Chapter 1192: Carry over

"I didn't expect this kid to be tempered, it turned out to be the wick ghost fireweed!"

"The elixir of immortality that can temper the soul is very rare, and like the wick ghost fire grass, it can directly make the soul reborn and transformed, even less. This boy, it is good luck!"

"The wick ghost fire grass is indeed a treasure, but the risk of tempering it is also extremely great. If there is not enough powerful soul power and willpower, it will be a shortfall, or it will be damaged or even completely destroyed!"

Two or two brothers of the dragon and dragon, soon calmed down from the shock brought by the wick ghost fire grass and different fire.

After a while, the eyes that fell on Lin Feng began to become dignified little by little.

Uh ...

"His!"

The process of tempering the soul is a process of continuous tearing and recovery.

Each restoration and reorganization after the tear can increase the power of the soul.

The time passed by minute by minute, and the fission of Lin Feng's spirits continued.

In this way, 交替 alternates between dehiscence and recovery.

Each time a crack emerges and is restored, the spirit will overflow a little stronger than before.

After the essence of the entire wick ghost fire grass has been absorbed to a large part, the speed of cracks emerging and recovering has also soared to a new height.

Not only that, the area where each crack appeared also began to expand continuously, even to the end, as long as the crack appeared, the whole soul would be covered. If the naked eye can peek into the spirit, it is certainly clear that the cracks on the back of the spirit will appear like the lines on the turtle shell once it emerges.

"what!"

The aggravation of the rift of the sacred soul, the kind of tearing sting that it brings, is far more violent than before.

The impact on Lin Feng ’s pain is like the difference between a magnitude 4 earthquake and a magnitude 8 earthquake, so that with the process of fission and recovery, Rao is strong and determined by Lin Feng ’s willpower. He growled.

It seems that only through such catharsis, can I barely bear myself, the kind of heart-tingling stabbing that comes from the soul in the process of continuous tearing.

Slowly, Lin Feng's appearance became extremely distorted.

"The wicked ghost fire grass's transformation of the spirit and soul, the more difficult it is to bear in the end."

"Looking at his refining situation, the remaining ones that have not been refined are only one in ten."

不过 "However, it is the essence of these last ten or two, and the pain that it takes to absorb and train the soul will be much stronger than before."

"If this boy can successfully support it, everything is fine, if not, not only will the training of the spirit soul be lost. It is even more likely that it will hurt the spirit!"

Su Linfeng's painful and low-pitched roar instantly attracted the attention of the two brothers.

The gaze fell on Lin Feng, and the eyes of the two began to become dignified.

Divine spirit is different from the physical body. If it is traumatized, it may not be completely recovered. Even if it is as strong as the twelve uncles, it may not be sure.

Lin Feng is the brother of them. He passed on the clothes for the twelve dragon uncles. No difference is allowed. Otherwise, with the character of Lao Long, God knows how to punish them.

"Long, look at this boy's painful appearance, I really don't know if he can survive it."

"Let's help this kid?"

He looked at Lin Feng with pain in his face, Long Er suggested.

"How to help? It ’s hard for others to interfere with things like tempering souls."

"In our current state, even if we do our best to join forces, we can only do it barely."

Chen Long had a dull face, and he would not hesitate if he could help.

But the spirits are a special existence. Although they are strong in the peak state of fit, their strength is much higher than Lin Feng. However, this is the case, and there is not much confidence that it will succeed.

If you rashly shot, eventually it is okay, but if you fail, the result will be more than worth it.

"What shall we do? Do we just look at it like this?" Long Er looked dull.

"What if you don't look at it? What if you rashly shot it and backfired?" Long asked.

"This ... this ..." Rongji looked anxiously, wondering what to do.

"To this day, you can only rely on himself. If you can survive in peace, it is best, if not, you can only rely on the twelve uncles." Long sighed helplessly, and then said.

"That's all it can be!" Long Er heard, but nodded helplessly.

"Ah ... hiss!"

