While cursing, Li Qingyun skillfully took out the corresponding elixir from the storage bag and drank it.
At this time, his face was as scary as a blank sheet of paper, but as the elixir was refined and the power quickly flowed into his internal organs, his face soon gained a trace of blood.
Immediately afterwards, a new round of baptism came quietly.
Although the pain doubled more than ten times the second time, it only doubled each time for the next dozen times.
The moment the baptism started, Li Qingyun had a look that seemed angry but not angry.
What makes me angry is that this baptism seems to be endless and I have no intention of withdrawing it.
What's not angry is that with every baptism, Li Qingyun can feel that his swordsmanship, mental power, and physical strength have improved!
In fact, the bottleneck of the power of divine consciousness has been loosened, and it seems that it is about to break through to the middle stage of the spiritual consciousness realm.
With the burning sensation on his body and soul, Li Qingyun's face became even redder.
After a while, the redness on his face turned into a pale color, but his expression was only slightly ferocious.
The baptism of the illusory wick has reached the fourteenth round at this time, and Li Qingyun also replenished the elixir fourteen times to ensure that he could successfully stabilize his mind.
"As expected of...a cheap master, there is such a huge gap between him and his biological father..." Li Qingyun said intermittently.
As time goes by, the fourteenth round of baptism has been completed.
After so many rounds of baptism, the power in the illusory wick has been almost exhausted.
But the mask has not been removed, but has become more solid.
Li Qingyun was no longer surprised by this at this time, and just complained casually: "If you have anything, just come, the long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain, just give it all to me at once!"
However, the illusory wick was not as excited as the previous illusory sword, and it just followed the rules and always shrouded Li Qingyun in it.
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At the same time, in the Chaos Heavenly Prison.
Master Huacai waved Lingluo casually again, but it still didn't have much spiritual power attached to it.
And that Lingluo was able to fly about two hundred feet at this time!
The Gray Sword Saint was slightly excited and said: "Although this formation is difficult to break, the gradual return of spiritual power is really a good thing!"
Master Huacai responded: "But if this heavenly prison cannot be broken, what can we do even if we recover all our spiritual power?"
After hearing this, the Gray Sword Saint paused and immediately comforted him: "It's much better than the situation before where we couldn't see our fingers. At least we can still use our spiritual power, and at least we can still call ourselves monks."
Upon hearing this, Master Huacai couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Yes, before, we could only call ourselves puppets guarding the mountain. Now that our spiritual power has returned, at least it can show that we were monks."
Sometimes, a glimmer of hope is far more painful than no hope at all.
When there is no hope, people think that they can just live with it.
And when that faint glimmer of hope is ignited, the expectations in my heart will be infinitely magnified.
However, everyone in the Chaos Heavenly Prison knows that such hopes and expectations will most likely fail in the end.
There is no other reason, except that the trial left by the last strong man is definitely much more difficult than the first two!
A monk dressed in black and dressed as a farmer said: "Now that someone has passed the first two trials, we can have some hope of surviving in this boring prison. This should be a good thing, everyone.
Why are you so depressed?"
Next to him, another monk wearing a white robe but dirty all over his body replied: "Hope that can never be grasped is more terrifying than despair. If the monk who participated in the trial died on the spot, we would have no hope of leaving the heavenly prison.
, doesn’t the loneliness of tens of millions of years seem very ridiculous compared with the vague hope before our eyes?”
The farmer in black retorted: "Millions of years of loneliness are just for this moment!?"
The white-robed monk asked: "What are you doing now? So that we can recover some spiritual power and fight among ourselves for a while?"
When the farmer in black heard this, he immediately grabbed him by the collar, his face full of anger.
"If you don't want to live for this glimmer of hope, you might as well die for your illusory despair!"
As soon as the farmer in black said these words, many monks on the scene acted a little stiffly.
In fact, many people present had similar thoughts to that of the white-robed monk.
They were basically certain that no one could complete the trial left by that adult.
However, if someone really challenges that trial and everyone still feels that there is no hope, then hundreds, thousands, thousands, or even tens of millions of years will pass.
By various coincidences, another monk came to participate in the trial left by the master. Could it be that they had to wait helplessly for failure!?
Could it be that all of them, this group of strong men in this world?
Would you rather believe that no one can pass the trial or stay in this prison for the rest of your life?
If this is the case, instead of exhausting their energy in this prison and facing the end of madness, it would be better for them to die!
The white-robed monk gently pushed away the black-clothed farmer's hand that was holding his collar, and then he cupped his hands and said, "I'm just pessimistic, thank you!"
Immediately afterwards, countless monks around him also bowed their hands to the farmer in black: "I am ashamed to live in this world with you!"
The farmer in black was a little panicked when he saw this, and immediately released his spiritual power to drag them up: "You can't do it! It's really embarrassing for you to salute me like this. Why don't we discuss it together, if the monks who participated in the trial are really
If we succeed, how can we escape?"
As soon as these words came out, the monks around him immediately became excited.
Some people say that if you attack a point in the Chaos Heavenly Prison from the inside, when the energy of chaos completely dissipates, you can at least create a gap.
Some people also say that they should gather the strengths of hundreds of experts to find out the secret of this Chaos Heavenly Prison and crack it on their own, so that there will never be such a prison in the future!
Seeing that the surrounding monks were discussing eagerly, Huacai Zhenren, together with the Gray Sword Saint, the black figure on the first and second mountains, and several puppets guarding the mountain afterwards.
They got together and discussed the matter together.
"What do you think, that monk can really unlock this great formation?" the black figure asked.
The Gray Sword Saint thought for a while and said: "As the farmer in black said, it is no longer important whether we can solve it or not. What is important is that we, a group of people, must have a common goal and stay alive.
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"Hmm..." Master Huacai muttered: "Hui Jian is right. Judging from the current situation in the Chaos Heavenly Prison, the key is to coordinate everyone's power together and let everyone survive."
On the fifth mountain, the guy who had the mutation before said: "Coordinate everyone's strength, and then what?"
Master Huacai thought for a while and replied: "Working together, no matter whether those outside who participate in the trial can succeed, we at least have some decent strength."
Most of the people present are some powerful saints, and of course there are some powerful saints among them.
But they act in a low-key manner, so no one can be very sure who is a holy king.
Master Huacai said: "If the monk outside can really break this formation, this may be the closest I have been to freedom in thousands of years."
"In this case, we must have some countermeasures!"
After saying that, Master Huacai cleared his throat.
"Ahem...please listen to the next words."
The monks present discussed for a long time, but did not come up with any practical and effective plan. When someone wanted to speak, they quickly stopped making noise and listened carefully.
"I think all of us who are locked up in the Chaos Heavenly Prison should want to leave this Heavenly Prison, right?"