Super God Evolution

Chu Lin had read the information before, and he knew very well that in this hellish torture of illusion, once he fell into deep sleep, his spiritual body would collapse and there would never be a chance of resurrection.

Chu Lin was lying on the ground. He clearly felt the severe pain dissipating like threads. Moreover, when the severe pain dissipated, his originally extremely weak body seemed to become a little stronger.

This actually made Chu Lin feel a little surprised. If this was the case, the next Xumi Illusion would be better.

"Um?"

When Chu Lin's heart flashed with joy, he suddenly felt that the temperature between heaven and earth had suddenly dropped a lot. Then he looked up and saw that the cold wind in the air turned into sharp knives all over the sky.

"You really want my life"

Chu Lin looked at the sky, his body still aching a little cold.

"You're cruel!" Chu Lin just spit out, and the strong wind like a blade storm in the air directly covered Chu Lin.

The miserable screams were immediately drowned out by the strong wind.

Sandstorms that are as hot as magma, hurricanes that are as frosty as blades, and blizzards that are enough to freeze the entire world into ice.

Ever since he stepped into this world, Chu Lin seemed to have fallen into hell. The Chu Lin here did not have a strong body or genetic energy. All he had was a thin spiritual body. If he was not careful, he would truly fall. In this desolate world.

But now that he has entered this place, there is no chance of turning back. With Chu Lin's qualifications, the only thing he can do is to persist.

This kind of polishing is more difficult than anything else. Fortunately, Chu Lin has already been mentally prepared. The spiritual realm and the mental realm are not the same. If the spiritual realm is so easy to achieve, then the masters of the spiritual realm in this interstellar can also It won't be that rare anymore.

If you want to break through this barrier, you must experience enough pain.

The huge hailstones in the snowstorm hit his face like rain. The originally dark yellow sandy land had long since turned into a blanket of silver. The cold air was rising, and even the air was filled with sharp ice crystal fragments.

Somewhere in this frosty world, a frail figure was shaking under the ice crystal snowflakes. He was sitting on the ice, his skin was a sickly blue color, and his flesh and bone marrow seemed to have been frozen into a piece of ice.

Puff——

When the sharp ice shards fell from the air and scratched his body surface, clear blood marks immediately appeared. Inside the wounds, there was no blood, just like a mummy dug out of a coffin.

The long hair hung down slightly, covering a pair of lifeless eyes. There was a stale air of twilight around him, as if he had half a foot in the coffin.

Sharp ice shards kept passing by, and the wounds became more and more secret, but the figure did not change at all.

Just sitting quietly like this, until one day later, the non-stop ice flakes in the sky finally gradually decreased until they stopped.

As the blizzard stopped, the cold breath that surged across the world gradually faded away.

When the cold dissipated, life gradually emerged in those lifeless eyes, and then the body began to twist in pain.

He clenched his fists tightly in his hands, and his nails dug into his fleshy palms. The body with the fine wounds suddenly turned blood red, and blood spurted out crazily.

"Ah!"

During the snowstorm, his whole body was eroded by the cold. He was numb and unable to feel any pain. Therefore, even if the ice flakes kept falling like blades, he did not react. But now, those pains burst out all at once. This sudden pain can A person with a firm mind will collapse in an instant.

With a deep roar and sustained power for nearly an hour, the figure gradually stopped twisting, and his body collapsed completely weak, with almost no strength to move his fingers.

"This is really killing people."

Chu Lin's whole face was buried in the dust, and his face was full of weakness. Chu Lin had been enjoying the continuous pain for more than a month.

Every day had a different taste, and he almost touched death several times. Although Chu Lin often wandered on the edge of death in his adventure career, this was the first time he had to bear this kind of pain without the ability to resist. .

You must not lose consciousness. The spiritual battle here is more cruel than a life-and-death fight. Once you make one mistake, you will be doomed.

"This snowstorm seems to be more troublesome."

Chu Lin felt the physical strength gradually filling his body, and his originally chaotic spirit became slightly clearer. He could faintly feel that the blizzard in the sky was even more terrifying. It was obvious that he was getting stronger every time he was about to experience the ordeal. Once his body If the world cannot make progress along with it, then Chu Lin will face collapse.

It is extremely difficult to survive in this desperate situation!

The fear of impending disaster forced Chu Lin to continue to grow stronger in pain. The only thing Chu Lin was happy about 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 growing, gradually approaching the point of spiritual conception.

Although this progress is very slow, it is still a glimmer of hope.

call--

Chu Lin exhaled a breath and looked at the boundless world ahead, with indelible persistence shining in his eyes. He firmly believed that he would be able to get out of this Xumi illusion.

In the Xumi illusion, time is a very vague feeling, and the passage of time here is completely different from that outside. The power of the Black Sky Nether Flower is indeed strange.

At first, Chu Lin could still roughly estimate the time, but in the pain, Chu Lin had no power to care about these things. His whole body and mind were fighting against the pain and staying awake.

Time flows so boundlessly, and every day's suffering arrives and leaves on time.

Six months, one year, five years

In the lonely Xumi illusion, all kinds of sufferings continue to unfold, and the thin figure also holds a firm belief, slowly growing in the crisis of death.

He sticks to his belief, like a weathered butterfly pupa, waiting for the day when he can break the cage and turn into a butterfly.

It is still a dark yellow sand world. In the sand and dust, dozens of huge sandstorms are raging and sweeping from different directions, tearing the sky and showing off their power.

Pah, pah, pah——

The sandstorm whipped the figure with a long whip, and several sandstorms gathered together, and a lone figure slowly crawled out of it.

What was surprising was that under such a violent bombardment of the sandstorm, the figure remained motionless.

No matter how the roaring and ferocious sandstorm tore, it could not interrupt the man's will.

The man slowly stood up, his eyes were particularly deep, like the dark and boundless world in the star field, but his expression was a little confused.