The silver light flashed, and Lin Feng felt that his body seemed to be rotating involuntarily at this moment, and the drunkard was still lying on the ground, snoring like thunder, as if this teleportation was nothing to him. Or he drank too much wine and couldn't hold on anymore, so he fell asleep.
No matter how the drunkard acted, Lin Feng has always been cautious. This is the first time he went to the underworld. There are too many dangers ahead. Therefore, although he felt a little dizzy, he still tried his best to keep himself awake.
In the high-speed rotating space, Lin Feng felt unprecedented tranquility, a feeling of abandoning worries and abandoning everything in the world was leisurely born. Perhaps this is just as someone said that life does not bring you death, and this feeling is almost the same as There is no difference between death.
Lin Feng thought so, but his eyes were still looking at the surrounding space. The scene of Fengdu City was becoming more and more blurred in the high-speed rotation space. In the end, he could not see anything. He seemed to be in the center of a storm. Although the position is rotating around, I gradually retreat from the rotation.
But the good times were not long. At some point, the space that was telling the rotation suddenly solidified, and the wind power I had originally used disappeared at this moment. The whole person seemed to have entered a virtual space, even the one I had been by my side. The drunkard didn't know where he went at this moment.[
A feeling of weightlessness made Lin Feng feel like he was floating. Suddenly, a bitter gust suddenly blew over and made a huge hole in Lin Feng's body.
"Ah!" Lin Feng was shocked. The gust was too strong. Even with Lin Feng's strong body, a lot of blood was flowing out. Lin Feng tightly covered the mouth that had just been cut, and his body was shaped. Continue to float in this space, but after a moment, another gust of wind came, and this time it happened to hit his back.
Similarly, a hole appeared on his back.
"The gale here is so fierce, and it's elusive, it's hard to defend!" Lin Feng couldn't help but murmur.
Just as he was muttering, two more gusts of winds hit from the left and right respectively. At this time, Lin Feng wanted to dodge, but he was in such a suspended void and had no place to leverage his power. Although there are magical objects such as cloud boots on his feet, the magic will naturally move quickly with the power.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Three rays of storm blew on Lin Feng's back. Lin Feng was like a balloon floating in the air. He could change his direction with any force, and he staggeredly let the storm attack.
As time went by, Lin Feng felt that more and more wounds were on his body, and the gale of wind also went from one, two, three, and the last one was more than a dozen, and the interval between them became more and more. The shorter it is, there is not even a gap at the end.
Lin Feng was suffering unprecedented pain at this moment, like the punishment of being cut into pieces by Ling Chi, with blood coming from the knife, but not fatal.
However, Lin Feng's body was still strong. Although the pain was uncomfortable, he still gritted his teeth and persevered. However, the subsequent pain would be unforgettable to Lin Feng for life, which was the trembling spirit storm.
This is a new world, the wind is no longer blowing, Lin Feng feels that his body is constantly falling, and that moment of interruption makes Lin Feng feel unprecedentedly comfortable, but the good times don't last long, a gloomy breath hits his face. , just like the legendary yin wind, with a strong ghost energy.
There was no feeling in the body, but there was an urge to shivering. Then the gust of cold wind became stronger and stronger. Suddenly, there was a very uncomfortable feeling in my mind, as if someone was using a steel needle to prick the head, and that The steel needle pierced directly into my mind.
"ah!"
Lin Feng couldn't help but roar. The pain was definitely not the pain of being baptized by the wind on his body, it was a pain that penetrated deep into the soul. Lin Feng couldn't help but start to cover his head tightly with his hands, wanting to rely on this. With both hands, I resisted the steel needle and stabbed my brain, but all this was in vain, because there was no real steel needle.
It was a punishment from the depths of the soul, and the unprecedented pain in that would be unforgettable for Lin Feng.
"Damn it, is this the trembling spirit storm? This is too perverted." Lin Feng couldn't help but curse, but as soon as he finished cursing, the heart-wrenching pain came again.
Lin Feng's fists kept hitting his head, as if this could be a little relieved by himself. However, when it comes to how he hits his head, the heart-wrenching pain, the pain that penetrates deep into his mind, and the trembling from the soul make it happen. He finally curled up together and let out a shrill scream.
It’s not that Lin Feng is cowardly, but that the trembling spirit storm is too powerful. Although Lin Feng’s Yuanli level has reached the Transformation Mirror and has been purified several times, his mental power has never been that decent. The tempering of this trembling spirit storm is enough to let Lin Feng know that in this world, in addition to physical attacks, there is also an attack method, that is, mental attacks, that is, soul attacks.
Obviously, this trembling spirit storm is the most typical soul attack.[
In the void, waves of wailing continued. I don’t know how long it took, Lin Feng was so tired that he didn’t even shout. He lay quietly in the void. The whole world was himself. If someone was at this time Looking at him, I must have thought that the young man was dead.
Indeed, the pain was enough to torture people to death. In the confusion, Lin Feng even pulled out the dagger several times in the end, and had the urge to commit suicide. However, just as the dagger was about to touch his chest, a trace of clarity was lit. When he woke him up, a voice in his inner world kept reminding him: Lin Feng, can’t you bear this pain? Hold on and it will pass soon.
Remind again and again, impulsively again and again, and give up again and again.
I don’t know how long it took, Lin Feng was still lying quietly there, but there was an extra person beside him, an old man pouring wine into his mouth, and he was the drunkard.
The drunkard's eyes were blurred. He looked at the young man in front of him and couldn't help but nod.
"Ah!" Lin Feng moaned, then slowly opened his eyes and saw the drunkard leaning against him and drinking a little wine leisurely.
"Senior, I..." Lin Feng shook his head, which was about to be cracked, and whispered.
The drunkard smiled and handed the wine gourd to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng took it and took a few sips. A hot stream of charcoal flowed from his throat to various parts of his body. The previous pain was much lighter.