Ling Feng's body directly lost control and sank into the sea, sinking continuously.
His consciousness and body began to become a little blurry, and even in the bottom of Ling Feng's heart, a voice kept calling, asking Ling Feng to give up.
As long as you give up, you can avoid the pain of the wind knife invading your body and the burning fire burning your soul.
"No! No! I will never give up!"
Ling Feng clenched his fists tightly. Ling Feng's willpower was so tenacious. Even though he endured two terrible tortures, both internal and external, he gritted his teeth and pushed through.
Bang!
There was an explosion, and Ling Feng's body burst out of the water. Under the endless wind knives, Ling Feng's body was dripping with blood. It seemed that every inch of flesh and blood on his body had been cut off inch by inch by the wind knives.
This kind of pain is no less than the punishment of being cut into pieces with a thousand knives.
At the same time, Ling Feng's soul was in a state of being destroyed by the fire almost at any time.
If I didn't have great perseverance beyond ordinary people, I'm afraid I would have given up completely under such pain.
"Is this the wind and fire catastrophe among the four tribulations of life and death?"
Shentu Xuance's scalp felt numb when he saw it. There was a kind of pain, it hurt just to look at it!
No wonder that in the Wushen Cult, although there are many strong people in the seventh and eighth turns of the Nine Transformations Realm, very few people can reach the ninth level of the Nine Transformations Realm.
Because no matter how talented you are, once you reach the ninth level of the Nine Transformations, you will definitely experience a life and death calamity, which is called a "small life and death calamity".
In other words, this life and death disaster is not a real life and death disaster, and its power is greatly reduced.
And what Ling Feng experienced was a complete calamity of life and death!
Those powerful people who have reached the eighth level of the Nine Transformations Realm may not be able to survive the small calamity of life and death.
And Ling Feng, just to break through the Holy Tribulation, has to go through a life-and-death catastrophe!
"Hmph, how can it be so easy to survive the catastrophe of life and death! You will definitely die!"
The demon lord grinned ferociously. One of his broken arms had grown back. Although it took some energy and blood, it did not affect the fundamentals.
However, he was struck by Ling Feng's thunderbolt before, and his blood was still agitated at this moment.
"Haha, the second wave of wind and fire is coming!"
The demon lord looked up at the black hole in the sky.
Hoo ho ho!
What came down this time was a purple gust of wind. The gust of wind gave people a very moist feeling, as if the liquid gust of wind was blowing down. They all felt some discomfort on their skins when they were far away.
"No, it's the poisonous sky wind!"
Shentu Xuance's eyelids twitched wildly, "Isn't this the most terrifying disaster among the wind disasters?"
"What is the poisonous sky wind?"
Tuoba Yan's heart suddenly clenched, and he bit his lip as he looked at Ling Feng, who was suffering from the disaster of wind and fire.
"The poisonous sky wind, as the name suggests, is a wind that contains highly poisonous winds. If you are blown by this wind, you will be poisoned immediately. These poisons will not immediately invade the inside of the body, but they will make your skin surface rot, and then follow the blood flow.
, travels all over the body, and eventually even the internal organs will be corroded!"
"this……"
Tuoba Yan, as well as everyone on Poseidon Island, were all shocked. Not to mention experiencing it personally, even hearing Shentu Xuance's introduction made them extremely afraid of this poisonous wind.
Sure enough, as the poisonous sky wind enveloped him, the surface of Ling Feng's skin turned purple and black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then began to rot. The smelly poisonous water flowed out from the rotten area, which was extremely disgusting.
Frowning slightly, Ling Feng sat cross-legged in the air, holding his knees tightly with his palms.
Then, the wounds that had been scratched by the wind knife were all covered with poisonous blood. The poison followed his wounds and blended into his body little by little, traveling through his limbs and bones.
"ah!--"
Even Ling Feng couldn't help but roar, his whole body trembling violently.
But despite this, Ling Feng's eyes were always full of determination. Even though his whole body was festering, he still maintained his posture of sitting cross-legged, accepting the baptism of the poisonous wind.
"How is it possible that I could hold back!"
The demon lord stared at Ling Feng in disbelief, "Is this poisonous sky wind not as scary as the legend says?"
Taking a deep breath, the demon lord reached out and fished out a few wisps of poisonous sky wind.
"ah!"
A miserable and sharp sound sounded, and the demon lord's entire right arm rotted and suppurated. Not to mention, the corrosive pain caused his pain nerves to spasm. This kind of pain was simply unbearable.
This kind of pain only exists in the legendary purgatory.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
The demon lord cursed loudly and violently pulled his right arm off. But at this moment, his whole body was already soaked with cold sweat.
It is unimaginable that Ling Feng, who endured countless poisonous winds intruding into his body, just screamed and showed no signs of it.
This guy, is he still a human being?
The demon lord's scalp was numb, and he began to use his demonic power again. Although his arms recovered, his face was extremely pale.
He stared at Ling Feng, with a hint of fear deep in his eyes. When he looked at Ling Feng again, he was even more frightened and apprehensive. He couldn't imagine how Ling Feng could endure such pain. You know, the other party
My whole body was blown by the poisonous wind, and every part of my body was rotting!
As soon as the poisonous wind passed by, a stream of fire suddenly poured down from the sky. This stream of fire was extremely concentrated, like lava, and splashed on Ling Feng's body.
"It's the Pure Fire Burning God!"
The pure fire that burns the gods is also one of the most severe disasters among the fire disasters.
Tsk!
Possessed by the magma, Ling Feng's hair, face, and skin on the surface of the body were burned to ashes. The fire flow did not burn directly into it, but rubbed and burned with Ling Feng's internal muscles, causing close contact and a burning sensation.
Intense to the extreme.
The most terrifying thing was not the physical pain. At this moment, Ling Feng felt as if his soul was being thrown directly into a frying pan for frying.
For a time, Ling Feng could no longer feel his own existence. From the inside out, from his soul to his body, there was only severe pain.
Endless severe pain!
All the muscles in Ling Feng's body twitched and his limbs spasmed.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Ling Feng gasped for air, his heart pounding.
He knew that these pains were given to him by the will of heaven and earth. These pains could not directly cause his death. To a certain extent, they even made him more conscious, and these pains were infinitely magnified.
Real death will only come when you choose to give up.
Ling Feng clenched his fists tightly, recalling everything he had experienced before in his mind.
It took a lot of effort for me to get to this point, and it took a lot of effort to finally break through to the Saint level.
You will never give up!
no way!
But, it really hurts!
Ling Feng's whole body was trembling, as if his soul had left his body.