Zhe Linfeng, still forbearing the stabbing pain of the torn spirit, was training his whole body.

This pain, although there are several times, almost reached the edge that he will not be able to bear, but with his strong willpower, he finally survived.

However, despite this, Lin Feng could clearly feel that the tearing tingling was approaching the limit that he could bear.

In his current situation, the remaining one or two of the eleven treasures of Xianbao can only be halved at most, and they will reach the endurance limit and cannot continue to be tempered. However, once the wicking of the wick ghost fire grass begins, it cannot be stopped. Either the successful quenching is completed, the soul is reborn, or the quenching fails, and the soul suffers different degrees of damage or even annihilation.

"Spiritual souls cannot sustain the entire tempering at all."

"What to do ... how can this be good?"

Zhe Linfeng looked anxiously, wondering what to do.

He originally thought that with the strength of his own soul and the firmness of his willpower, he could no longer sacrifice taboos, and he would surely be able to end the entire tempering. But now it seems that he still underestimates the power of the wick ghostfire grass.

Uh ...

The time passed minute by minute, and the process of tempering continued.

The remaining two tenths of the essence of Xianbao, the speed of quenching is very fast, but after just half an hour has passed, it has been quenched by almost half.

At this moment, it is finally about to reach the limit that Lin Feng's soul can bear.

As the limit is about to be reached, Lin Feng's mind is beginning to become confused. No matter how he supports his teeth, he cannot resist this confusion. After continuing for a while, it was more sleepy.

"Long, this boy is about to fall asleep, what should I do?"

The attention of the two brothers of the Dragon Dragon and Dragon Dragon, along with the process of tempering, has been completely focused on Lin Feng, and there has been no slight deviation.

I saw Lin Feng, who was drowsy in the past because he couldn't bear the pain of tearing from the soul, and Ryuji, who was the most impatient, had an impatient face.

"If this boy faints, then the tempering of the soul is a failure."

"Once the tempering fails, the heavy damage suffered by the spirit soul is unavoidable, but I don't know, to what extent?"

Xiao Long's complexion became extremely dignified at this time.

此 Before that, the two brothers could still have a hint of fantasy in their hearts, hoping that Lin Feng would be lucky to survive. But now, this kind of illusion is completely disillusioned.

"I hope that I won't suffer too much damage, so if the old uncle punished him, he might still be merciful."

Xun Longer said, already in his heart, praying silently.

"To this day, you can only pray for the kid's blessing!"

Chen Long sighed and stopped talking.

Xi Yilin's situation at this time was not the two of them in a hurry to help.

The only thing I can do is pray for Lin Feng.

After all, with the foundation of the Dragon Clan, and the powerful strength of Twelve Dragon Uncles and their detached status in the Dragon Clan, as long as it is not serious enough to be nearly annihilated, there is hope to recover.

"Parents, Wan Rong, Ruo Yun ..."

Lin Feng, who was almost lethargic, had begun to become weaker.

Slowly, in my mind, some hallucinations began to appear.

With the emergence of hallucinations, in his mind, the parents Zhang Wanrong and Xu Ruoyun appeared.

"No, you can't go on like this!"

"Ah ... drink!"

Almost at the moment when the four parents appeared, the painful and drowsy Lin Feng, who had been torn by the spirits, suddenly became much awake. Not only that, the whole person was inspired by the bright war.

With this kind of warfare, Lin Feng, who was already confused, started to become sober. Then, after a violent drinking, the whole person's consciousness was completely and completely regained consciousness.

"This kid is fighting hard, it's great!"

"With this bright war will be enough for this boy to completely resist the pain of tearing and reorganizing the remaining spirits and complete the true tempering and transformation of the spirits."

"Brothers, we don't need to worry about Uncle Lao Long's punishment anymore!"

The two brothers, the dragon and the dragon, had a dull and dull appearance. After Lin Feng recovered his sober state, he shouted excitedly.

I was able to resume the dazzling warfare before drowsiness, and carried the tingling pain of the spirit tear. Such a strong willpower is a miracle.