. What surprised him most was that at this moment he was unable to display any martial arts in this great hall, and his feet were extremely heavy, every time he stepped out One step is extremely laborious.
At the same time, the biting cold air was constantly eroding Chu Feng's body. Chu Feng felt that his body became more and more numb and stiff. Gradually, he was about to lose control over his body.
"Damn, you actually blocked my power. If you did this, how could I restore this picture scroll in half an hour?" Chu Feng was a little angry. Unfinishable puzzles.
"This is your business." The golden-robed world spiritist smiled, as if he was watching a good show, and then added: "By the way, although you can't restore this picture within half an hour, you won't. die."
"But this cold air is so strong that with your cultivation, you can't last for half an hour. That is to say, you will die without half an hour."
"Of course, the exit is there. If you don't want to die, you can leave at any time, but if you leave, she will die."
"As for whether you want to save her with all your might, or you are buried here together, it's up to you to decide, hahaha..."
Suddenly, the golden-robed world spiritist burst into laughter, and in the midst of his laughter, his body began to dissipate, and finally merged into the hall above.
"Ah~~~" And just after the golden-robed world spiritist disappeared, Zi Ling screamed again in pain.
Looking up and watching, Chu Feng was stunned to find that the golden enchantment chain wrapped around Zi Ling had contracted again. Although the contraction force was very slow, it would still cause enormous pain to Zi Ling. If things went on like this, Zi Ling's body would really will be strangled by this enchantment rope.
"Damn, I don't believe it, I can't restore this picture scroll within half an hour." Seeing this, Chu Feng no longer hesitated, two thunders surged in his blood, and his breath instantly climbed to the fifth level of Xuanwu.
With the increase in strength, Chu Feng's footsteps have become less heavy than before, and he can even run.
So, Chu Feng began to collect picture scroll fragments in this hall, which was full of cold air, like an ice cellar.
However, as the time he stayed in the ice cellar became longer, the strength of the cold air eroding him became stronger and stronger. Chu Feng was covered in frost all over his body, his walking became slower and slower, and his skin was losing its vitality.
Looking at Chu Feng, who was so diligently fighting for a chance to live for herself, Zi Ling was clenching her teeth, trying her best to endure the severe pain from her body and no longer screaming in pain.
I have to say that Chu Feng's memory is very good, and every fragment of the picture scroll he picked up can be placed in the correct position. However, as time passed, Chu Feng's body gradually became unsupportable. At the end, he even kept falling, and his whole body began to tremble.
"Chu Feng, leave me alone, let's go, or we will all die." At this moment, Zi Ling couldn't bear it anymore, and even persuaded Chu Feng to leave.
"Shut up girl, how could I ignore you?" Chu Feng forced a smile, ignoring what Zi Ling said, and continued to pick up the fragments of the scroll.
However, at this moment, Chu Feng was really powerless. The cold energy had penetrated deep into his bones, his body had become as stiff as iron, and he had gradually lost control over his body. Finally, Chu Feng fell to the ground powerlessly.
"Chu Feng, you..."
Looking at Chu Feng who was already lying on the ground weakly, but was still struggling to stand up, Zi Ling seemed to have forgotten the pain from her body, because her heart was shaking, her soul was shaking, because She could never have imagined that Chu Feng would really risk his life to save himself.
Facing a person who is not related to her, trying so desperately to save herself, Zi Ling couldn't help but be moved. (To be continued)