Chu Lin had read the information before, and he was very clear in his heart that in this hellish tormented illusion, once he fell into deep sleep, his spiritual body would collapse and there would never be a chance to resurrect.
Chu Lin was lying on the ground, and he clearly felt that the intense pain was wiping away, and when the intense pain dissipated, the originally extremely weak body seemed to become a little firmer.
This made Chu Lin feel a little surprised. If this were the case, the next Xumi illusion would be better.
"Ok?"
When the joy flashed in Chu Lin's heart, he suddenly felt that the temperature between the sky and the earth had dropped a lot. Then he looked up and saw that the cold wind in the sky turned into sharp blades in the sky.
"This really wants my life"
Chu Lin looked into the sky, his body still aching, somewhat cold.
"Count you cruel!" Chu Lin just spit out, and the air was like a gust of blade storm, covering Chu Lin directly.
The miserable cry was immediately overwhelmed by the wind.
The fire is like a sandstorm of magma, the frost is like a hurricane of blades, and the blizzard is enough to freeze the entire world into ice.
Since stepping into this world, Chu Lin has fallen into hell. Chu Lin here does not have a strong body and genetic energy. What he has is just a thin spiritual body. If he is not paying attention, he will truly fall. In this desolate world.
But since this place has come in, there is no chance to look back. The only thing he can do for Chu Lin's qualifications is to persist.
This polishing is more difficult than anything else. Fortunately, Chu Lin has long been psychologically prepared. The spiritual mood and the mental mood are not the same. If the spiritual mood is so easy to reach, then this interstellar spiritual mood master is also It won't be so scarce.
To break through this barrier, you must experience enough pain.
The huge hail in the blizzard hits the face like rain. The originally dark yellow sandy land has long been wrapped in silver, and the cold air is evaporating, and even the air is full of sharp ice crystal fragments.
Somewhere in this frosty world, a weak figure was shaking constantly under the ice crystals and snowflakes. He was sitting on the ice, his skin was sickly blue, and the flesh and bone marrow seemed to be frozen into a block of ice.
Puff—
When Feng Rui ice flakes fell from the air and traversed his body surface, there were clear bloodstains immediately appearing in the wound, but there was no blood color, like a dry corpse dug out from a coffin.
The long hair hangs slightly, covering a pair of dull eyes, and there is a stale twilight around him, it seems that half of his foot has stepped into the coffin.
Fengrui ice flakes kept passing by, and the wounds became more and more secretive, but the figure did not change in the slightest.
Just sitting quietly, knowing that after one day, the non-stop ice flakes in the air finally gradually reduced until it stopped.
As the blizzard ceased, the cold breath surging through the world gradually faded.
When the cold dissipated, vitality gradually emerged in the lackluster eyes, and then the body began to twist in pain.
With his fists tightly squeezed in his hands, his nails sinking into the palm of his flesh, the body of the delicate wound suddenly became blood red, and blood spurted out frantically.
"what!"
During the blizzard, he was eroded by the cold, and under numbness, he could not feel any pain. Therefore, even if the ice flakes kept falling like a blade, he did not respond. But now, the pain burst out, and this sudden pain can be A person with a firm heart collapsed instantly.
He roared heavily and continued to power for nearly an hour before the figure gradually stopped twisting, his body collapsed completely feeble, and he almost lost the strength to flick his fingers.
"What's this... It's really life-destructive."
Chu Lin's entire face was buried in the sand, a face full of powerlessness, Chu Lin had enjoyed such continuous pain for more than a month.
Every day has a different taste. He almost touched death several times. Although he often wandered on the edge of death during Chu Lin's adventure career, it was the first time that he suffered this kind of pain without the ability to resist. .
You must not lose your consciousness. The spiritual struggle here is more cruel than the fight between life and death. Once you make a mistake, it will be forever.
"This time the blizzard seems to be more troublesome..."
Chu Lin felt the stamina gradually filling up in his body. The originally chaotic spirit was slightly awake. He could faintly feel that the blizzard in the air was even more terrifying. Obviously, every hardship he was going to experience was constantly getting stronger. If you can't make progress along with it, then Chu Lin will face collapse.
It is extremely difficult to survive in this desperate situation!
That kind of fear of imminent disaster forced Chu Lin to continue to grow stronger in pain. The only thing that Chu Lin felt happy now was that this body was really slowly becoming stronger.
The body here is not his real body, but his spiritual body. In the process of tempering and becoming stronger, the spiritual energy is also constantly growing, relying on the spiritual mood to gradually approach.
Although such progress is very slow, it is always a glimmer of hope.
call-
Chu Lin let out a foul breath, looked at the boundless world ahead, his eyes always flashed with indelible persistence. He firmly believed that he would be able to get out of this Xumi illusion.
In Xumi's fantasy realm, time is a very vague feeling, and the time passing here is completely different from the outside. The power of the black sky and the dark flower is really weird.
At the beginning, Chu Lin could still estimate the time, but in the pain, Chu Lin couldn't care about it at all. He was completely awake in the fight against the pain, both physically and mentally.
Time, such an unbounded flow, every day's tribulations arrive on time and leave on time.
Six months, one year, five years...
In the lonely Xumi illusion, all kinds of sufferings are constantly being staged, and the thin figure also holds firm beliefs, and slowly grows in the crisis of death.
He sticks to his faith, like a weather-beaten butterfly chrysalis, waiting for the day when he can break the cage and turn the cocoon into a butterfly.
It was still a dark yellow sandy world. In that dust, dozens of huge sandstorms swept across from different directions, tearing the sky apart, and showing off.
Bang bang bang—
Sand dust whipped up the figure with a long whip, and several sandstorms gathered together, and a lone figure slowly crawled out of it.
What is amazing is that under the violent bombardment of this sandstorm, the figure has remained motionless.
No matter how the roaring sandstorm tore, it couldn't interrupt this person's will.
The man stood up slowly, his pair of eyes were extremely deep, like the dark and boundless world in the star field, but his expression was a little dazed.